Juvenile - Way I Be Leanin' lyrics

(feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip, Wacko) [Chorus] "Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leaning" "They love the way I be leaning, they love the way I be leaning" "All the ballers is bouncing, they love the way I be leaning" "They love the way I be leaning, they love the way I be leaning" [Juvenile] This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track The young black Payton Manning of rap getting 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 b**hes watching him thinking "What if he wife me?" And it's a certain kind of swagger you get Especially when you're used to being the sh**, that's if you're older right All of my boss b**hes know the type When a n***a hug all on ya and he be smelling 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 bug, cause I carry the strap in the club I see ya peeping trying to figure out what's happening with us "They love the way I be leaning" - that's why they bagging it up [Chorus - 2X] [Mike Jones] Geah! Ice Age, Mike Jones! You know that purple drank I be leaning, my diamonds shining and gleaming I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies bopping 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-balling as you can see Crawl-crawling 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 Coming down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers Getting money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash I'm riding on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash Getting full of that puff puff pa**, it's Paul Wall man what that do Swishahouse baby that's my crew, coming down jamming on the Screw [Chorus - 2X] [Wacko] Drove over two dogs, sitting on two fogs My rims be talking 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 b**hes salute those Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those This a Soulja Slim t-shirt, this ain't no suit hoe I got {?} up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe [Skip] I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote Bust your motherf**ing like a cantaloupe Like Hannibal, WOOF, I'm an animal Just cold dicking the money down huh - ain't it though? I'ma do my damn thing 'til I can'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 fu*k 'til I ain't no mo' [Chorus - 2X]