Mr. Candy Man - Masta Sweet

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(Who dat?) Mista Candy Man!
(Whatchu sell?) Cotton clouds and them chocolate grams!
(Who you serve?) From the youth to the grown-up clan!
(What they yell?) “Ayy Masta Sweet, let the sweets land!”

[VERSE 1 – Hard Southern Flow]
I got big gumballs in a duffel bag
Bubble tape tucked in the du-rag swag
Ring Pops, Pop Rocks — heavy in stock
Push sweet like bricks when I’m bendin' the block

My clientele loyal, they fiend for the taste
Syrup in the soda got ‘em stuck in a daze
No baking soda, just sugar and glaze
My scale weighed out with the fudge and the haze

Candy bar king — ain’t no Nutta like me
Got Butterfingers grippin’ on that SweeTART heat
Wonka couldn’t dream of the traps I run
It’s Halloween year-round — I’m the candy plug, son!

[HOOK – Repeat]
(Who dat?) Mista Candy Man!
(Whatchu got?) Jawbreak packs and that sugar jam!
(Where you at?) Posted up in the candy van!
(How you roll?) All gold grill with the taffy slam!

(Who dat?) Mista Candy Man!
(Whatchu sell?) Cotton clouds and them chocolate grams!
(Who you serve?) From the youth to the grown-up clan!
(What they yell?) “Ayy Masta Sweet, let the sweets land!”

[VERSE 2 – No Limit Energy Up a Notch]
Sugar on deck, I ain’t takin' no fronts
Pay up or bounce like a lemonhead punch
Trolli in the trunk with a heatwave twist
Got blow pops packed with a cherry kiss

Move through the hood like a candy parade
With a Tootsie Roll chain and a Payday fade
Y’all cappin' — my fudge too real for the fake
I'm the candy dealer kings know not to mistake

Neighborhood watch be like “he too sweet”
But they still slide thru when they need that treat
I don’t chase clout, I just chase that crunch
And watch the block melt off the cinnamon punch

[HOOK – Final Repeat + Chant]
(Who dat?) Mista Candy Man!
(Whatchu got?) Jawbreak packs and that sugar jam!
(Where you at?) Posted up in the candy van!
(How you roll?) All gold grill with the taffy slam!

M-I-S-T-A — what?!
C-A-N-D-Y — yeahhh!
Say SWEET BOYZ don't play — huh!
And Masta Sweet run the tray — ughhh!!

[OUTRO – Ice Cream Truck Sound + Screwed Voice]
(Slowed voice: “Come get it… Candy man got what you need…”)
Candy don’t melt, but the block do...
Sweet Boyz… fo’ life.

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[HOOK – Call & Response] (Who dat?) Mista Candy Man! (Whatchu got?) Jawbreak packs and that sugar jam! (Where you at?) Posted up in the candy van! (How you roll?) All gold grill with the taffy slam! (Who dat?) Mista Candy Man! (Whatchu sell?) Cotton clouds and them chocolate grams! (Who you serve?) From the youth to the grown-up clan! (What they yell?) “Ayy Masta Sweet, let the sweets land!” [VERSE 1 – Hard Southern Flow] I got big gumballs in a duffel bag Bubble tape tucked in the du-rag swag Ring Pops, Pop Rocks — heavy in stock Push sweet like bricks when I’m bendin' the block My clientele loyal, they fiend for the taste Syrup in the soda got ‘em stuck in a daze No baking soda, just sugar and glaze My scale weighed out with the fudge and the haze Candy bar king — ain’t no Nutta like me Got Butterfingers grippin’ on that SweeTART heat Wonka couldn’t dream of the traps I run It’s Halloween year-round — I’m the candy plug, son! [HOOK – Repeat] (Who dat?) Mista Candy Man! (Whatchu got?) Jawbreak packs and that sugar jam! (Where you at?) Posted up in the candy van! (How you roll?) All gold grill with the taffy slam! (Who dat?) Mista Candy Man! (Whatchu sell?) Cotton clouds and them chocolate grams! (Who you serve?) From the youth to the grown-up clan! (What they yell?) “Ayy Masta Sweet, let the sweets land!” [VERSE 2 – No Limit Energy Up a Notch] Sugar on deck, I ain’t takin' no fronts Pay up or bounce like a lemonhead punch Trolli in the trunk with a heatwave twist Got blow pops packed with a cherry kiss Move through the hood like a candy parade With a Tootsie Roll chain and a Payday fade Y’all cappin' — my fudge too real for the fake I'm the candy dealer kings know not to mistake Neighborhood watch be like “he too sweet” But they still slide thru when they need that treat I don’t chase clout, I just chase that crunch And watch the block melt off the cinnamon punch [HOOK – Final Repeat + Chant] (Who dat?) Mista Candy Man! (Whatchu got?) Jawbreak packs and that sugar jam! (Where you at?) Posted up in the candy van! (How you roll?) All gold grill with the taffy slam! M-I-S-T-A — what?! C-A-N-D-Y — yeahhh! Say SWEET BOYZ don't play — huh! And Masta Sweet run the tray — ughhh!! [OUTRO – Ice Cream Truck Sound + Screwed Voice] (Slowed voice: “Come get it… Candy man got what you need…”) Candy don’t melt, but the block do... Sweet Boyz… fo’ life.

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