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(Chorus)
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Just like candy (candy)
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Just like candy
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Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
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[MJG]
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I'm creepin low in a flip flop drop
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top Stang leanin to the left gold dadens on them thang
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I'm the MJG pimp tight
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put it to the floor 5 0 swang a right
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in a pina butta guts is a must
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drivin in the shop take a mile grab em up
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paint a ten clear coats to make it shine
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make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
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with my gas tank full, drank a boor
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fall up in the park after dark try to pull
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me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty
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nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
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as the sun goes down, I'm gettin dirty
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fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
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in my 77 Chevy, ass tight
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pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night
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(Chorus)
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Just like candy (candy)
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Just like candy
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Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
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[Eightball]
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10 o'clock in the morning, his A got up
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Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
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comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
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havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
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as I strike, out the door, to my superb
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parked by the curb, candy coated bird
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the sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat
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you can tell by the way the girls act across the street
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hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin
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4 o'clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
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fall in full of them green trees
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hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
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fools all in the way with that econo-spray
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need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
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pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin on the phone
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tellin Penny thats the way to do it, baby represent ya home
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(Chorus)
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Just like candy (candy)
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Just like candy (It takes over me)
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Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
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[MJG]
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Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
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and in the summertime we got the whole block blind
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some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
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lying sayin he goin get the same thang
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if you ain't ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin
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a plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
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99.95, 30 day paint jobs
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got niggaz ridin round lookin like a junk yard
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you need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
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stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
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see most of these new paint jobs they dont do
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but if it ain't candy then the job ain't true
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[Eightball]
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Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
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it ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of G's
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on your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
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5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
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my folks gettin sideways in Vallejo
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ballaz in Memphis slammin shut the Cadillac doors
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full of ink so blinked I could fly
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to a world where you have to roll candy or you die
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descending, my mind goes back into reality
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to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
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custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
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big Ball tellin you its all about the candy mane
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(Chorus) x5
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Just like candy (candy)
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Just like candy
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Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
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Just Like Candy
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| Eightball & MJG |
