Way I Be Leanin' (feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip, and Wacko)

Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'

This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
The young black Peyton Manning of 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 used to bein' the shit
That's if you hold her 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
Will get her to come out of them BB'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 bitch tryna figure out what's happenin' with us
(They like the way I be leanin')
That's why they backin' it up

Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'

Geah, Ice Age, Mike Jones
You know that purple drank got me 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 the corner, my slab gon' make 'em faint
Ice Age and UTP, ball-ballin' as you can see
Crawl-crawlin' on 23's with candy on my Humvee
Honeys love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean

I got a lotta money, I got a lotta ice
I got a lotta 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 four lager 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 this groove

Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'

Roll over two doors (Huh?), sittin' on two fours
My rims be talkin', too, they love to seduce hoes
Dress in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper waggon, never stop for group hoes
Oh no, I don't scoop those, have hoes salute those
Bad divas with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim t-shirt, this ain't no suit
Ride-up under these, not no Timberland boots, bitch

Dawg, and there ain't no antidote
Bust your nigga head like a cantaloupe
Like Hannibal, I'm an animal
It's cold kickin' him when he down, huh? Ain't it, though?
I'ma do my damn thing 'til I can't no more
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no more
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'ma just tell you one time, get the fuck, then I ain't no more

Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they like the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'