Paroles: Big Shane. Candy Man.

They still callin me candy man
when they see me pass
I get more stares then a poster
because I love to act
I chunck the 2s and pass
watchin every hata move
Cuz wit my ride I'm in secure
so ima act a fool
Yup Yup I keep that tool
when I cruise or post on blocks
So when I'm round it go down
like a crowd that heard shots
Body gon swang the lac
doing 50 in the turnin lane
Big will on 24s
wit doors up and marble paint
Candy paint
wut I'm flippin on
Me and Yiotti hit the road
we tippin strong
He swang right
while I'm switchin lanes
Hit the button trunk pop
and let it wave
Then let it bang
cuz that's wut it do
Same car u might find
in ya fruit loops
People screaming my name
when they turn me on
Keep black white n yellas
jus like a vouge
On 3s or 4s
or even 24s
Ima still
swang like indiana jones
We so on
wheels big chrome
They on ex
they gettin dey roll on
I get respect
got stacks on deck
I'm workin wit screens
like alex trabet
Still known as candy man
when I swang the whip
I'm riding on the alphabets
that's 26
Its big shane
catch me swangin like a gymnist
Steve harvey dress code
u kno a nigga lookin fresh
I needa go to rehab
everyday its the same thing
In stores and at the club
I can't stop blowing light green
But I dont smoke the chonic
I'm talkin bout that money
Play wit me
get stiched, like some red monkeys
But I be watchin u
watchin how the ride sit
I'm high and sit on buttons
like I'm on a sidekick
So the ride sick
betta yet, the ride the shit
I'm like a slave owner
how I'm swangin different whips
I see you staring at me
trying to see, but dem windows tinted
I'm countin bread while gettin head
that's money ova bitches
You play with my chips
I'll break u off something proper
Beef on my mind
like im always fiendin for a whopper
I'm on a major grind
I aint here jus to make no huns
I want that r&b money
christin millians

(Thanks to Dj Slim for these lyrics)