CANDYLAND
The Thought
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BLAQKNOIZ FLVKO Beats Yo... Aghhhh Noses out for pockets in the city, man Doses, overstocking for the pity, man, gotta understand They call it CANDYLAND Ay, they call it CANDYLAND Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan They call it CANDYLAND Ay, they call it CANDYLAND They call it CANDYLAND, it ain't no chance or circumstance The drugs been planted, in pants and empty hands, then a ban The coca in the system, man, how Pasa-dangerous get ran (Pasadena!) By elders with addictions and the correct-colored Vans (what?) Fake rappers sell to fans, dealing at their shows Trappers hooked on Xan's, think they healing with the blow Got no feeling in their nose, got no sense of smell No wonder when the Tide's turning, they find it hard to tell (Where you go?) They down the well, no Lassie They here to sell? No passing They might as well get raspy Go ahead and yell, we laughing (Hahaha) Ain't scared of cells, but acting Go ring that bell, be trashy (Ding Ding) Straight to hell, Gaddafi It ain't hard to tell, like Nasty Nas These microeconomics, between Candy and Pussy (What?) I don't mean to drop the topic, but these dandies be pushy They're standing in the club lines, in Old Town cause they cushy Thinking they King Candy but they really just some bookies You ain't shit but cold leftovers You still snort that RC Cola You got three flip Motorola's (Ring Ring!) But no friends and no diploma (Ha!) You ain't shit but used car salesmen You still drink to heal your ailments You use hoes to make your payments (Cha-Ching!) But still, pay to f*ck or trading Cocaina for Vagina (What?) Make your piece and whisk your beaters CANDYLAND got bottom-feeders So thank God you here as leader! (Thank God!) Noses out for pockets in the city, man Doses, overstocking for the pity, man, gotta understand They call it CANDYLAND Ay, they call it CANDYLAND Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan They call it CANDYLAND Ay, they call it CANDYLAND Sicken for fun Quicken the push of the thumb Bitches get kicked to the curb for the funds Thickest should run, fittest should gun This is the One! Lit as the sun! Captain of capping the nuns Witness get killed on the word for the stun Mixing the business with sickness And itching to twitch with the click of a pistol Like chick... BAH! Pardon the rant Guilty as sinning I chant Banshee get buried and covered in ants This is the stance! Coke in my pants Bogus as Chance, wilting and dying my plants Envious, staring at lovers that dance Trance of the fancy with hands that ain't ashy The plans of the flashy and bad with the stash (Say What?) Spending the cash Getting like half what you asked Still gotta flash, and be fast when you dash Lenders gon' bash, Vendors can crash Leonard the rat! Send him a pack And then it depends on when he's attending the clash Satchel the ax Engine at maximum, trends when we adding 'em White Horse and saddle 'em Bringing 'em back Cause you ain't shit but cold leftovers You still snort that RC Cola You got three flip Motorola's But no friends and no diploma Cocaina for Vagina Make your piece and whisk your beaters CANDYLAND got bottom-feeders So thank God you here as leader!
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