Leanin - Slim Thug
Leaning leaning sitting sideways leaning leaning sitting sideways
Leaning leaning leaning sitting sideways
Leaning sitting sideways leaning leaning sitting sideways
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting 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
Looking good while I hold the wood rollin slab sh*t's understood
Hit the stash chunk up the hood boys gotta see me stunt for good
New car new ice it ain't sh*t 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 four's and flip the roads
Before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips closed
Before they punk a** 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 one hundard on the toll road
Pimp and bun running right behind pieced up with the grill shine
Ten years still putting it down representing for that h town
Michael watts got the beats slowed
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
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideway
Unnh tony snow the mack not the myth the pimp
I got the gift to break a b**ch 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 p**sy drip drop wet lamborghini f**k the vet
Top gone lets get it on I'm the real b**ch he's a clone
Smelling like bar nine 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 b**ch bought the red
I got a phantom too that's what the f**k I said
And I ain't dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money don't touch a check
If the rap game died I buy some work
And keep a young yella b**ch that will pull up my skirt
And when the b**ch get enough her p**sy squirt
Tricks love to see water works
I love the money she love the fame
I gotta leveled head she gotta b**ch of the brain
I gotta three way lover on my cingular
She gotta four inch with (jack mick hair)
Between her legs I'm tellin you
And she pay her daddy and that's what it do
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
It's bun b the man and not the myth
Ridin on them four'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 ya talents coming out the candy
Die where you standing simple and plain
I'm ma 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 that run the hood
We got the good and the flower hard or soft get it rock or powder
But know ya sh*t when you hit ya lick
It don't come with a textbook telling ya howta
Got the power and the bread so f**k a law dog and f**k 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 leaning
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
I'm ma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rolling in the candy car leaning sitting sideways
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Leaning leaning leaning sitting sideways
Leaning sitting sideways leaning leaning sitting sideways
