Leanin'
(专辑: Boss Of All Bosses - 2009)
[Pimp C
sample] Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways [X2] Leaning, Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways Leaning, sitting sideways, Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I
act dis way, rolling in the
candy car leaning sitting sideways [Chorus X2] [Slim Thug] 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 Looking good while I
hold the
wood, on the
slab shit's understood Hit the
stash chunk up the
hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car new ice, it ain't shit I
can pay that price, Niggas ain't living like the
boss live, that's what that is and I
say that twice I
tip the
4's and flip the
roads, before that album got shipped to stores Boys betta keep they lips closed, before they punk-ass get exposed I
done showed the
world how the
boss hold, Slab or foreign I
floss those Drank and dro got me floss mode, doing 100 on the
toll road Pimp and Bun running right behind, pieced up with the
grill shine 10 years still putting it down, representing for that H-Town Michael 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 wit Pimp and Pac. [Chorus X2] [Pimp C] Sweet Jones bitch! Unnh Unnh Unnh Tony Snow the
mack not the
myth, the
Pimp I
got the
gift to break a
bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips A
hundred thousand on my neck, everytime 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 fuck the
vet Top gone lets get it on, I'm the
real bitch 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 legit Wrecked the
grey bitch, bought the
red I
got a
phantom too that's what the
fuck I
said And 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 bitch 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 3-way lover on my cingular She gotta 4
inch hair Between her legs I'm tellin you And she pay her daddy and that's what it do [Chorus X2] [Bun B] 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'mma gangsta baby not a
baby gangsta, I'm overgrown 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 that tell ya how ta And the
power and the
bread, so fuck a
law dog, and fuck a
fed I'm from the
south and we got the
crown, and you can't get it back until I'm dead Heard 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 [Chorus X2] Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways [X2] Leaning, Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways Leaning, sitting sideways, Leaning, Leaning, sitting sideways