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• Artiste: Ghostface Killah
• Titre: Candyland
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Ladies and gentleman, it's the man of the hour You have entered the dimension of Candyland With Mr. Supreme Clientele himself (Yeah) Give him a round of applause Ayo, my wiz play the flute, niggas ran up out the bakery Quick, grab the cupcakes, get the gold, jakery Cocaine spots, the block's lookin' like Candyland White-white, purple haze, beige dope, tan-tan Damn, I dropped my chef hat, whippin' like Boyardee Ravioli bags of weed for keys, y'all should honor me Tootsie Roll coke blunts is rolled to perfection Now and Later eight-ball, sell without question Known for my Skittle gang, pills like a hospital You can taste the rainbow, Dutch joints'll follow you Everything's possible, stash house, hash house Whole house made of hash, Hershey bars blacked out Yeah, there's a heaven suitable for like Charlie Sheen We put liquid heroin inside jelly beans Gummy bear cars (Cars), candy cane dope sticks Xanax twigs, we got treats baby, take your pick Downers, uppers, even pure eggs Viams, MDMA, TAC wet Thai stick skunk, crystalized red-haired bushes Forests, when it comes to trees, we breed all type of kushes Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? (Is it me?) Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? Yeah Ayo, the reverend got caught in the church with a box of Percs His lil' brother ran through the forest, it stashed a lot of work Marshmallow CBD Jell-O, the weed case is thorough One-point-five on the scale, we floodin' every borough Bit-O-Honey, slabs of hash, Pop Rock, mesc' tabs Mushrooms, caps and stems, we got fresh bags All these pharmaceuticals, all this work is movable Nigga sniff so much murder, it's in your cuticles Strawberry Tootsie got 'em playin' with they coochie Bill Cosby, K.O. roofies, this for the groupies Pharmacies, we put 'em in droughts, all the noise is us Saran blunts, we lace all the shelves just like Toys"R"Us Best sellers be the Adderall razzle-dazzles Ativan, mollies canned like it came with cashews Yellow, green, and pretty purple promethazine Ketamine, old-school Ritalin, got the amphetamines Lemonhead balls of kief and crushed up Klonopin Jolly Ranchers made out of lean, got 'em online again I'm floatin' through Candyland, Sugar Babies made of bees Yo, Lord, tell me I'm buggin', or is it just me? Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? (Is it me?) Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me?