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Peach Candy Man Up

I was When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz And I was looking at any butt and ass Me and my homies started cutting class Going up to the high

together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by any name An young man

Well, I picked out a tree And I tied it to the car There's a wreath up on our door Eight tiny reindeer in the yard I drove under the downtown lights

cost What do I look like spendin' my way But man hunny, better pay me paper man Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man

Something About Marry" on, carry on I be turnin' heads every time When you see in the Chevy, man, she car-struck And I'm far from hard-up, so quit trippin

you see Man you got yo bitch ways Glocks up in ya just like a hoe When you mention pimpin Best believe it My niggas let me know All up in my niggas

to the D and what you get is what you seein' Straight up B boy word to Miss Kickin' and flippin' the rhymes for the kids man for the kids Chillin' in

myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid Twenty

ready to fuck Cat Woman or something Fuck it,fuck it, let's go. ALL AROUND THE WORLD TODAY THE KILO IS THE MEASURE Whoever got the kilos got the candy man