MC Breed
Candy Paint
[Too Short]
You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'
I got my n***a MC Breed in the house
Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'

[Hook]
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto n***a, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto n***a, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

[MC Breed] (Too Short)
(Spit it)
Max fold, the chef could be proffesional when rap is my colateral, for this cash flow
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's
To be respected for the past and the present
Uh, and show my a** at every session (yeah)
And sure enough, (what) I'm gettin' closer to my destin
(N***a, Breed you ain't sh*t) No interuptions only testin'
(But I do) Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my compet**or
Hard you better than, you ain't gotta say it is
Everyday that's the way it is, keep it Manist
Back for some of that, Breed when the funk sh*t
All up in yo' a** and get cash yo' a** bump this
Bobb and weave MC's never could handle me
Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow
Now get the paper with my motto
Them n***as need to get in position and go on and hate me if you gotta
Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait
Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate

[Hook]

[Too Short]
Mackin' in my lac and when I stack em' in the back
I don't give them b*t*hes slack, cause if she's in my Cadillac
She'll be giving up the crack tryna' get a n***as scratch
When she suck a million d**ks the b*t*h'll get a platinum plack
I said BIATCH, that's what I said when I grabbed her pony tail and she was givin' me head
I said BIATCH, you know what's up I put my d**k in my draws' and zipped my jeans up
And instantly; you finna' see how pimpishly, I get these ho's in the streets
You n***as killin' me; you ain't feelin' me the b*t*h got you burnin' smokin' penni-cillin-weed
Or dip yo' d**k in some hennessy, you'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me
I tell you sh*t that you can't believe, I got the bad a** b*t*hes and they stankin' free
[Hook]

[Too Short]
I told Breed these young n***as think we gettin' old
I seen em' gettin gas down on Cascade Road, still makin' money in these new days
Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways
We dipped to my house and let the beat crank
So many placks on the wall you can't see the paint
But its loud, you know how wild your friends get
Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big Benz's
If I cut it, in the garage
I'll make the b*t*h think im the wizard of Oz
Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic
Now she's a star, she used to be a maget
Her pu**y went platinum, thats what I heard
Like when I'm rappin, you never get enough of my word
I'm in my third decade of gettin paid to rap
Back in the day my tapes stained the deck

[Hook]

[Too Short]
This sh*t bumpin mine ain't it
Oh you gotta be riders if you wanna bum this Short dog sh*t
You can't be in no little bullsh*t a** car with no bullsh*t system
What you ridin' n***a, you got candy?
You got rims n***a?, yo' beat ain't bumpin' n***a
This sh*t bumpin', turn that sh*t up, BIATCH!