Текст песни: Lose Control (Candyman Part 2) + перевод

Baby

Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh

Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh

Yeaaa

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 bitch, 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 nigga wanna, lose control

When-ever I’m wit’cha

I just wanna drink booze and roll

Shit baby, you ain’t naked yet?

You got a nigga so horny

That I could fuck ya out’cha shoes and clothes

Them other bitches, I’ll lose them ho’s

And two things to ask

Don’t take me for no fool and joke

Fuck up and make a nigga bruise ya nose

I’ll have ya ass 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 pussy swole

Head to the show, then get another ho

But not tonight, shawty, shit’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)

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 cocked up in the air

Or how I have your ass screamin' my name

From all the pleasure and pain

Cuffin' and pullin' out my hair

Your girls always there

Everytime they see yo nigga 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, wassup

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 pussy swole

Head to the show then get another ho

But not tonight, shawty, shit’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)

Now I been freakin' to ya, makin' (Diff-erent sounds)

I got’cha ass 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 butt

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 suck

I’m the only one they call when they ready to fuck

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 pussy swole

Or head to the show then get another ho

But not tonight, shawty, shit’chu make me lose control

Shit

(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)