D4L Album

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Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)

Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)
Dat laffy taffy

I'm lookin fa Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)
Cuz you so thick
Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher (Oh)
Cuz I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my god!)
Gurl dis ain't no dance flo'
Dis a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro
I pop, I roll
It's soft I know
It's da summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
don't be shy
H** I'm Faybo? (oh)
I kno' you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)
Dat laffy taffy [Repeat 2x]

Cum on trick cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocolate
I like da way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watchin me
Laffy taffy I'm likin' dis
Big ol a** you shakin b****
Close yo mouth and don't say s***
Bend on ova and hit a split
Work dat pole and work it well
Stacks on deck, yo ankles swell
Gurl let me touch ya
I will neva tell
Security gaurd don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched dat h**
All da money just hit da flo'
D4L I'm ready to go
H** can't even shake no mo
Dey tired out
Lets ride out
B**** you wanna go
Den she can go
She get in my car
I ain't playin no mo
Start movin on my Faybo
B**** she probably already kno'
Let me see dat laffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)

Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)
Dat laffy taffy [repeat 2x]

Say baby gurl
A wat you gon' do
I got a hundred 1s
I wanna throw on you
Just keep dat a** shakin
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
And sip dat grey goose
Feelin' all loose
Cuz gurl you on your job
You got my d*** hard
Da way you touch dem toez
Workin' dem micros
On da stilletos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hoez (candy gurl)
Got me goin' in my pocket
Pullin' out mo' dough
Let da waitress kno' I need to order
Five hundred mo'
You besta believe lata on we headed 2 da mo'
So gone and pack dem bags
And let's mothaf***in' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine a**
At da front doe
Gurl you don kno'
Ima toss da laffy taffy
Toss it flip it and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it

Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)

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Deeze
We D4L
And we back

I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)

Prince O in the house and we represent da south
And I got to let em know before I came to ride we
Can buck it ain't nuthn but da pimpin inside she can
Go wen we get cut they can watch me roll anybody
Buck betta lock and load ain't goin to the truck betta watch
Dat hoe if she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo

O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air
Immitate fabulll stop drop roll pop one time lean
Back sprewell and pop one mo o I betcha can't get
Like me roll a blunt and take a hit like me step in the club
And pull a bitch like me and spit like hell he swear he
Like me

I betcha can't do it like me I'm tipsy off coke and hennesy
When I walk in you'll hataz envy me d4l you know who
We be da first street in 2003 2004 its all bout me I'm
Gon spray so you'll force can see watch me do it it's so
Easy first you get real low bounce on your toes snap
Yo finger make your arm roll hit da floor do da fabull
Keep it crazy and scream out o I'm tired of giving you'll
Suckers game for free next time wen I pull out my cd
Bet you can't touch 22 g's I bet you can't do my dance
Like me no

I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)

All we do is represent d4l can't see this stand out them
Ghetto hills dat team spittn out lyrics talkn slick gon get
Yo ass hit choppa wit it get you quick splaka splake duck
Trick I betcha can't work da street like dis flip a p and get
Up quick broke down geetin dimes and nicks hit the club
So fresh real quick hit da flo do my dance like this

Nope stopped and walked in the door with a box of blunts
And an answer of da dro wit a bag of dem sprees and you
Know I'm spendin like whoa I knock a hata to the flo ask
Carlos ask fabull ask lamar and mo b and Frank ske they
Already know nope I ain't really playin wit dem crows ak
Start sprayin I ain't layin wit em tho I can't em in da hood
And hit em wit a fo do my dance on em whoa

Nope I btcha can't do it like a g grab a tee and wipe da feet
Like me ain't gotta do it rite but they still wanna see and
They all wonder why they can't do it like me

Nope but I can do it like me shake the lid and get to it like me
Coa coa brother you like me make em dance and get krunk like me

I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)

They know I'm low I'm ceo got stacks on deck I pop I roll
The cars the clothes the life I know the hard the soft the
Dro that's all it's time that I shine it's d4l on my grand mama
Partna all hatas go to hell I can't stand drama shawty I don't say
No stories I can't tell I betcha can't do it like me break no bank
Every tome they try they fail c'mon

I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)

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(feat. Busta Rhymes)

Hey, Hey
Yeah
Hey
Well you know
What
It's Busta Rhymes and D4L in this motherfucker, fo' sho'
The remix, the remix
Ay
Ayo
I heard a couple of niggaz been tryin to take the dance
y'all nigga created from y'all and shit it's funny tho
I rather see that bitches do it
Here we go

[Verse 1]
I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)
Cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher
Cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my God!)
Girl this ain't no dance flo'
This a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro'
I wop? I roll
It's all I do
It's the summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me cold (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
Don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
That laffy taffy

[Stoney]
Mr. Chocolate Chocolate lookin for who choppin it
Shake yo laffy taffy and I like the way she droppin it
Big ol ass I see ya ho
Put her in a video xxx flick and we filmed it at the studio
Aww shit there she go, dancin nasty on the flo'
Po' the Grey Goose bottle right up in her booty hole
Ain't neva seen that before look at how she doin it
Leep the camera rollin because she about to start chewin it

[Shawty Lo]
I run the candy store
And I got mo sugah than Trick and Cee-Lo
If ya got a sweet tooth girl I got ya flavor
You can have it yo way either Now or Later
My chico stick is a real Lifesaver
And I feed 'em Lil' Debbies cause I ain't gone cake 'em
It's Lo, Fabo bust a move then stunt
When I came up in the club and you know what we want

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[Mook B]
Say baby girl
Ay what you gon' do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna po' on you
Just keep that ass shakin'
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
Cause girl you on yo job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilletos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough
Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'
You best believe later on we headed to the mo'
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine ass
At the front do'
Girl, you don't know
I'ma toss the laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it, and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it

[Busta Rhymes]
Shawty you can get up in my whip and you can bring a couple of ya friends
Make sure their waist small with a bubble big ol ass
Where they need a lil help just to get in my bed
Where they can spread it wide open and suck on my Lemonhead
Now spread that ass a lil bit more let me get up in the coochie hole
Now how many licks does it take to get up in the center of my Tootsie Roll
Now tell me mami I'm a watch now do ya lil low drop
Come and do it again Charleston Chew up on my Blow Pop
I love 'em thick and stallion and stat niggaz know the answer
Horseback bowlegged bitches like a Jolly Rancher
Said chick come talk to a nigga real quick
Get in my phantom backseat let me give you that Chico Stick
The way I give it to her shorty know that I'm a make it cream
While she be playin with my balls or Boston Baked Beans now
Baby bounce dat ass and shake it all around until it slap me
And show you with a thousand singles shake yo laffy taffy