Candy Strip Experience-Urban Dance Squad

Mic checka checker, never hack a Story-observin＇-time this time I ain＇t the wrecker Of brainpan, veins and there＇s a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small timespan Population, real frustration - ready to bug No formation, it＇s really hard against streettugs So the blocks shock with rock, different from a jvc box Another sick dance over some designer drug Boys to men in caps baggies hoodies Eyes of destruction, now could you look moody ? Day and nighttime, they prowl like a nightowl Dispatchin＇ more tactics than my man colin powell They dodge, hush, rush without a blush Cat and mouse with five-o that holds a grudge And it＇s like that On the candystrip Candy＇s gold out of hands Gotta note thank you man On the candystrip People stroll in a trance Understand with one glance On the candystrip Instant build-up ain＇t clean Not far from a dream On the candystrip Man, man, man, man I must say I＇m touched When you dilyy-dally ＇round the methadon bus The soul with the same hole as their pockets Here＇s the supply guy, don＇t need no ducats And off to the famous spot Be a leech for the twat ownes a lot Had a blast - that can no longer last Build up fast in the moments of rash Had a bash for the cash ＇n purse that you snatched Take cardboard tatch, build a home to rest Shame in a game when the eye＇s upon you A tramp in the land, but the world went wrong too Turned psycho-paranoid, it＇s the world you dodge Starin＇ at the bloodcrust, your monster of lust