Slim Thug ft. Pimp C & Bun B - Leanin video free download

Off the newest Slim Thug album..Pimp and Bun's verses go hard

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LYRICS:

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

[Chorus X2]

[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 shit's understood

Hit the (stash?) 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.

[Chorus X2]

[Pimp C]

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 hoe 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 my skirt

and when the bitch get enough her pussy squirt

tricks love to see (how it works?)

I love the money she love the fame

I gotta leveled head she gotta (piece of the brain/grain?)

I gotta 3-way lover on my cingular

She gotta 4 inch (?) with (jack Mick hair?)

Between her legs I'm tellin you

And she pay her daddy and that's what it do

[Chorus 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 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 flower, hard or soft get it rock or powder

But know ya shit when you hit ya lick, it don't come with a textbook ??

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

[Chorus X2]