Too Short

Too Short - Candy Paint lyrics

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[Too Short]

You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'

I got my nigga MC Breed in the house

Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'

[Hook]

I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,

Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah

Cant even tell you what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,

Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah

Cant even tell you what I make a year

[MC Breed] (Too Short)

(Spit it)

Max fold, the chef could be proffesional when rap is my colateral, for this cash flow

I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas

A mansion, a yaht, and some G's

To be respected for the past and the present

Uh, and show my ass at every session (yeah)

And sure enough, (what) I'm gettin' closer to my destin

(Nigga, Breed you ain't shit) No interuptions only testin'

(But I do) Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive

Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor

Hard you better than, you ain't gotta say it is

Everyday that's the way it is, keep it Manist

Back for some of that, Breed when the funk shit

All up in yo' ass and get cash yo' ass bump this

Bobb and weave MC's never could handle me

Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow

Now get the paper with my motto

Them niggas need to get in position and go on and hate me if you gotta

Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait

Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate

[Hook]

[Too Short]

Mackin' in my lac and when I stack em' in the back

I don't give them bitches slack, cause if she's in my Cadillac

She'll be giving up the crack tryna' get a niggas scratch

When she suck a million dicks the bitch'll get a platinum plack

I said BIATCH, that's what I said when I grabbed her pony tail and she was givin' me head

I said BIATCH, you know what's up I put my dick in my draws' and zipped my jeans up

And instantly; you finna' see how pimpishly, I get these ho's in the streets

You niggas killin' me; you ain't feelin' me the bitch got you burnin' smokin' penni-cillin-weed

Or dip yo' dick in some hennessy, you'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me

I tell you shit that you can't believe, I got the bad ass bitches and they stankin' free

[Hook]

[Too Short]

I told Breed these young niggas think we gettin' old

I seen em' gettin gas down on Cascade Road, still makin' money in these new days

Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways

We dipped to my house and let the beat crank

So many placks on the wall you cant see the paint

But its loud, you know how wild your friends get

Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big Benz's

If I cut it, in the garage

I'll make the bitch think im the wizard of Oz

Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic

Now she's a star, she used to be a maget

Her pussy went platinum, thats what I heard

Like when I'm rappin, you never get enough of my word

I'm in my third decade of gettin paid to rap

Back in the day my tapes stained the deck

[Hook]

[Too Short]

This shit bumpin mine ain't it

Oh you gotta be riders if you wanna bum this Short dog shit

You can't be in no little bullshit ass car with no bullshit system

What you ridin' nigga, you got candy?

You got rims nigga?, yo' beat aint bumpin' nigga

This shit bumpin', turn that shit up, BIATCH!

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