Lean Low

(album: Drankin Patnaz - 2003)

[Verse 1 Sean Paul]
Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walking up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I go to the bar, get something to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the morning, nigga back crunk
Good Times, if you in the club blowing good pine
Freaking ho's while ya' car being stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya' Escalade, man, it's sitting on bricks now

[Chorus Seal Paul]
Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'

But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'

[Verse 2 J-Bo]
I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whipping the wheel
Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Popping bottles, cutting up, living life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feeling, let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
Shawty choosing wit' a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can't no mo'
We in the mix, backfacing cuz that's just how it go
At the bar, we tripping, throwing it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toasting it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
Cuz we the same old fools sliding thru yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era
Dranking Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 Backbone]
Stay working back do', till every sack is sold
Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buying bottles of Moe
We swerving Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im putting on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im trying to get outta here wit' something freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo'
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em coming, gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'

[Chorus Until Fade]