Candy Paint Lyrics

Candy Paint lyrics

[Too Short]

You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'

I got my nigga MC
Breed in the house

Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'



[Hook]

I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum
peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,

Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah

Cant even tell you
what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a yaht, and
some G's,

Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah

Cant
even tell you what I make a year



[MC Breed] (Too Short)

(Spit it)

Max fold, the chef could be proffesional when rap is my
colateral, for this cash flow

I got some candy paints sittin' on
these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a
yaht, and some G's

To be respected for the past and the present

Uh,
and show my ass at every session (yeah)

And sure enough, (what) I'm
gettin' closer to my destin

(Nigga, Breed you ain't shit) No interuptions
only testin'

(But I do) Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive

Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor

Hard you better
than, you ain't gotta say it is

Everyday that's the way it is, keep it
Manist

Back for some of that, Breed when the funk shit

All up in
yo' ass and get cash yo' ass bump this

Bobb and weave MC's never could
handle me

Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow

Now get the paper with my motto

Them niggas need to get in position and
go on and hate me if you gotta

Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll
have you wait

Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate



[Hook]



[Too Short]

Mackin' in my lac and when I stack em'
in the back

I don't give them bitches slack, cause if she's in my
Cadillac

She'll be giving up the crack tryna' get a niggas scratch

When she suck a million dicks the bitch'll get a platinum plack

I said
BIATCH, that's what I said when I grabbed her pony tail and she was givin' me
head

I said BIATCH, you know what's up I put my dick in my draws' and
zipped my jeans up

And instantly; you finna' see how pimpishly, I get
these ho's in the streets

You niggas killin' me; you ain't feelin' me the
bitch got you burnin' smokin' penni-cillin-weed

Or dip yo' dick in some
hennessy, you'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me

I tell you shit
that you can't believe, I got the bad ass bitches and they stankin' free



[Hook]



[Too Short]

I told Breed these young niggas
think we gettin' old

I seen em' gettin gas down on Cascade Road, still
makin' money in these new days

Used to have sky pagers now we got
two-ways

We dipped to my house and let the beat crank

So many
placks on the wall you cant see the paint

But its loud, you know how wild
your friends get

Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big
Benz's

If I cut it, in the garage

I'll make the bitch think im the
wizard of Oz

Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic

Now she's a star, she used to be a maget

Her pussy went platinum, thats
what I heard

Like when I'm rappin, you never get enough of my word

I'm in my third decade of gettin paid to rap

Back in the day my tapes
stained the deck



[Hook]



[Too Short]

This shit
bumpin mine ain't it

Oh you gotta be riders if you wanna bum this Short
dog shit

You can't be in no little bullshit ass car with no bullshit
system

What you ridin' nigga, you got candy?

You got rims nigga?,
yo' beat aint bumpin' nigga

This shit bumpin', turn that shit up, BIATCH!