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Way I Be Leanin’
Juvenile feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip and Wacko
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"all the ballers is bouncing, they love the way i be leaning"
"they love the way i be leaning, they love the way i be leaning"
this is the year of the u, watch how i get on track
the young black payton manning of rap getting his snaps
and also, he only rides in the year that he's in
cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be
he off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
btches watching him thinking "what if he wife me?"
and it's a certain kind of swagger you get
especially when you're used to being the sht, that's if you're older right
all of my boss btches know the type
when a ngg hug all on ya and he be smelling like a motorbike
a nice fit and video on the tv'll
get her to come out of them bb's, believe me
i'm a thug and i'ma stay on pub'
and i don't bug, cause i carry the strap in the club
i see ya peeping trying to figure out what's happening with us
"they love the way i be leaning" – that's why they bagging it up
geah! ice age, mike jones!
you know that purple drank i be leaning, my diamonds shining and gleaming
i'm in that dropper with juve the groupies bopping and fiendin
i'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
ladies know when i hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint
ice age and utp, ball-balling as you can see
crawl-crawling on 23's, with candy on my humvee
hon-ies love the way i talk, love the way i walk
love the way i lean, they say that i'm so clean
i got a lot of money, i got a lot of ice
i got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
i got that paper cause i'm caked up like betty crocker
coming down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
getting money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash
i'm riding on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
getting full of that puff puff pss, it's paul wall man what that do
swishahouse baby that's my crew, coming down jamming on the screw
drove over two dogs, sitting on two fogs
my rims be talking too, they love to seduce hogs
they're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
i'm big paper; wacko never stop for group hoes
oh no i don't scoop those, fly btches salute those
fatties with benefits, you know i recruit those
this a soulja slim t-shirt, this ain't no suit hoe
i got prada up under these, not no timberland boots hoe
i'm sick dog! and there ain't no antidote
bust your motherfcking like a cantaloupe
like hannibal, woof, i'm an animal
just cold dcking the money down huh – ain't it though?
i'ma do my dmn thing 'til i can't no mo'
don't make me pull this dmn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
and don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
i'ma just tell you one time, get to fck 'til i ain't no mo'