Leanin 歌词
| 歌曲 | Leanin |
| 歌手 | Slim Thug |
| 专辑 | The Boss of All Bosses |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Thomas ... | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this 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 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 lives | |
| 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 punkass 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' a hundred on the toll road | |
| Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine | |
| Ten years, still putting it down representin' for that | |
| H-TownMichael | |
| 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 with | |
| Pimp and Pac | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the | |
| PimpI got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips | |
| A hundred thousand on my neck every time 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 | |
| VetTop gone let's 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 legitWrecked the gray bitch, bought the red | |
| I got a Phantom too that's what the fuck | |
| I saidAnd | |
| 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 three way lover on my cingular | |
| She gotta four inch [Incomprehensible] hair | |
| Between her legs, | |
| I'm tellin' you | |
| And she pay her daddy and that's what it do | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this 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'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, | |
| I'm overgrown and 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 [Incomprehensible] | |
| 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 deadHeard 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' | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I'ma young ghetto boy that's why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways |
| zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Thomas ... | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this 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 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 lives | |
| 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 punkass 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' a hundred on the toll road | |
| Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine | |
| Ten years, still putting it down representin' for that | |
| HTownMichael | |
| 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 | |
| HTown man | |
| I' mma shout that out | |
| Till I' m up in heaven with | |
| Pimp and Pac | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the | |
| PimpI got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips | |
| A hundred thousand on my neck every time 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 | |
| VetTop gone let' s 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 legitWrecked the gray bitch, bought the red | |
| I got a Phantom too that' s what the fuck | |
| I saidAnd | |
| 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 three way lover on my cingular | |
| She gotta four inch Incomprehensible hair | |
| Between her legs, | |
| I' m tellin' you | |
| And she pay her daddy and that' s what it do | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this 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 | |
| GCode files is documented | |
| Certified | |
| RapaLot 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' ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, | |
| I' m overgrown and 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 Incomprehensible | |
| 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 deadHeard 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' | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Thomas ... | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this 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 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 lives | |
| 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 punkass 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' a hundred on the toll road | |
| Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine | |
| Ten years, still putting it down representin' for that | |
| HTownMichael | |
| 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 | |
| HTown man | |
| I' mma shout that out | |
| Till I' m up in heaven with | |
| Pimp and Pac | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the | |
| PimpI got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips | |
| A hundred thousand on my neck every time 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 | |
| VetTop gone let' s 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 legitWrecked the gray bitch, bought the red | |
| I got a Phantom too that' s what the fuck | |
| I saidAnd | |
| 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 three way lover on my cingular | |
| She gotta four inch Incomprehensible hair | |
| Between her legs, | |
| I' m tellin' you | |
| And she pay her daddy and that' s what it do | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this 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 | |
| GCode files is documented | |
| Certified | |
| RapaLot 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' ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, | |
| I' m overgrown and 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 Incomprehensible | |
| 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 deadHeard 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' | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| I' ma young ghetto boy that' s why | |
| I act this way | |
| Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', sittin' sideways | |
| Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways |
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