Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way I Be Leanin', artist - Juvenile. Album song Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Way I Be Leanin' |
| «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» |
| 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 |
| Bitches 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 shit, that’s if you’re older right |
| All of my boss bitches know the type |
| When a nigga 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 pass, it’s Paul Wall man what that do |
| Swishahouse baby that’s my crew, coming down jamming on the Screw |
| 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 bitches salute those |
| Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those |
| This a Soulja Slim t-shirt, this ain’t no suit hoe |
| I got Prada up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe |
| I’m sick dog! |
| And there ain’t no antidote |
| Bust your motherfucking 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 FUCK 'til I ain’t no mo' |