I'm looking at the world through these Candy colored glasses that I'm wearing Staring, noticing that everything is Just the way I'd like for it to be
Traduction: Big Kenny. Lunettes bonbons colorés.
Bubble pop, bubble pop, bubble pop, Don't you think it strange all the range I'm making up Sugar, sweetest smack of candy cane melted in your mouth...
I tour around, in a bus, with the studio in it I'm a Boss chief, and you my chief liuetenant Go Bash Runnin' the lanes like Steve Nash Tint glass All in my candy
glass and lips of dolls I'm told there was beauty in our silence So hold me angel, love me angel Kiss the sun and burn our lips dead radio Candy girl
and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy
give his life [Hook: x2] Ride all day, ride all night Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters
or some where sleep behind them iron bars Cuz I done knocked off plenty cars and.. Off plenty hoes Done pulled up plenty shows Candy paint and glass vogues
cuts my mouth simila to a disco ball. im pall wall my smile is blindin. my ice is shinin like a schandaler. i tend to brush my teeth with windex just so the glass
similar to a disco ball I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass
delicious taste perfection, your height, your sight, with my life as your protection. So sweet like candy, lets raise a family in Miami where the beach so sandy toast to campaign glasses
filled with thoughts of you All the same reminders; all the heartache we've been through I shudder when I think back to those days It was frosted glass
She left her clothes in Kansas Ever since we steped on campus Ever since she left her classes So she could fill some glasses She want a photograph 8 by
hands Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning And she'd say Baby, don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass Might be snakes there in my
The window [Birdman] The big block phofer Before we mash yall Candy on the slab Before we burn out Its billion frame Cherry wood grain Two own them benz Glass
't clown Usually sit smoke a lil' bit or drink some brown liqour down But see it's something bout the way you make a playa wanna play So grab your glass
on the mountainside Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar Sweeter than candy and cake and pie A yellow dress drapin' off of my shoulder Seein' myself in the lookin' glass