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young ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Big of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth
Candy blue, what you see me floss I pull the Lac up out the house
good while I hold the wood on the slab shit's understood
Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me for good

New car, new ice, it ain't shit, I can pay price
Niggas ain't like the boss lives
That's what is and I say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the roads before that album got shipped to
Boys betta keep lips closed before they punkass get exposed

I done the world how the boss hold, slab or foreign I floss those
and dro, got me floss mode, doin' a hundred on the toll road
Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill
Ten years, still it down representin' for that H-Town

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Thug keep the streets throwed
Brains straight 'bout to be blowed Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask them the streets know, the big boss man got it locked
H-Town man I'mma that out
Till I'm up in heaven with and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

Tony the mack not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty behind my lips
A hundred on my neck every time that I step out
Bought the red from Chamillion, candy paint swangin' in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drop wet Lamborghini, fuck the Vet
Top gone get it on, I'm the real bitch, he's a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, gotta dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split, a pimp hoe I'm legit
Wrecked the gray bitch, the red
I got a Phantom too that's the fuck I said

And I ain't an album yet
Spend my dirty money, touch the check
If the rap game die, I buy some
And a young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough, her pussy
love to see how it works
I the money, she love the fame
I leveled head she gotta piece of the brain grain

I gotta three way lover on my
She gotta four [Incomprehensible] hair
Between her legs, I'm you
And she pay her daddy and that's it do

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's got the fifth
I push one button on my remote start up my and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight from God, it real, never fraud
From P A T the land of the Trill so when out I'mma come out hard

You the name and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Certified Rap-a-Lot for life with the mob represented
Don't play them games I got the change
To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, leak coming out the candy
Die you standing simple and plain

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and it's
Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the
We got the good and the flower, or soft, get it rock or powder
But know ya shit when you hit ya
It don't come with a textbook

And the and the bread
So a law dog and fuck a fed
I'm from the and we got the crown
And you can't get it until I'm dead

Heard what I said and rewind
it back so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that candy
Grippin' on the and you know I'm leanin'

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

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