Ha ha

Gotta be one of them baby blue joints

Turn it up a notch let me see them speakers rock

Choclair featuring Mr. Mints

[Some fans right here]

Hey Mints whos this joint going out to

[What come on]



Chorus:

This is for my street misses

The ones who like to creep misses

In the backseet of my jeep misses

This is for the haters [Ho]

The ones who floss with no dough

We loves them all

You know that we loves them all



Now people say they wanna go

We bring it to the streets

Realize that its too far

So when I bring it where they are, where they are

To the niggers at home

Doin dishes with their ma

Out back playin ball with pa

I don't hate but its love

And I only wanna go where real thugs

Show love to niggas who came nothing that rose above

And broke they balls to be a star

Now they shine bright never stood got a brighter light

See its funny to me how people wanna go and bad talk me

But in a few years they be puttin chips in your skin and get your I.D.

Yet you suckas wanna hate on me

Get your priorities right,

I don't fight sit back with a corny ass spot

???

Give you more of that swamp dog thing you been lookin

??? under your foot on the floor

Have faith yall shouts tha funk that stank

That pumps the radio that pumps the geez in my bank

Stick your whole foot off the plank

Wookie niggers wanna step up a shot equals rank

equals take over war

Uniforms playing their stripes been torn rippin for the

T O R O N T O T dot O dot yall



(Chorus)



Yo Yo yo

I was tryin to live

Only take what you was tryin to give

Hungry take you for a ride in the six

You ain't the only one I'm tryin to hit

Plenty other chicks I end up with

You know try to scoop them up

Especially when the roof is up

Even hop in the coup or truck

Its all the same

Just don't play no games

Like Shauna I really don't do this much

I'm not a family man

I'm in your dreams like candyman

Plus I only touch girls named candylamb

When I'm in candyland

sweet enough to eat it up like candy yams

Call me handy man

Take tickets to the sandyland

I never hauk chicks like a landlord man

I take a girl love on a family plan

Thats why these chicks can't stand me man



(Chorus x2)



This is for my ballas

My huslas my my my brothers

Who like, like my sistas

Who love it beneath the covers

For my thugs, my soldiers

Tryin to get them overs who won't stop for nothin'

You want hits we bust



Yo yo peoples have a man whos an ameteur

Don't care whether you come through with a crew makin noise so they boost ya

Cause niggaz just cruise for wa loose cause they think what they drop is a shot like the shoota

But I aint' what you used to

I'm a familiar like a brewster

T dot, T dot

See watch out the heat we bring

Swamp dog gonna spread your wings



(Chorus