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[Chorus]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
[Juvenile]
This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
A young black peyton manning in the rap gettin 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
Bitches watchin him thinkin "What if he wife me?"
And it`s a certain kind of swagger you get
Especially when you`re used to bein the shit, that`s if you`re older right
All of my boss bitches know the type
When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin like a motorbike
A nice fit and video on the TV`ll
get her to come out of them B.B.`s, believe me
I`m a thug and I`ma stay on pub`
And I don`t hug, cause I carry the strap in the club
I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what`s happenin with us
"They love the way I be leanin" - that`s why they baggin it up
[Chorus - 2X]
[Mike Jones]
Geah! Ice Age, Mike Jones!
You know that purple drank I be leanin, my diamonds shinin and gleamin
I`m in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin 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 U.T.P., ball-ballin as you can see
Crawl-crawlin 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
[Paul Wall]
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
Comin down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
Gettin money`s my only task, stack up paper and count cash
I`m ridin on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
Gettin full of that puff puff pass, it`s Paul Wall man what that do
Swishahouse baby that`s my crew, comin down jammin on the Screw
[Chorus - 2X]
[Wacko]
Drove over two dogs, sittin on two fogs
My rims be talkin 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 bitches salute those
Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim t-shirt, this ain`t no suit hoe
I got Pradas{?} up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe
[Skip]
I`m sick dog! And there ain`t no antidote
Bust your motherfuckin head like a canteloupe
Like Hannibal, WOOF, I`m an animal
Just cold dickin the money down huh - ain`t it though?
I`ma do my damn thing `til I cain`t no mo`
Don`t make me pull this damn 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 FUCK `til I ain`t no mo`