Bun B - That Candy Paint lyrics

[Hook] That candy paint, 84's Built in bumpers, chrome in grilles Leather seats, stitch and tuck TV screens and wooded wheels [E-40:] That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint Neighborhood watch call and complain, hate on my big fat a** bank Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannabis card I'm challenged, got candy paint on my Harley Bike and truck, jet ski's boats and old school Cut' Looking for a top shelf not know ? That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes Drank and dank, flabbergasted mesmerize Digital dash, having my cash Secret stash for my strap Gotta shake these s**ers and watch my back I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked Windshield cracked? windshield cracked I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked My old b**h jealous, put my tires on a flattest gra** [Hook] [Verse 2: Slim Thug] I'm addicted to this flossing that why all my rides so awesome I keep that big 'lac bossing it don't matter what it's costing Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe While I ride by, players chunking deuces back Bobs holl'in out "hi" Feel like I'm up in the sky, gone on that bay green 40 got them going ? when we pull up on the scene Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size Heads turn while I drive by, it's like they can't believe their eyes It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherf**er Swanging, banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them s**ers Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood [Hook] [Bun B of UGK:] It's Screwston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest Gripping grain, dripping stain, turn it up, Robert Davis That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scraper Hustler and a grinder every day I'm trying to make paper I'm from PA represent for UGK and I'm riding for my city like it's Rappalot and J I got homies on the west I got homies in Detroit Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day Sitting in that candy paint sideways Pull up outta my driveway Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway Turn up some rig shot, or maybe Swisher House Now pa** the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down