Candy Strip Experience -

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