Mr. Blue - Lose Control (Candyman Pt. 2) lyrics

(Silk, Mr. Blue singing) Baby Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh Yeaaa (Verse 1) I'm still comin' hard wit' this pimp game And I'ma make 'em all realize That they about to be I get a ho to chop rocks for me And when ever I need a hand She quick to hit the block for me A pretty b**h, she ain't got to be And when white folks come and get me Hold down my spot for me And never have to do a lil' time Please ease my mind You better keep them legs locked for me You make a n***a wanna, lose control When-ever I'm wit'cha I just wanna drink booze and roll sh** baby, you ain't naked yet? You got a n***a so horny That I could f** ya out'cha shoes and clothes Them other b**hes, I'll lose them ho's And two things to ask Don't take me for no fool and joke f** up and make a n***a bruise ya nose I'll have ya a** on the grind Walkin' til' ya bruise ya toes You think I'm lyin'? Ask Juice and Rolls Them toe-sy hoes that I done had since ninety-four Young shawty, I'm a pimp though And I been had young ho's on the stroll Grindin' for dough But that ain't what a playa want'cha fo' And a matter of fact, don't even want'cha dough (I know that sound crazy) I need ya for, show me every-thang And when around my folks, they don't question my lady Pimp wit' me, or get pimped on You ain't wit' it? Then get on They call me "Baby Bishop, Magic Don Juan" You, know how the game usually go I leave ya on the floor, wit'cha p**y swole Head to the show, then get another ho But not tonight, shawty, sh**'chu make me lose control Your candyman (Hook, Silk & Mr. Blue, singing) Baby won't you let me Be your, candymaaaaaaan Oh my baby, yeah It's because you know I caaaaan (It's because you knooww, I can, I can) You can be my candy-giiirrl (You can be my candy-girl) If you don't mind baby Come to my candy-wooooorld (Just come on, come on) (My candy-world, my candy-world) (Verse 2) Now we've been creepin' for a long time Havin' conversations on the phone Til' two or three-o-clock in the morn' Reminiscin' on them good times That we had, it used to make ya daddy mad Every time you'd leave home You gon' off this good thang He don't know about how I be havin' Yo legs co*ked up in the air Or how I have your a** screamin' my name From all the pleasure and pain Cuffin' and pullin' out my hair Your girls always there Everytime they see yo n***a comin' Check the A-C, and pump they legs, wit' the smile Bout to leave when I got there But then I heard Misses Janice Talkin' bout "we gon' have to wait for a while" No question what they're stayin' for But'chu done play on my mind You got'cho game stinkin' pimp tight too I got to speak it to you girls, wa**up But I ain't tryin'a cut This slanger's here to please you As if to tease you You know how we do No-one can freak you The way that I do Ain't got to buy you Just lay beside you And let'cha ride Blue And doggies tied too Damn... quick I done livin' like my daddy named Carl Malone And you so jazz, that you tall and all I got'cha sprung by the way I work my back And make you crawl the wall I make your neighbor wanna call the law Got me bustin' like a twelve-gauge pump But I ain't sawed it off Not just talkin', I can walk the walk When it's done, I can tell it Cause the juice'll flow wit'out the funk Shawty, you Know how the game usually go I leave ya on the floor wit'cha p**y swole Head to the show then get another ho But not tonight, shawty, sh**'chu make me lose control Fo' sho' (Hook) Baby won't you let me Be your, candymaaaaaaan (Let me be yooour candyman) It's because you know I caaaaan (It's because you knooww that I can, I can) You can be my candy-giiirrl (If you don't mind babe) If you don't mind baby Come to my candy-wooooorld (My candy-world, candy-world) (Come on baby, get in my candy-woooorld) (Verse 3) Now I been freakin' to ya, makin' (Diff-erent sounds) I got'cha a** where ya (Blue to go down) And now she can't stop (Callin' me now) I mean shawty be (Stalkin' me now) Cause when I hit, it be (Drivin' her wild) First I drill, then I (Bust in her mouth) And said she love how (I'm turnin' her out) Now she want me to (Father her child) And now, well I feel yo pain But hold on slim, don't get that deep You knew from the jump, we was only meant to freak I hit'chu wit' the dick, and now you actin' like you geek And now, for some strange reason You askin' me "where my girl" And don't mean to be rude But lookie here slim You don't need to be worried bout her Just worried bout bein' in the bu*t Or posted up in the back of a truck I'm jabbin' and stabbin' and beatin' it up You scratchin' and grabbin' when you 'finna nut And I don't mean to rush, but hell I'm off in the dust Got a couple mo' ho's that's ready to bust Got a couple mo' ho's that's ready to s** I'm the only one they call when they ready to f** And they know not to trust me Off the top, I told 'em I can't be true And have the same thang goin' for you How can I be your man, when I'm hittin' all ya girlfriends too? Shawty, you Know how the game usually go I leave ya on the floor wit'cha p**y swole Or head to the show then get another ho But not tonight, shawty, sh**'chu make me lose control sh** (Hook) Baby won't you let me Be your, candymaaaaaaan (Let me be yooour candyman, yo candyman) It's because you know I caaaaan (I wanna make you lose, make you lose, controoool) You can be my candy-giiirrl (Be my candygirl, if you don't mind, if you dont miiind) If you don't mind baby Come to my candy-wooooorld (Babyyy, yeahh) (Let me turn you, oooonnnnn) (In my candy-world, in my candy-world) (Ohhh, be my candy-giiirl)