E-40

E-40 - That Candy Paint lyrics

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(feat. Slim Thug, Bun B)





[Chorus:]

That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's 

That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels [x4]



[E-40:]

That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint 

Neighborhood watch call and complain, 

Hate on my big fat ass bank 

Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer 

I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger 

Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus card 

I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley 

?.and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass) 

Looking for a top shelf not know ? 

That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes 

Drank and drank, flabbergasted mesmerize 

Digital dash, havin' my cash 

Secret stash for my strap 

Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back 

I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked 

I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked 

My old bitch joalous, put my tires on a ? 



[Chorus]



[Slim Thug:]

Gon' show them boyz how we rollin' mane, 

I'm addicted to this flossin' that why all my rides so awesome 

I keep that big 'lac bossin it don't matter what it's costing 

Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe 

While I ride by, players chunking deuces back 

Bobs holl'in out "hi" 

Feel like I'm up in the sky, yo all know that bay green 

40 got them going ? when we pull up on the scene 

Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size 

Heads turn while I drive it's like they can't believe their eyes 

It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker 

Swanging banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them suckers 

Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood 

From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood 



[Chorus]



[Bun B of UGK:]

It's Houston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest 

Gripping grain, drippin' stain, turning up, rober davis 

That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scrapa 

Hustler and a grinder every day I'm trying to make paper 

I'm from pa represent for UGK and I'm riding for my city like it's rapper ? 

I got homies on the west I got homies in detroit 

Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day 

Sittin in that candy paint sideways, 

Pull up outta my driveway 

Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway 

Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house 

Now pass the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down 



[Chorus till end]
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Language: English

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