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the candy man - sourmouth lyrics

[hook: sourmouth]

o-o-o-o i am the candy man
o-o-o-o coming from oregon
o-o-o-o i am the candy man
o-o-o-o coming from oregon

[verse 1: sourmouth]

the candy that i pack ain’t
made for kids, this r-rated
made for mature audiences
no carbohydrates for the
weight watches, no jenny
craig cocaine already does
this, i’m ihop internationally
i flip cakes, push star bucks
products similar to caffeine
starts off rock hard then
baked down with heat, then
strait to the avenue like
a prostitute, this for the
white girls b-tch, they like
that sh-t, all white girls
sniff so i grind like clipse
ahh sh-t not tip but im dope
boy fresh, like a sourdough
jack sourkrauss got bread
like the pigeon man i got
a nest in my mattress, nothing
less than 2 birds in my
stash place, a couple cakes
duct taped in plastic
a cocaine cowboy outlaw like
travis

[hook: sourmouth]

o-o-o-o i am the candy man
o-o-o-o coming from oregon
o-o-o-o i am the candy man

[verse 2: sourmouth]

its the ice cream truck look
kids run run, the only ice cream
man that packs a pistol, like
a missile fast got hands for
combat, this candy man job’s
a little different then average
come on little one lets take
a trip to peru, hit a lick in teavana
on escobar’s crew, split it
with johnny depp and then
get back to the hood, i
slang don’t bang like them
boys in the hood, now lets
play fair fam, and be cool
no gram on front i need cash
to serve you, these rats and
racc–ns i hate yall broke
fools, o you want an 8 ball
go get you a pool cue, i slang
that yola candy potion, copped
another zone so i could fill
my quota, the b-tches want
to f-ck don’t know its cut
with baking soda, but homie
what the b-tch don’t know
won’t hurt her

[hook: sourmouth]

o-o-o-o i am the candy man
o-o-o-o coming from oregon
o-o-o-o i am the candy man

[verse 3: sourmouth]

i throw it up like dolla’s
yadadi for all, like in the wire
when they throw c-ke all
over the court yard, the
fiends they crawl like a
zombie mob, like a scene
from john carpenter’s
vampires, when the knocks
show up im gonna dip in
the cut, like dipset im
cam’ron the sargent in charge
my raps like candy the way
you buying my bars, and i’m
rare like a john stockton on
a basketball court, my n-gg-s
roll with the kush, no o’s
the whole bush, and that’s
the only candy i blow my
kinfolk, the purple gets me
key’s p.o.d’d like bone thugs
and like easy e it eases my
feelings with one blunt
take a trip to my block
come and visit my shop
willy wonka type sh-t
without the chocolate
o and it makes profit inhaled
strait through the nostril
popular to all the white
males on wall street

[hook: sourmouth]

o-o-o-o i am the candy man
o-o-o-o coming from oregon
o-o-o-o i am the candy man

- sourmouth lyrics

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