Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

I'm creepin' low in a flip flop drop
Top Stang leanin' to the left gold dadens on them thang
I'm the MJG pimp tight
Put it to the floor 5 0 swang a right
In a pina butta guts is a must
Drivin' in the shop take a mile grab em up
Paint a ten clear coats to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
With my gas tank full, drank a boor
Fall up in the park after dark try to pull
Me a young, stout woman, sumpin' pretty
Nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
As the sun goes down, I'm gettin' dirty
Fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
In my 77 Chevy, ass tight
Pull off cuttin' rubber, disappearin' in the night

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

10 o'clock in the morning, his A got up
Chief and Haywood some cool-Aid in my favorite cup
Comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
Havin' starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell by the way the girls act across the street
Hit the horn, but no stallin', keep ballin'
4 o'clock Sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
Fall in full of them green trees
Hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
Fools all in the way with that econo-spray
Need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
Pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin' on the phone
Tellin' Penny that's the way to do it, baby represent ya home

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
And in the summertime we got the whole block blind
Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin' game
Lying sayin' he goin' get the same thang
If you ain't ridin' wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin'
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin'
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junk yard
You need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
Stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
See most of these new paint jobs they don't do
But if it ain't candy then the job ain't true

Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
It ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of G's
On your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
My folks gettin' sideways in Vallejo
Ballaz in Memphis slammin' shut the Cadillac doors
Full of ink so blinked I could fly
To a world where you have to roll candy or you die
Descending, my mind goes back into reality
To some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
Custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain'
Big Ball tellin' you its all about the candy mane

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

(music plays in bakground)
(eightball we doin this shit once again
For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

Intro/Chorus:

lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

Verse One: Thorough

He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Two: Eightball

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO!!!! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Three: Crime Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long
IT'S ON!!!!

Verse Four: MJG

Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]

Verse 1 (Silkk)

AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem

down wit them drama boys an also Eightball

understand I gotta plan to get me some green

I stay in cruise like control but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand

now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games

see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right

lanes,

different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,

niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,

you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,

you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz

at,

it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks,

Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.

Verse 2-(Buk)

Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,

'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,

run it nigga nut wit yo five,

I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I,

you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,

drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,

make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,

adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,

can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money,

now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,

gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up,

an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you

hadn't stuttered.

Verse 3-(Mystikal)

Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,

that's that bastard,

an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya,

it's when I fuck ya fasta,

don't really want to be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have

to,

shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards,

y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my

house,

an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,

y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,

sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth,

bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,

or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,

we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,

one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.

(Chorus x2)

Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)

(Eightball)

Real playaz,

wit nothin but this uncut,

(Master P)

Down south fake hataz get tossed up.

(Eightball)

Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,

world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!

Verse 4-(Pysde)

Here goes this potioness vocaless,

wit the motion of locus,

an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,

the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,

the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin,

towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,

y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,

No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,

you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you,

some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is,

a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???,

ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???,

inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me,

the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.

Verse 5-(Master P)

UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,

real niggaz an bitches get high wit me,

I live the life of a No Limit soldier,

I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,

but we all about our piz-aper,

that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,

so handle bizze at the biz-house,

it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,

gettin paid for the diz-ounds,

worth millions 'cause we all about our piz-ounds,

so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,

get rowdy, get bout it.

Verse 6-(Eightball)

Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit,

don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart,

startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit,

dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit,

an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,

the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,

niggaz fear it 'cause we strong an we black on,

green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,

tornados flows, blow away my foes,

hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,

Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama,

in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.

(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)

(Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)