Letra de Candyland - Ghostface Killah

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 X

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?

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