Obie Triceright here talkin to you muthafuckas Ja Rule punk ass... Yea! Fuckin Soul For Real ass... Nigga that's Soul For Real, That the nigga from Soul For Real! Candy Rain
on Murder murder kill killin and shit that I spit For lunatics who be feelin this shit Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it real Pops
And you want to be real, but you got to be rough And the whole town repent, for a basket from a fruit Rappin' in boots but ya'll handcuffs Working for
-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck wit real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real
wings red rice But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes [Hook] [Verse 3] Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was
the deal lick my flow pop swallow candy rain soul for real i got that heavy d, show me where your levee be and i can make u overflow, for u know
ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real
Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex [Z-Ro] Regular candy in river rain
soul, now I can face the world, embrace the world And remember, never ever chase a girl Learn to make a change and try to maintain No wood brain or candy
sweet as Shirly Temple singin Clown on the charoselle Spin on the ferris wheel Its magic floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish Scales [Fish Scales] Man, we liven straight real playas and real
it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy
2X [Jonell] It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain [Kool
, chicken wings red rice But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes [Hook] [Verse 3] Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
Chevy door, Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows, No square shall enter in the circle of winners, Know I'm prepared for whatev, you know
here talkin to you mother fuckers Ja Rule punk ass yeah Fuck his soul for real ass Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real' Candy rain