Testi:
Peach Candy Man Up

up out of there, casualties to rest Get in the Cutlass, drop the gat and the vest Have you ever seen a Vogue tire smoke? Straight on a mission, man, I

cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up

s crying on for justice And everyone is crying on for peace They can't hold us, they can't please A hungry man is an angry man And the war will never

to the D and what u 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 the park

I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve I charge a high price, I said the shit was ice Candy clean

la pof Mes amis, ameches, amigos and friends, I'm pressing pause with the thought to send. You see, I'm shaking up, breaking up a bet, I'm the Bran Man

back doors And we got it for cheap! Yeah we got it for cheap! Yeah we got it for cheap! Man we got it for cheap! Man we got it for cheap! Man we got it

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

out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back