That Candy Paint

That candy paint

That candy paint, 84's

That candy paint

That candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grille

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That candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grille, leather seats, stitch and tuck, tv screens and wooden wheels

[E-40:]

That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint

Neighborhood watch call and complain,

Hate on my big fat ass bank

Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer

I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger

Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus card

I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley

[?] and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass)

Looking for a top shelf not know [?]

That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes

Drank and drank, flabbergasted mesmerize

Digital dash, havin' my cash

Secret stash for my strap

Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back

I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked

I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked

My old bitch joalous, put my tires on a [?]

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug:]

Gon' show them boyz how we rollin' mane,

I'm addicted to this flossin' that why all my rides so awesome

I keep that big 'lac bossin it don't matter what it's costing

Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe

While I ride by, players chunking deuces back

Bobs holl'in out "hi"

Feel like I'm up in the sky, yo all know that bay green

40 got them going [?] when we pull up on the scene

Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size

Heads turn while I drive it's like they can't believe their eyes

It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker

Swanging banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them suckers

Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood

From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood

[Chorus]

[Bun B of UGK:]

It's Houston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest

Gripping grain, drippin' stain, turning up, rober davis

That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scrapa

Hustler and a grinder every day I'm trying to make paper

I'm from pa represent for UGK and I'm riding for my city like it's rapper [?]

I got homies on the west I got homies in detroit

Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day

Sittin in that candy paint sideways,

Pull up outta my driveway

Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway

Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house

Now pass the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down

[Chorus: till end]