Just Like Candy

It's like candy (candy, ohhh)
It's like candy (candy)
It's the same feeling (looks good to me)

I'm creepin' low in a flip, flop, drop, top 'Stang
Leanin' to the left, gold Daytons on that thang
I'm the MJG, pimp tight
Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
And the peanut butter guts is a must
Drop it in the shop, take 'em out, wrap 'em up
Paint it ten clear coats, to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times

With my gas tank full, drank a bull
Fall up in the park after dark try to pull
Me a young, stout woman, somethin' pretty
Nice round hips, with them well-shaped titties
As the sun goes down, I'm gettin' dirty
Fall up in Pressure World, get cleaned in a hurry
In my '77 Chevy, ass tight
Pull off cuttin' rubber, disappearin' in the night

It's like candy (candy, oh baby, oh yeah)
It's like candy (mmmmm)
It's the same feeling

Ten o'clock in the morning, as Eight got up
Chiefin' hay with some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
Comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
Heavy starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell by the way the girls act across the street

Hit the horn, but no stallin', keep ballin'
Four o'clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
Fall in, full of them green trees
Hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
Fools all in the way with that Econo-Spray
Need to take a few classes, learn about molasses
Pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin' on the phone
Tellin' Penny that's the way to do it baby, represent ya home

It's like candy (owwww, it takes over me)
It's like candy (so good, so good)
It's the same feeling (yeahee, yeahee, yeah-heah)

My candy-coated paint will bring flavors to your mind
And in the summertime it got the whole block blind
Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin' game
Lyin' sayin' he gone go and get the same thang
If you ain't ridin' wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin'
A plain dashboard, crushed velvet got you itchin'

99.95, 30-day paint jobs
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junkyard
You need to put a check, wit' a check, wit' a check
Stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
See most of these new paint jobs they'll do
But if it ain't candy then the job ain't true

It's reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
It ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of G's
On your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel and the grill like them playaz do in Texas
My folks gettin' sideways in Vallejo
Ballaz in Memphis slammin' shorty Cadillac doors

Full of ink so blinked I could fly
To a world where you have to roll candy or you die
Descending, my mind goes back into reality
To some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
Custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
Big 'Ball tellin' you it's all about the candy mane

It's like candy (heeeey)
It's like candy (looks so right, feels so tight)
It's the same feeling (yeaaaaahh)
It's like candy (wooo-hooo)
It's like candy (candy)
It's the same feeling