Candy - Foxy Brown, 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 sista;

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 the vibe

I might stop and holla and pop my collar

Maybe a little conceited but that’s always needed

Love attention when I’m passin' by

See I show a little cleavage then I catch his eye

Just the thought of him eatin', I was outside soakin'

Duke standin' loc’in, mouth wide open

I walked over, lickin' my lips

And adjustin' my and switchin' my hips

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 hot that the press might ban me

Now how bad you wanna know if I’m sweeter then 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 him an erection

To 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 knew 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 bwoy

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 nuttin 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…