Artist: Lil' Keke f/ Big Pokey, Mike D Album: Heart of a Hustla Song: Candy Red Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ok, understand me not you but me This is another S.U.C. classic Dedicated to all the fallen soldiers And all the real slab riders of the south mayn, holla back [Chorus] Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene But jump in, sipping codeine Boys know, I'm candy red I'm on the scene But jump in, sipping codeine Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene But jump in, sipping codeine Know I'm candy red, know I'm candy red Sipping codeine, sipping codeine [Lil' Keke] Apple red brandy wine, California dream boat It's super nice I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat Pull up on the scene hot, can't forget my cream top I'm down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live they dreams out S.U.C. another year, drinking like it's Screw in here We tipping broads and sipping oil, I'm trying to make myself clear Boys gotta see me, on the scene They say that Young Don, keep that motherfucker clean I'm out here like a king, candy on the car We on them double cups, and drinking green labeled bar That bloody blunt that sticky one, they taught me how to hold I tear the lane and do my thang, that young nigga cold Don Ke [Chorus] [Mike D] Boys don't know, they shouldn't of never let the hog loose Fo' do' panorama, stretched out the Porsche coupe Red turn heads, but I come through in that black thang Lincoln on Porillas, they thinking I'm Fat Pat mayn Body rock the K, and bounce and turn through the Tre Having it my way, I ball sunny or grey Live out the pen, still running them jiggas Eight dollars a coozer, still they drank nigga Three summers later, only question where the paper They talking bout a dropper, Javier owe me a favor Peel back the wig, on that old school monster Cardier aviators, balling since a youngster Tapping on that iPad, yapping on that iPhone Cup full of Big Moe, kush got my mind gone Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown Hand the game over, cause the motherfucking hog home [Chorus] [Big Pokey] Candy red top cracked, 45 cocked back That lean giving niggaz the bidness, bitch I'm about that Hating y'all could stop that, I'm cleaner than a motherfucker Crawling up the strip, fifth leaning like a motherfucker Ay, hell yeah I brought my swag with me Bank roll bad bitch, in the Jag with me Head turner, when you see me in the street Pulling up in some'ing exotic, with sneakers on the seat Swell it up, sew the wall I hit em Smash the petal to the flo', watch this motherfucker get em I pull up on the scene, now the whip looking mean Skinny waxed it I'm in traffic, got the whip looking clean yeah [Chorus]