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Text: Slim Thug. Boss Of All Bosses. Leanin'.


[feat. UGK]

Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' To The Side, Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways

[Slim Thug:]
Big Boss of that damn Nouf
Grab the mic straight winner mouf
Candy blue when you see me floss
When I pull that lac up out the house
Looking good while I hold the wood
Holding slab's since understood
Hit the stead, chunk up the hood
Boys gotta see me stomp em 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'll say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the rose
Befo' that album got ship the stores
Boys better keep they lips closed
Befo' they punk ass get exposed
I da show the world how the boss hold
Slab or foreign I'll floss thoed
Drank and dro got me flow smoke
Doing a hundred on the toll grow
Pimp and Bun ridin' right behind
Pieced up with the grill shine
Ten years, still puttin' it down
Representin' for that H-Town
Michael Watts got the beats slow
Slim Thug keep the streets thoed
Drank spray bout to be blowed
Cause Rico got them sweets roll
Now ask them cause the streets know
The big boss man got it locked
H-Town I'm a shout that out
Til I'm up in heaven with Pimp and Pac

[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways

Sweet Jones, Bitch!
Uh, Uh, Uh

[Pimp C:]
Tone as snow, the mack not the miff
Pimp I got the gift to break a bitch
Twenty thousand behind my lips
A hundred thousand on my neck
Everytime that I step by
Off that red thang from chamillion
Candy paint swangin' on the drop
I keep the hoes pussy just hot and wet
Lamborghini, fuck the bet
Top down let's get it on
I'm the real bitch, he's a clown
Smelling like Bun na calone
Got a billion dollar out of my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta
With Dr. Z next with the tussler
We call this banana split
Choose a pimp, hoe I'm legit
Wreck the grape, bitch brought the red
I gotta phantom too, now 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 died, I buy some work
And keep a young yella bitch that'll pull up her skirt
And when the bitch get a nut, her pussy squirt
Trisha love to see water worse
I love the money she love the fame
I got a level head you gotta? grain
Gotta three-way-lover on my Cingular
She gotta four-inch tone of jet mint hair
Between her legs, I'm telling you
And she pay her daddy, that's what it do

[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways

[Bun B:]
It's Bun B the man and not the miff
Ridin' on them 4's, trunk got the biff
I push one button on my remote
Start up my slab and my trunk a lift
I got the gift straight from God
Keep it real, never fraud
From P.A.T. the land of the Trill
So when I come out, I'm a come out hard
You know the name and the resamay
My G-code five is documented
Certified Rap-A-Lot for life
Down with the Mobb, represented
Don't play them games, cause I got the change
To put it in ya mind, and on ya brain
You'll need'cha talents coming in ya candy
Not where ya standing, slippin' the plain
I'm a 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 O.G. that run the hood
We go the good and the flower
Hard or soft, get it rock the power
Ya know ya shit, when ya get'cha lick
It don't come with a textbook, turn ya howder
Got the power and the bread
So fuck a law dawg and fuck a fed
I'm from the south, we got the crown
And you can't get it back until I'm dead
Heard what I said, then press rewind
Play it back so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that candy slab
Gripping on the grain and you know I'm Leanin'

[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways

Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' To The Side, Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways