Текст песни Tru - I Got Candy, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - I Got Candy

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This for all yall niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.From master p and the whole tru click. its time to hook ya iceCream up and turn it into candy.Mo b. dick: oh!Chorus i: I got candy!Mo b. dick: I can serve you on the blockCocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiendI got candy!Mo b. dick: I wanna knowIf you feel it, too, just like I do.[silkk]I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sockPause for a second when I see the copsRocks of candy, whatever you wanna call itBut when I get you hooked, its like a muthafuckin alcoholicI stay ? ? ? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toasterCandy I have move em fast like ? ? ? Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack9 times outta 10, hell tell his friends and theyll be right backWhole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiendThey come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger creamAnd them fiends come back cause they understand me,I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candyChorus ii: hes got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bedCause I only sell the best to you,Mo b. dick: indeed I do!Simply put Im the reason whySilkk: why? Everyday you get high,Mo b. dick: real high!And you know I got that crack for youMo b. dick: indeed I do!Just for you[silkk]Im sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch,I see ya later ho, I gots money to getCause as long as a fiend with dream, I got creamMoney moves everything around me, knwhat I mean? Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, Im sittin on a drop and parlourOn some gold thangs, watch all them hoes followMy money makes stacks and real dealsI keep my cash, nigga taj, I cant chill, I gots to pay billsAnd these niggaz cant stand meGot this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candyGotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks,$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon getI hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grassCause Im a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch,Because its monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I gotCandyChorus i[master p]Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause Im a drug dealaI sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla7 grams for $2.50,Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with meI keep a stash for the drought,But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouthMy homies use code names,Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mannI take penetentiary chances to make a livin,Every 1st of the month, is like thanksgivingFiends hug me like they miss meHoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with meI get my candy from california by the keysShip it in boats and trains back to new orleansAnd open up shop like mr. rogers,But sell mo hits than the dodgersAnd fiends holla "ungh!" cause its all goodFrom the triple beam, straight to the neighborhoodAnd when you sellin candy trust nobodyCause niggaz even snitched on john gottiNiggaz stay tru to the g-zame,Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope gameAnd never go to the fedz on ya folksCause punks get fucked with the soapChorus iii:Mo b. dick: I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each andEvery day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets I gotta get my pay.My game so tight, so good, so good, yeah!Mo b. dick: cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass weedValues and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. oh!Cotton candy, candy!

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