[Chorus]

"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"



[Juvenile]

This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track

A young black paid man in the 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're used to bein 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 smellin 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 hug, cause I carry the strap in the club

I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what's happenin with us

"They love the way I be leanin" - that's why they baggin it up



[Chorus - 2X]

"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"



[Mike Jones]

Geah! Ice Age, Mike Jones!

You know that purple drank I be 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 they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint

Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin as you can see

Crawl-crawlin 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



[Paul Wall]

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

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 pull over 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 the Screw



[Chorus - 2X]

"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"



[Wacko]

Drove over two dogs, sittin on two fogs

My rims be talkin 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 Pradas{?} up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe



[Skip]

I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote

Bust your motherfuckin head like a canteloupe

Like Hannibal, WOOF, I'm an animal

Just cold dickin the money down huh - ain't it though?

I'ma do my damn thing 'til I cain'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'



[Chorus - 2X]

"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"

"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"