Tru - I Got Candy lyrics

This for all ya'll n***az dat tru to the g-zame. From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice Cream up and turn it into candy. Mo b. dick: oh! Chorus i: i got candy! Mo b. dick: i can serve you on the block Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend I got candy! Mo b. dick: i wanna know If you feel it, too, just like i do. [silkk] I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock Pause for a second when i see the cops Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it But when i get you hooked, it's like a muthaf**in alcoholic I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster Candy i have move em fast like ??? Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack 9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back Whole bunch a n***az, and just one fiend They come to me for less cut, cause i boast bigger cream And them fiends come back cause they understand me, I open up shop, open up shop cause i got candy Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head, Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed Cause i only sell the best to you, Mo b. dick: indeed i do! Simply put i'm the reason why Silkk: why? Everyday you get high, Mo b. dick: real high! And you know i got that crack for you Mo b. dick: indeed i do! Just for you [silkk] I'm sittin on the post, choppin game with this b**h, I see ya later ho, i gots money to get Cause as long as a fiend with dream, i got cream Money moves everything around me, kn'what i mean? Cause as a ??? with a dolla, i'm sittin on a drop and parlour On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow My money makes stacks and real deals I keep my cash, n***a taj, i can't chill, i gots to pay bills And these n***az can't stand me Got this ho that said she wanna s** my dick for candy Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks, $3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj) Cut the sh** up like machetti, chop the sh** up like gra** Cause i'm a stay hustlin till they f**in can me b**h, Because it's monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, i got Candy Chorus i [master p] Uuuunnnngggghhhh! i smoke weed cause i'm a drug deala I sell candy on the block fool, to make my f**in scrilla 7 grams for $2.50, Got n***az in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me I keep a stash for the drought, But the sh** i sling daily in plastic out my mouth My homies use code names, Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann I take penetentiary chances to make a livin, Every 1st of the month, is like thanksgiving Fiends hug me like they miss me Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me I get my candy from california by the keys Ship it in boats and trains back to new orleans And open up shop like mr. rogers, But sell mo hits than the dodgers And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all good From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood And when you sellin candy trust nobody Cause n***az even snitched on john gotti n***az stay tru to the g-zame, Never front on muthaf**in candy in the dope game And never go to the fedz on ya folks Cause punks get f**ed with the soap Chorus iii: Mo b. dick: i got that real good c**aine (c**aine) each and Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets i gotta get my pay. My game so tight, so good, so good, yeah! Mo b. dick: c**aine, he-roin, that fire a** weed Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. oh! Cotton candy, candy!