Slim Thug, UGK - Leanin’ lyrics
[Slim Thug, UGK - Leanin’ lyrics]
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
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 shit's understood
Hit the 'Stead, 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
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
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
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 ho 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 her skirt
And when the bitch get a nut her pussy 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
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
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 flour
Hard or soft get it rock or powder
But know ya shit when you hit ya lick
It don't come with a textbook
Tellin' ya how to
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'!
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
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, 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
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 shit's understood
Hit the 'Stead, 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
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
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
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 ho 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 her skirt
And when the bitch get a nut her pussy 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
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
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 flour
Hard or soft get it rock or powder
But know ya shit when you hit ya lick
It don't come with a textbook
Tellin' ya how to
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'!
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
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin'
Sittin' sideways