E-40 That Candy Paint Lyrics

That Candy Paint lyrics

That candy paint, that candy paint
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...

That candy paint, smoking at day, be so alive I stand...
Neighborhood watch crawl they can play,
Hate on my big fat ass...
Looking for me over say you a rap singer
I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger
Linger, that the green thumb... got a valid...
I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley
... and truck,... and old school...
Looking for a top shelf not know...
That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes
Flow the gas that mesmerize, this is on dash half of my cash
... dash for my...
Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back
I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked?
I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked
My... is joalous...

I'm addicted to this flow so that why all my ride's so awesome
I keep that big like... it don't matter what it's causing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coop
While I ride by, players chunking deuces back
Bob... feel like I'm up in the sky, yo all know that... green
40 got them going... when we pull up on the scene
Get the pain, looking clean,... looking king size
This time while I drive it's like they can't believe their eyes
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It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker
Swanging banging riding dirty screw the... on them suckers
Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds yes the...
From the texas to the callie, catch me tipping through the hood

That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...

It's... texas that's the city where we ride the greatest
Gripping grain, drip insane, turning up, rob a davids
That old school great... papa... scrape a hustler and a grind of
Every day I'm trying to make paper
I'm from pa represent for you... 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
... drop that top and let them chock, they hit them now on their highway
Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house... it's going down

That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...
That candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me... leather seat...

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