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 M-J-G, pimp tight
Put it to the flo', 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
Wit' 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, wit' 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 mornin', 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 do', to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy-coated 'Burb
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'
Fo' 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 yo' mind
And in the summertime it got the whole block blind
Some busta in a primed down Pinto poppin' game
Lyin' sayin' he gone go and get the same thang
If you ain't ridin' wood, and leather, yo' ride ain't hittin'
A plain dashboard, crushed velvet got you itchin'
$99.95, 30-day paint jobs
Got niggas ridin' round lookin' like a junkyard
You need to put a check, wit' a check, wit' a check
Stack up on your grip, get yo' 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 ballas, who make that cheese
It ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of Gs
On your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel and the grill like them playas do in Texas
My folks gettin' sideways in Vallejo
Ballas 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
It's like candy (candy, candy)