Bun B - Leanin' lyrics

[Hook: Pimp C] Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2] Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways [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 Lookin' good while I hold the wood, on the slab sh**'s understood Hit the (stash?) chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car new ice, it ain't sh** I can pay that price n***as 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-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, doin' 100 on the toll road Pimp and Bun runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine 10 years still putting it down, representin' 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 [Hook X2] [Pimp C] Sweet Jones b**h! Unnh Unnh Unnh Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp I got the gift to break a b**h, 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**y drip drop wet, lamborghini f** the vet Top gone lets get it on, I'm the real b**h 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 ho I'm legit Wrecked the grey b**h, bought the red I got a phantom too that's what the f** 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 b**h that will pull up her skirt And when the b**h get a nut her p**y squirt Tricks love to see water works I love the money she love the fame I gotta leveled head she gotta (piece of the brain) I gotta 3-way lover on my cingular She gotta 4 inch cone with jet mink hair Between her legs I'm tellin you And she pay her daddy and that's what it do [Hook 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 bu*ton 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 flour, hard or soft get it rock or powder But know ya sh** when you hit ya lick, it don't come with a textbook tellin' ya how to And the power and the bread, so f** a law dog, and f** 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'! [Hook X2] Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2] Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways