UGK, from Port Arthur, TX, the neighboring city to Beaumont, TX, released their debut EP The Southern Way in 1992. It was distributed by local record label Bigtyme Recordz and only available as an audio cassette. They quickly caught the attention of Jive Records, and were signed to a five album record contract. Their major label debut album Too Hard to Swallow was released later that same year, on November 10. While it featured several new recordings, it also featured several songs that had been culled from The Southern Way. However, several songs that had been intended to be included on the album were excised at the last minute, apparently due to their overly explicit content. Five of these songs would surface two months before Too Hard to Swallow’s release, on an EP distributed by Bigtyme Recordz; appropriately enough, the EP was titled Banned.
Their sophomore album Super Tight… was released two years later, on August 30. Unlike their previous effort, it managed to break into the Billboard Hot 200, but ultimately peaked at a disappointing #95. Two more years passed before the release of their third album, Ridin’ Dirty. It performed better than either of its predecessors, and almost broke into the Hot 200’s top-ten, before stopping short at #15. Ridin’ Dirty would also be UGK’s last album for the time being, as they went on a five year hiatus not long afterward.
In the interim, UGK made a high-profile guest appearance on Jay-Z’s 2000 smash hit “Big Pimpin” and also appeared on Three 6 Mafia’s hit “Sippin’ on Some Sizzurp” later the very same year. Both of these collaborations greatly increased their reputation, and helped fuel anticipation for their next project. Unfortunately, Jive failed to capitalize on this new-found interest in the duo, as their sixth album, 2001’s Dirty Money, came and went with little or no fanfare.
Further problems arose in 2002, when Pimp C was incarcerated for an aggravated gun assault charge on January 28. Throughout the time of his incarceration, Bun B carried on the UGK name by making numerous guest appearances on songs by other artists, with every appearance either mentioning Pimp C or featuring a “Free Pimp C!” or “Free the Pimp” chant. Many of UGK’s peers did the same, and mentioned Pimp C in their own songs with or without Bun B. During this period, Jive released a Best of UGK album, as well as a Chopped & Screwed remix album.
As a result of Pimp C’s incarceration, both members of UGK began solo careers out of necessity. Rap-A-Lot Records released Pimp C’s solo debut, Sweet James Jones Stories, on March 1, 2005. Bun B later released his own solo foray, Trill, on October 18, 2005. It opened at #6 on the Billboard Hot 200, and also peaked at #1 on Billboard’s Top R&B/Hip-hop Album chart. It was quickly certified gold by the RIAA.
On December 30, 2005, Pimp C was released from prison and was scheduled to be on parole until December 2009. He released his first post-incarceration album, titled Pimpalation, on July 25, 2006.
UGK released Underground Kingz, their 7th studio album in August 2007. The two-disc, 26-track album hit #1 on the Billboard charts after selling 157,000 copies in its first week, strongly supported by the hit single Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You). The single featured OutKast, and used a beat created by Three 6 Mafia’s DJ Paul and Juicy J, which was originally used in a song by Project Pat.
On December 4th, 2007, Pimp C was found dead at age 33 in his room at Hollywood’s La Mondrian hotel in Los Angeles, California, where he had been playing shows with Too $hort. According to the Los Angeles County Coroner’s Office Pimp C died from accidental overdose of Promethazine/Codeine “syrup” combined with a preexisting medical condition known as sleep apnea, which causes a person to stop breathing during sleep. He was buried on December 11th, 2007 in his hometown of Port Arthur, TX.
Candy
UGK Lyrics
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I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past
In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy
Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside
Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine
My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggas how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act
My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggas on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine
Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare
To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn
But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin' at Bun be
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try
My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'm a tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
In the song "Candy," UGK raps about their flashy, candy-painted cars. The song is an ode to Southern car culture, particularly in Houston, where candy-painted cars are a common sight. The opening lines express how fresh and clean their cars look, and how their candy paint is unique and spray-tight. They also assert that their candy is worth more than money and can make grown men cry, suggesting the value placed on Southern car culture.
The lyrics go on to describe the details of their candy-painted cars, including the color and the level of wood in the interior. UGK notes that their candy is so exceptional that people stop, drop, and stare when they see it. They also emphasize that their cars are an extension of who they are as individuals.
Overall, "Candy" is a celebration of Southern car culture and the pride one takes in their ride. The song highlights the attention to detail and effort put into making a truly unique car that stands out on the street.
