New Jag, Poppin tags, Money Bags, Boy you better man up Boy you better man up For I switch my man up For I switch my man up Hair done, Nails done, Gimme
Bad Boy in' the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama
together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by any name An young man
candy brain Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and dandy man Check his vital signs they peeping off the meter man
Well, I picked out a tree And I tied it to the car There's a wreath up on our door Eight tiny reindeer in the yard I drove under the downtown lights
What do I look like spendin' my yay But man hunny better pay me paper man Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
cost What do I look like spendin' my way But man hunny, better pay me paper man Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
set an if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy Understands me? Lace tha family wit candy like Willie Wonka fiends pull up to my bumpa infedamines
Something About Marry" on, carry on I be turnin' heads every time When you see in the Chevy, man, she car-struck And I'm far from hard-up, so quit trippin
you see Man you got yo bitch ways Glocks up in ya just like a hoe When you mention pimpin Best believe it My niggas let me know All up in my niggas
to the D and what you get is what you seein' Straight up B boy word to Miss Kickin' and flippin' the rhymes for the kids man for the kids Chillin' in
we ridin' on 4's and the three hundred is candy If them jackers wanna trip I keep that ammunition handy Screwed Up Click until I die Man I'm so high,
myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid Twenty
a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) [Chorus: sample (Ghostface Killah)] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
ready to fuck Cat Woman or something Fuck it,fuck it, let's go. ALL AROUND THE WORLD TODAY THE KILO IS THE MEASURE Whoever got the kilos got the candy man
stockings, c'mon let's get it poppin' I'm in the mood for cotton, candy and I'm plottin' To see you in somethin' silky and see-through Me too, man you
