Yeah... move! Candy paint drippin', wet like a fresh pour Three coats deep –"Bitch, give me one more" Trunk knock low, make the whole floor roar I don't chase looks; they come to my door Lilac base, gold pearl on the skin Clear coat thick, let the sunlight in Pull up clean, chin up, slight little grin Red light hit, whole damn street lookin' in Swangas out, chrome spokes all clean Twenty-fours tucked, not a scratch on the sheen I don't need speed when the paint this mean Slow lane, low frame - know what I mean? Blunt in the tray, cherry burnin' red Summer heat rollin' through the tint instead I ain't in a hurry, got the city ahead Paint so wet, make 'em turn they head Left side –look. Right side –look. Same damn car, Different every light. Hold up... Candy paint drippin', wet like a fresh pour Three coats deep, then I add one more Trunk rattlin' low, shakin' the whole floor I slide real slow, make 'em ask what for Candy paint drippin', sun hit the door Flip that flake, now they stare some more Candy paint drippin', yeah, that's what it's for If you can't handle the shine, don't look no more Kandy apple red, blood-orange bite Gold flake jump when I hit that light Walk by once, now they ask all night "Who that?" - "Baby, read the plate, alright?" Driver side low, passenger clean Whole car blush when the sunset beams No dents, no dust, no cheap-ass sheen I keep that finish sharp and mean Trunk talk soft, but the bass talk mean 808 tucked underneath that seat Not for the noise - it's the way it breathe Memphis in the paint, got it stamped on me Tap that ash, let the smoke curl thin Window cracked, let the July heat in I don't need ten friends when I roll to the spot One clean ride and the whole block stops Mmm You thought I was finished? Cute Flip the switch, watch that body lean Purple turn teal; now you know what I mean Peanut-butter seats, soft and clean Wood-grain wheel with the gold in between Rearview full of flake when I back that thing Every stoplight turn to a magazine I don't pose; the car do everything I just hold the wheel and let the finish sing Trunk knock low... 808 breathe... I sit real still, let 'em look at me Ain't about money, ain't about the fee I make slow look better than you make speed I know you saw me when I pulled up slow Saw that flake when I rolled past the glow You looked twice baby, I already know Don't blame me if your neck got sore Three coats... Four coats... Maybe five... If it ain't wet when I pull outside Then I ain't finished; run it back twice. Spent too long watchin' paint dry - never again Now I watch that wet coat bend when I spin Gold flake flash, every panel got a grin If your paint ain't poppin', don't pull up beside this Microfiber tucked, got the cloth in the console Dust on the dash? That's a personal problem One little speck and I'm back on the job Wipe, buff, check - now the finish look proper Candy on the body, gloss on the trim Low enough down that the pavement look thin I don't chase validation, I just let 'em stare If they got somethin' to say - say it from there Two-tone fade, root beer into cream Clear coat deep, make the curbside gleam Pull off slow, let the whole block lean Wet-look body got the street lookin' clean Trunk knock soft through the frame and seats Bassline lazy but it still hit deep Blunt down low, ash fall neat Light one more, ain't nobody rushin' me Drip it. Flip it. Dip it. Ride. Three coats. Four coats. Five. Candy paint drippin', wet like a fresh pour Three coats deep, then I add one more Trunk rattlin' low, shakin' the whole floor I slide real slow, make 'em ask what for Candy paint drippin', sun hit the door Flip that flake, now they stare some more Candy paint drippin', yeah, that's what it's for If you can't handle the shine, don't look no more Candy paint drippin', purple into teal Candy paint drippin', tell me how that feel Candy paint drippin', every panel sealed Slow ride, clean ride, that's the whole damn deal Don't touch the paint. Drip... Still wet.