Line by Line Meaning
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
My car's paint job is immaculate and looks brand new
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
People are impressed by the appearance of my car
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
My car has been painted with meticulous attention to detail
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white
The blue paint color contrasts perfectly with the white accents of my car
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
My paint job is unique and stands out from the typical car paint job
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Even if you try to buy the same kind of paint that I have, Ike (the seller) won't give it to you
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
My car is unique and one of the kind, just like the paint job
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine
Other cars may have paint jobs, but none are as beautiful as mine
My candy, worth mo' than money can buy
My car is so impressive and valuable that it cannot be purchased with just money
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
My car was so impressive that an established, well-respected individual couldn't help but become emotional about it
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
My car has glass-covered rims, which is an impressive and rare feature
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past
My car is so impressive that it causes an unexpected commotion on the highway
In my candy, got no competition on the street
No other car on the street can compare to mine
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
Even if someone won a car show, their car still wouldn't be as impressive as mine
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
My car is the best one in the neighborhood
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy
I drive my car with style and precision, which is why everyone admires it
Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
My car is raised high on its Vogues rims
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My car is so impressive that it attracts a lot of attention, particularly from women
My candy, is wetter than high tide
My car's paint job is glossy and reflective like ocean water during high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside
There is so much shiny wood and car accessories in my car that it looks like a blizzard of snow has entered it
Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
There are so many wood details in my car that it looks like a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
Seeing my car for the first time is so impressive that it can be compared to being hooked by a catchy song chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
My car's beauty and style is unforgettable
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine
My car's beauty is genuine and authentic, unlike David Blaine's magic tricks
My candy, it got the woman on the front
The car's hood ornament is a representation of a woman
And a PhD in showin' niggas how to stunt
My car is expertly designed to show off and impress anyone who sees it
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
My car has a fifth wheel on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act
My car will drive through any neighborhood in a flashy, impressive way
My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
My car is so impressive that it can be compared to the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My car is so impressive that it is like being entranced by watching the patterns in water while floating downstream
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
My car is designed and built with authenticity and quality
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
My car has become a legend in Houston, like the renowned DJ Screw
Yes my candy is so sweet
My car is so impressive and beautiful
Fadin' niggas on these streets
My car is so impressive that it makes other cars look bad in comparison
People watch as I ride by
My car is so impressive that people stop and stare as I drive by
In my candy I'm gon' shine
I will always stand out and look good while driving my car
Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
My car's exterior and design is smooth and well-done
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
Other people do not understand how my car's paint job was done so perfectly
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
My car causes people to stop and stare in amazement
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare
Even if other cars are brought out, they still won't compare to the beauty of my car
To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
My car is so impressive that it appears as a mirage that can't possibly be real
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My car is so beautiful that it would be a waste to park it in a garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
My car is so beloved and special that it is like a part of my family
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn
I care more about my car than anything else, including my friends and wealth
But my candy is an extension of me
My car represents who I am and the authenticity and value that I bring to the table
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin' at Bun be
Looking at my car is like looking at a representation of Bun B (the artist)
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
My car is mine and is unique and beautiful
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try
No one is able to compare to, let alone surpass the quality and beauty of my car
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Abdul-Wali Muhammad, Taekai Hicks, Randy Jefferson, Brad Jordan
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Moc Lan
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine
'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past
In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy
Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside
Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine
My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggas how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act
My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggaz on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine
Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare
To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn
But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin' at Bun be
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try
My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'm a tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Ly Dang
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine
'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past
In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy
Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside
Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine
My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggas how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act
My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggaz on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine
Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare
To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn
But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin' at Bun be
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try
My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'm a tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Orlanzo
Man this CD was a classic, i remember it was a double disk. Used to stay in my CD player day and night,couldnt stop playing it. I miss UGK man, one of my favorite groups of all time man. RIP Pimp C.
CLIPPERSRUNLA
Man my pops use to play every song on that Cd every single day in the truck dropping me off at school. I remember in 07 I was in elementary and my dad told me pimp c had died. Man shits crazy man RIP Pimp C
Carlos Angel
I remember when this came out. Yeah it was a double disc album. Rip Pimp C
Marlon Burden
Yes sir
Donnie Harris
On God I remember them cd's one was red and the other was black
AYANA ADAMS
This was my wake up music on the way to work. I had that bass back then.
acktriss
Bring it back baby just a lil bit u dig
Jaced Johnson
AYANA ADAMS damn good choice for the morning sir.
D-JUILESYBOY
One of the greatest rap songs of all time
Stone Richardson
Riding to this all 2020 in my candy 🕺🏾💯