Lil Keke - Candy Red Lyrics
(feat. Mike D, Big Pokey)[Talking]Ok, understand me not you but meThis is another S.U.C. classicDedicated to all the fallen soldiersAnd all the real slab riders of the south mayn, holla back[Chorus]Know I'm candy red, I'm on the sceneBut jump in, sipping codeineBoys know, I'm candy red I'm on the sceneBut jump in, sipping codeineKnow I'm candy red, I'm on the sceneBut jump in, sipping codeineKnow I'm candy red, know I'm candy redSipping codeine, sipping codeine[Lil' Keke]Apple red brandy wine, California dream boatIt's super nice I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coatPull up on the scene hot, can't forget my cream topI'm down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live they dreams outS.U.C. another year, drinking like it's Screw in hereWe tipping broads and sipping oil, I'm trying to make myself clearBoys gotta see me, on the sceneThey say that Young Don, keep that mother*****er cleanI'm out here like a king, candy on the carWe on them double cups, and drinking green labeled barThat bloody blunt that sticky one, they taught me how to holdI tear the lane and do my thang, that young nigga cold Don Ke[Chorus][Mike D]Boys don't know, they shouldn't of never let the hog looseFo' do' panorama, stretched out the Porsche coupeRed turn heads, but I come through in that black thangLincoln on Porillas, they thinking I'm Fat Pat maynBody rock the K, and bounce and turn through the TreHaving it my way, I ball sunny or greyLive out the pen, still running them jiggasEight dollars a coozer, still they drank niggaThree summers later, only question where the paperThey talking bout a dropper, Javier owe me a favorPeel back the wig, on that old school monsterCardier aviators, balling since a youngsterTapping on that iPad, yapping on that iPhoneCup full of Big Moe, kush got my mind goneYeah, I say that kush got my mind blownHand the game over, cause the mother*****ing hog home[Chorus][Big Pokey]Candy red top cracked, 45 *****ed backThat lean giving niggaz the bidness, ***** I'm about thatHating y'all could stop that, I'm cleaner than a mother*****erCrawling up the strip, fifth leaning like a mother*****erAy, hell yeah I brought my swag with meBank roll bad *****, in the Jag with meHead turner, when you see me in the streetPulling up in some'ing exotic, with sneakers on the seatSwell it up, sew the wall I hit emSmash the petal to the flo', watch this mother*****er get emI pull up on the scene, now the whip looking meanSkinny waxed it I'm in traffic, got the whip looking clean yeah[Chorus]
