Candy Songtext
von Foxy Brown feat. Kelis

I taste just like candy
Candy
I taste just like candy

So dance with me

Yo, now, let me paint y′all a picture
Fox pimp hard, just quiet like a whisper
Don't get it mixed up
Bad little sister
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good

Damn, I′m so hood
You should see me in them jeans
It's hard to describe and
Being cocky is just a part of my vibe

I might stop the holler, and pop my collar
Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed
Love attention when I′m passing by
See, I show a little cleavage and I catch his eye


Just the thought of him eating, I was outside soaking
Duke standing, looking, mouth wide open
I walked over, licking my lips
And adjusting my- and switching my hip
He threw his hand on my waist
Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste

I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me

Now just imagine me nude, stretched out
I′ll be all over the news if this gets out
So that the press might ban me
Now, how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter than candy?

What would you risk? Would you put up the car?
Taste my na na in the rain, on the hood of your car?
Or the back of the plane?
All out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth


When my dark skin complexion steps in
Won′t take no questions to get him and
The thought of Fox give men e-
And get real stiff at the sight of my-

Now we can role play
You be the pilot, I'll be the stewardess
Boy, I ain′t new to this
When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back
Y'all probably won′t know how to act

I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me

I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me

I'm real sweet like a candy corn
I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone
Picture me, T-shirt, no panties on
Or maybe topless, homie, I′m priceless, boy

The kind of girl that love to talk
′Specially when I'm on top
The whole show stop
Even though I′m sweet
Ain't nothin′ sweet
Let me know when you're ready to eat

I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me

I taste just like-