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 *****t's understood Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car, new ice, it ain't *****t, I can pay that price *****s 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 *****pped 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 *****ne 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 *****, 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 ***** drip drop wet Lamborghini, ***** the VetTop gone let's get it on, I'm the real *****, 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 *****, bought the red I got a Phantom too that's what the ***** 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 ***** that will pull up my skirt And when the ***** get enough, her ***** 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 *****t when you hit ya lick It don't come with a textbook [Incomprehensible] And the power and the bread So ***** a law dog and ***** 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
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 *****t's understood Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car, new ice, it ain't *****t, I can pay that price *****s 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 *****pped 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 *****ne 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 *****, 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 ***** drip drop wet Lamborghini, ***** the VetTop gone let's get it on, I'm the real *****, 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 *****, bought the red I got a Phantom too that's what the ***** 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 ***** that will pull up my skirt And when the ***** get enough, her ***** 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 *****t when you hit ya lick It don't come with a textbook [Incomprehensible] And the power and the bread So ***** a law dog and ***** 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
