"Kandyman" lyrics
I'm my own man, I dance by my own music
And you won't catch me pulling a gun if I ain't intending on using it
All my dudes got Cadillacs and guns
Rubber bands wrapped around thousand stacks, twenties, fifties, ones
We tear up into pieces
Either that, or give 'em to our nieces
Nephews, kids
Birthdays and Christmases
Be fat and off the waiting list
Barbie dolls, Sony PlayStations, Nintendo and Sega Genesis
I never take a broad with me when I cop
I never let her know where I keep my inventory and stock
I never talk down on a player
'Cause it ain't no money in that, 'cause it ain't no scratch paper
I never had a job, never seen a check
I love serving my coca plant wet
I raised the biggest hustler off the set
I-bars none, I used to pack a TEC
.9, twenty gauge, face
First on the turf
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
I heard they wanna melt me like a candle
He got a little bit of manpower, but nothing I can't handle
Claim to be, but he really ain't no killer
Throwing his weight around, bullying and strongarming niggas
Talking about, "We'll see! I got the lowest prices in town"
"It don't make no sense for you not to be copping from me"
True indeed, but it's makeup
You serving swivel, [?], synthetic, stepped-on cakeup
And my clients and customers don't like that
Pissing a bitch, crying and complaining
Talking about they screens keep turning black
That's how you give a dope fiend crackhead a heart attack
And you can always tell a dope fiend 'cause they lips be black
"B-but pimping, my lips is black too!"
Yeah, but you's a weed smoker, I ain't talking about you
"I'm trying to come up; what should I do?"
In order to be number one, you gotta work like you number two
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
See, he throws the whole unit in a big-ass gumbo pot
Foam stir, let it settle to make it lock
You can, like, righteously tell a real timer when he's about his mail
As far as the overkill, five hundred grams extra pertaining to the triple-beam scale
He caught a bullet glazing his fingerwaves
Simping, you know if you get shot and live, you really supposed to get saved
I know my grandaddy a preacher, he even said it
That's a warning, but cats is hardheaded
Dirty money, spent about a quarter mill'
All he ever wanted to do is be like E-40 and land him a distribution deal
But he was clumsy, slippery, for real
He got his cap peeled fucking with that
Candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
Whatever you want, I got it
Whatever you need, I got it
Whatever you want, I got it
Zippers, ounces, quarters, keys
Whatever you want, I got it
Whatever you need, I got it
Whatever you want, I got it
Codeine, hop, lean, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
And you won't catch me pulling a gun if I ain't intending on using it
All my dudes got Cadillacs and guns
Rubber bands wrapped around thousand stacks, twenties, fifties, ones
We tear up into pieces
Either that, or give 'em to our nieces
Nephews, kids
Birthdays and Christmases
Be fat and off the waiting list
Barbie dolls, Sony PlayStations, Nintendo and Sega Genesis
I never take a broad with me when I cop
I never let her know where I keep my inventory and stock
I never talk down on a player
'Cause it ain't no money in that, 'cause it ain't no scratch paper
I never had a job, never seen a check
I love serving my coca plant wet
I raised the biggest hustler off the set
I-bars none, I used to pack a TEC
.9, twenty gauge, face
First on the turf
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
I heard they wanna melt me like a candle
He got a little bit of manpower, but nothing I can't handle
Claim to be, but he really ain't no killer
Throwing his weight around, bullying and strongarming niggas
Talking about, "We'll see! I got the lowest prices in town"
"It don't make no sense for you not to be copping from me"
True indeed, but it's makeup
You serving swivel, [?], synthetic, stepped-on cakeup
And my clients and customers don't like that
Pissing a bitch, crying and complaining
Talking about they screens keep turning black
That's how you give a dope fiend crackhead a heart attack
And you can always tell a dope fiend 'cause they lips be black
"B-but pimping, my lips is black too!"
Yeah, but you's a weed smoker, I ain't talking about you
"I'm trying to come up; what should I do?"
In order to be number one, you gotta work like you number two
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
See, he throws the whole unit in a big-ass gumbo pot
Foam stir, let it settle to make it lock
You can, like, righteously tell a real timer when he's about his mail
As far as the overkill, five hundred grams extra pertaining to the triple-beam scale
He caught a bullet glazing his fingerwaves
Simping, you know if you get shot and live, you really supposed to get saved
I know my grandaddy a preacher, he even said it
That's a warning, but cats is hardheaded
Dirty money, spent about a quarter mill'
All he ever wanted to do is be like E-40 and land him a distribution deal
But he was clumsy, slippery, for real
He got his cap peeled fucking with that
Candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
Whatever you want, I got it
Whatever you need, I got it
Whatever you want, I got it
Zippers, ounces, quarters, keys
Whatever you want, I got it
Whatever you need, I got it
Whatever you want, I got it
Codeine, hop, lean, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
[?], ecstasy, speed
I got that candy, the candyman
Zippers, ounces, quarters, grams
I got that candy, what you need?
Boy, girl, shrooms, weed
