Lyrics Pimp C - Mike Lowery , Paper Nolassnaym

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can′t fuck with y'all
Candy paint
Candy paint
Drippin stains
Drippin stains
All a nigga ever wanna do is swang
All a nigga ever wanna do is swang

All I ever did was stick to the code
Some shit like this only real niggas know
Hope heaven got a place where the real ones go
Cuz life aint the same when a real one go
I′m climb to the top, nigga inch by inch
I'ma build this house, nigga brick by brick
I'ma fuck these hoes nigga bitch by bitch
I′m retarded with the glock nigga clip by clip
Po′n up, glo'n up daddy wasnt around when I growing up
I can′t hold a grudge cuz now we blowing up
And hoes showing love and nigga know whats up
Look right now its only a matter of time
Before they lights turn on and we happen to shine
This when you dot your I's and you capitalize
Going against the grain nigga I can′t rationalize

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y′all
Candy paint
Candy paint
Drippin stains
Drippin stains
All a nigga ever wanna do is swang
All a nigga ever wanna do is swang

Candy on all of my whips
Haters got fantasy that I might slip
I'm jus a prince vanity all my dick
Insanity all in my drip
Pay all these pussy no mind
Trickin a waist of my time
I don't need diamonds to shine
I′m off that syrup
That why my seat on recline
Clutching that iron

Let′s not get this shit confused
I never loose
I jus pick I never choose
I get it out tha mud early morning
U niggas hittin the snooze
I look a opp in his eyes
Searching for some familiar
But all i see is a disguise
Niggas be lying
Plugs don't make no plays
We jus go pick up the prize

Po up another cup
Take me another gulp
Might give u game
But I never give a fuck
I′m bout that check
So I'm never giving up
See that′s for a lame
I'd never stiffin up
Tare down my brother
See I′d rather lift em up
Shit on the industry
And make a Jew clean it up
Give u my masters
To ride in a Bentley truck
I could pick up yo bitch in a pick up truck

Fuckin up commas my ritual
Flexin addiction habitual
Stunt on a fraud til he miserable