Tru I Got Candy lyrics

This for all y'all niggaz dat TRU to the g-zame
From Master P and the whole TRU click
It's time to hook ya ice cream up and turn it into candy

I got candy, I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy, I wanna know
Do you feel it, too, just like I do

I hits the block non stop, rocks in my socks
Pause for a second when I see the cops
It's rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it
But when I gotta get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin' alcoholic

I stay [Incomprehensible] around like a poster
Watch fiends follow like a toaster
Candy I have move 'em fast like [Incomprehensible]

Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back
Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend
They come to me for less cut, 'cause I boast bigger cream

And 'em fiends come back cause they understand me
I open up shop, open up shop 'cause I got candy

He's got candy, yo, eyes roll in your head
You toss and turn in yo bed
'Cause I only sell the best to you, indeed I do
Simply put I'm the reason why, why?
Everyday you get high, real high
And you know I got that crack for you
Indeed I do, just for you

I'm sittin' on the post, choppin' game with this bitch
I see ya later ho, I gots money to get
'Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream
The cash moves everything around me, kn'what I mean?

'Cause as a dealin' with a dolla, I'm sittin' on a drop and parlor
On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money makes stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga Taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills

And these niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that said, she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends 'cause they be runnin' tricks
3 dollar what they gon come with, 3 dollar what they gon get

I hold the block like a 7-11, kick yo door in like Taj

Cut the shit up like Machetti, chop the shit up like grass
'Cause I'm a stay hustlin' till they fuckin' can me bitch
Because it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I got candy

I got candy, I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy, I wanna know
Do you feel it, too, just like I do

Ungh, I smoke weed 'cause I'm a drug deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin' scrilla
7 grams for 2.50
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin' to get with me

I keep a stash for the drought
But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouth
My homies use code names
Like L.D., Big Champ, Slim, T Dove, and Big Mann

I take penitentiary chances to make a livin'
Every 1st of the month, is like Thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me rollin' in my car and wanna be with me

I get my candy from California by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains back to New Orleans
And open up shop like Mr. Rogers
But sell mo hits than the Dodgers

And fiends holla, "Ungh!" 'Cause it's all good
From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood
And when you sellin' candy trust nobody
'Cause niggaz even snitched on John Gotti

Niggaz stay TRU to the g-zame
Never front on muthafuckin' candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya folks
'Cause punks get fucked with the soap

I got that real good cocaine each and every day
All real TRU soldiers, on these streets I gotta get my pay
And my game so tight
So good, so good, yeah
Cocaine, heroin, that fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you need, baby, oh
Cotton candy, candy