Lyrics to the song “Candy Car” By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers From The album Single Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song “Candy Car” By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers From The album Single      Jango and Datpiff.com

Verse 1 and Chorus written by Selina N. Quiroga

Verse 1 of Point One-Start @ 36-37 sec

“I said Ooo, Baby

Now how you do that there

As I look Into Your Eyes

This a playa Right C’hear

The Moons Glair , has me fiendin’

So lets go this evening

And we can take off for a weekend

Then We can do some un speaking

Plus---

This Teachin’, You Learnin’

Maken’ We earnin’

Loven So Touchin

Fuckin, Plus Rubbin’

S’all a Nigga Does

So Its all A killa’s Wantin’

Im a Hustler, with a preference to mac hoes

My Passion for Bank roll

The Life that the game Chose

Been  Sown up-

Then Ever since a nigga was young old

Den Grown up

Was brought through the hood

By these duck hoes

Who stressed Dubb

Im Point One

Cadilac ryder, until the death blood

To leave you in a burgundy body bag

Wit your neck gone

Your toung sown up

And your girl on the block

Kiss me,

Come here for a second

All because of your talk

She aint listen,

But she rock’s what I walk

Then every word the speaker box Spits

She moves her hip’s

And she calls it a hit”

Selina Q--- Start @ 1:26

Verse 2(chorus/bridge/hook)

Verse 2 of Point One start at 1:51

“Now baby Just Listen

And there aint no need for kissen

All      these suckas

You can miss um

Im cooked fresh, out the kitchen

In a T-Top Lac

Spinnin spree’s on back

My windows are tented , deep black

So lyke a cat don’t pass

In a plad brimmed cap

Gucci—sippin on yac

I pass the blunt to the left hand side

Cha’ lyke that

Take a deep puff

I see I got the right one

An we can go and eat some

Let me see your toung

So you can tast this

And as the candy Paint drips,

Im a pimp and hears my gift

My out sides candy plus my insides cotton

So when the kid’s see us roll up

They sweet tooth’s buzzin

My point one’s to hustle

So I shoot a little something

And there aint no need for frontin

I bread the game, so I Love it

From every call on my phone

To the marrow, in my bone

Add the grey hairs on my head

From all the broads that I broke

And all the coke, that I sold---“

Verse 2-Chourus  of selina q start 2:41 end 3:08

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