Little Brother - Candy lyrics

[Bun. B] Well we the real Trill, playas postin up in the corner Sippin and blowin on purple, gettin lit like we wanna My persona is O.G., my aura is green And I'm known for comin down on them blaze, sippin lean So fresh and clean, I'm draped up and dripped out Every time I hit the scene, they say, "Bun, you done tripped out" If I ain't got nothin new, I ain't comin outside That goes for clothes and rolls, shoes, j**els, and rides I done try to be low-key, and change up my handy But if I don't show off my dough, how dey gon' know that I have it? I'm too used to the flossin, I'm too used to the shine And I gotsta to relive this tread as hard as I like to grind So right now is the time, and right here is the place We gon' pop up the bottle until we po' off the taste Everybody showin +love+, and we know where they +tainted+ So throw your hand up in the air if yo' car's candy-painted, c'mon! [Hook 2X: D-Brock] They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin They see me steppin up, they see me shinin' And they say it's like can-dy (and what they sayin, s-sayin) It's like can-dy [Phonte] Aiyyo, I met this new girl (wha?) wit big juicy lips (wha?!) And nice round hips, I mean her body is a safe space And n***as that hate Tay say her body's a trip Aiyyo, it's more than a trip faaam, her body's a vacay And we 'bout to make way, and step out on the town To do it the way we do it and such Had a couple kids so we cain't, do it as much But when we do it, we do it like they do it in church (c'mon) Made 'em scream Hallelujah for it, for on a night like this It seems my double-breasted ain't suited for it (tell 'em) So I'mma hit 'em wit hard bottoms, slacks and bu*ton-downs Initials in the cup links, the boy don't f** around The game is in trouble now, cause we on dancefloor Doin the two-step and people starts to applaud [*imitation cheering*] For Mr., and Mrs. Tiggalo they Dancin With the Stars Dead broke, but tonight we party like we million-arrs, yes Lawd! [Hook] [Rapper Big Pooh] Aiyyo, peep game, this is real rap A la' n***as wanna see where my sk**z at A la' hoes wanna know where the bills at I'm like, "Mami, beat the streets," she don't feel that Ralph Lauren, ?Ill Skin?, yeah I'm all that I'm laid-back in the Lex and it's all-black "Cool n***a over there" is what you call that Matter a-fact, I do it like it's goin outta style Karat profile, two dimples when I smile ?Don't chaff?, feel the air when I pa** all the while Hoes keep eyein me down, yet they eyein me now Me and Trey tryin ten for town Gettin down wit my 1-2, and this how we do I came to shut the party down, it's official And every night like New Year's Eve I go hard like you wouldn't believe, I'm dat DUDE!! [Hook] [Phonte] Yes, Little Brother, Bun. B collaboration Pimp C. welcome home, yo thanks for the love man, it's all good Shout out to all my n***as out in Texas Out in Houston, I'm talkin 'bout The Foundation I'm talkin 'bout Cosmos My n***a Frank, whaddup? My n***a O. Cliff, whaddup?