I'm in a candy-paint Caddy with a candy rain fatty Lil' thick bitch, yeah, she think my name Daddy Never use the same addys, switch up spots They wouldn't let me in the door, I pick the locks Game over, this a takeover It's hard to stay sober, I'm blazed Been paid, fuck minimum wage With some smoke like this, I got 'em trimmin' for days I'm out here in The Bay, back and forth to La Place your order if you ready to shop The lil' heat-sealed eight bags come in a box Yeah, you gotta move mean so they don't run in your spot Got the whole world on lock, you still runnin' your block Checkmate, we still get it for the best rate Yeah, they waiting for my next play The good shit hit the chestplate Open up the mail, another check came
Candy paint on the Caddy with the fatty burnin' Windows rolled up, smoke box, Dayton wheels turnin' Candy flavor in my paper Life Saver or a Now and Later, now a hater 'bout to catch an L Neighbor crying 'bout the smell, told him go to hell He ain't ran game, hit you with the spell Flowers burnin', flowers sell So exquisite, Xzibit rolled the blunt and hit it Got the studio lit, it's nothin' how we did it We're so committed, they call it obsession, fucking quit it Just take a minute to inhale the bag and get it Make a move, make a choice, make a good decision You're at the counter, I'm watchin' you get tunnel vision Insane glisten and listenin' to your instincts Your brain shifting, it's Green Thumb, you know the link You can find me here in Cali when I'm not on tour Droppin' many flavors, it's Insane, you need more
Yeah, everything candy Yeah, everything candy Everything candy Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy, Smokin' one with my homies) Candy (Candy, candy, candy) Candy
Step out the jacuzzi and Versace the robe (Huh) Waiting for two hundred pounds that I got on the road (Boss) I would put it on a plane, if not, know I would've drove Only nigga in the South smokin' on West Coast Black '59 Impala, set it on gold spokes (Yes) Still two blocks away and you can smell my smoke Quick to drop the top and let the breeze bless my beard Candy-painted Caddy in my favorite year Baddest bitches in the city, know that we just came to get it Twistin' up on Collins Ave (Huh) , then get right back to business Got a thick bitch in the city, spillin' Belaire on her titties Now we rolling up the vibes, and I started with the phillies Canary yellow minks like I'm Frank Lucas lieutenant (Woah) Cold motherfucker, bust a nut in seven minutes Got a condo on the beach, it might've hit me seven million I could never love a bitch, that's not the purpose for my feelings Hold up, biggest (Maybach Music) Roll up, Cookies