Leanin

作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Thomas ...

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth

Candy blue, what you see me floss when

I pull the

Lac up out the house

Lookin' good while

I hold the wood on the slab bitchit's understood

Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good

New car, new ice, it ain't shit, bitch

I can pay that price

Bitches ain't living like the boss lives

That's what that is and

I say that twice

I tip the 4's and flip the roads before that album got *****pped to stores

Boys betta keep they lips closed before they punkass get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold, slab or foreign

I floss those

Drank and dro, got me floss mode, doin' a hundred on the toll road

Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill *****ne

Ten years, still putting it down representin' for that

H-TownMichael

Watts got the beats slow,

Slim Thug keep the streets throwed

Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause

Rico got them sweets rolled

Now ask them 'cause the streets know, the big boss man got it locked

H-Town man

I'mma shout that out

Till I'm up in heaven with

Pimp and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the

PimpI got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips

A hundred thousand on my neck every time that

I step out

Bought the red thang from

Chamillion, candy paint swangin' in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet

Lamborghini, **** the

VetTop gone let's get it on,

I'm the real mother****er, he's a clone

Smelling like

Bar 9 cologne, gotta billion dollars out my microphone

Slab crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split, choose a pimp hoe

I'm legitWrecked the gray mother****er, bought the red

I got a Phantom too that's what the ****

I saidAnd

I ain't dropped an album yet

Spend my dirty money, don't touch the check

If the rap game die,

I buy some work

And keep a young yella mother****er that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough, her pussy squirt

Tricks love to see how it works

I love the money, she love the fame

I gotta leveled head she gotta piece of the brain grain

I gotta three way lover on my cingular

She gotta four inch [Incomprehensible] hair

Between her legs,

I'm tellin' you

And she pay her daddy and that's what it do

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's trunk got the fifth

I push one button on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will lift

I got the gift,

I got straight from

God, keep it real, never fraud

From P A T the land of the

Trill so when come out

I'mma come out hard

You know the name and the resume, my

G-Code files is documented

Certified

Rap-a-Lot for life down with the mob represented

Don't play them games because

I got the change

To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, you'll leak coming out the candy

Die where you standing simple and plain

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta,

I'm overgrown and it's understood

Slim Thug the boss,

C the Pimp and

I'm Bun the

OG to run the hood

We got the good and the flower, hard or soft, get it rock or powder

But know ya shit when you hit ya lick

It don't come with a textbook [Incomprehensible]

And the power and the bread

So **** a law dog and **** a fe

I'm from the south and we got the crown

And you can't get it back until

I'm deadHeard what

I said and press rewind

Play it back so you can get the meaning

Coming down in that candy slab

Grippin' on the grain and you know

I'm leanin'

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why

I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways

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Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways