[Intro: E.S.G & Slim Thug]
Say Slim, what's the deal baby?
Making this money man
Uh-huh, true that, true that
Check this out, it's going down over here
On the South, so I'm bout to come over there
On the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K baby
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, candy coated still puttin' it down
Still swangin' and bangin' ha, boys gon' feel us man
Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what
Fo' sure

[Hook: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Excursion?
Swang and bang, still grippin' grain
Northside, man huh, Southside what

[Verse: E.S.G.]
See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when me and Slim pull up
You see us flossing on chrome, with the styrofoam cup
I got a eight and a liter, swangin' on the feeder
In the Bentley watching BET, I'm tripping off of Cita
Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders
My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters
Man I need Excursion, or my Navigator
My big body Denali, squattin' like a Florida Gator
Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar
Get the cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren
I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars
Man my rent cost more, than some boys cars
Hit the Boulevard, with the nine in my lap-lap
Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap
[Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Excursion?
Swang and bang, still grippin' grain
Northside, man huh, Southside what

[Verse: Slim Thug]
Now when I come down
I be throwing up the North showin' off
Six gallons of gloss, on my 7-9 boss
I floss the candy green gleam, when I pull on the scene
My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean
My drop top is a supreme, king of a young teen's dream
Like a diamond it bling-bling, when it's hit with sun beams
Shoot more spiders in my ring, when I glide up the block
I got a trunk full of knock, about to bust out shots
I'm shutting down the parking lot, when you see me ride
See me sitting high with pride, sliding on the buck hide
Looking pretty, on a tour all across my city
Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney
From the North to the South, we gon' represent
I'm getting bent behind tint, froze by the air vent
I spent a lot of cash to shine, but it came in handy
Cause like a child, Slim Thug is so in love with candy, huh

[Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Excursion?
Swang and bang, still grippin' grain
Northside, man huh, Southside what
[Verse: E.S.G. & Slim Thug]
Now when I come down, I be throwing up the South
Ice in our mouth, Wreckshop and Swishahouse
Ha, we got the braids and fades, and ride 4's and blades
Looking laid in the 'Sacci, or the Gucci shades
Candy red smash, syrup make you lean fast
19 with screens, playing Sega Dreamcast
Hol up, that candy blue or that green, gon' keep our slab looking clean
Watching a movie on my screen, when I pull on the scene
In the new Coupe, chunk the deuce out the hoo-doo
Taper fade playa made, Iceberg or FUBU
Uh, and I splurge the Iceberg, and drink gallons of syrup
With a Y-2G bird, valeted on the curb
See them boppers still boppin', them choppers still choppin'
Them tops still droppin', the trunk still poppin'
Slim Thug and E.S.G., for the Y2K
Man I still got my braids
Man I still got my fade, huh

[Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Excursion?
Swang and bang, still grippin' grain
Northside, man huh, Southside what

[Outro: E.S.G]
Northside, man huh, Southside what
Northside, man huh, Southside what