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 frost 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)