Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
C#m
Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', leanin', leanin',
sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, leanin',
Verse 2
leanin', sittin' sideways
C#m
I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way,
rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways
Verse 3
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
Big boss of that damn nawf, grab
the mic straight run his mouth
Candy blue what you see me floss,
Verse 4
when I pull the lac up out the house
C#m
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
Verse 5
it ain't shit I can pay that price,
Niggas ain't living like the boss live,
that's what that is and I say that twice
Verse 6
C#m
I tip the 4's and flip the roads,
before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips closed,
before they punk- ass get exposed
Verse 7
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I done showed the world how the boss hold,
slab or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro got me floss mode,
doin' 100 on the toll road
Verse 8
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Pimp and bun runnin' right behind,
pieced up with the grill shine
10 years still putting it down,
representin' for that h- town
Verse 9
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Michael watts got the beats slow,
slim thug keep the streets throwed
Brains straight bout to be blowed,
cause rico got them sweets rolled
Verse 10
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Now ask them cause the streets know,
the big boss man got it locked
H- town man I'mma shout that out,
Verse 11
till I'm up in heaven wit pimp and pac.
C#m
[Chorus]
Sweet jones bitch! unnh unnh unnh
Verse 12
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Tony snow the mack not the myth, the pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch,
twenty thousand behind my lips
Verse 13
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A hundred thousand on my neck,
every time that I step out
Bought the red thang from chamillion, candy
paint swangin' in the drop
Verse 14
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I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet,
lamborghini fuck the vet
Verse 15
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Top gone lets get it on,
I'm the real bitch he's a clone
Smelling like bar 9 cologne,
gotta billion dollars out my microphone
Verse 16
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Slab crusha, dome busta,
Promethazine mixed with the tussa
Verse 17
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We call it banana split,
choose a pimp hoe I'm legit
Wrecked the grey bitch, bought the red
I got a phantom too that's
what the fuck I said
Verse 18
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And I ain't dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money don't
touch the check
Verse 19
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If the rap game die I buy some work
And keep a young yella bitch that will
pull up my skirt
Verse 20
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And when the bitch get enough
her pussy squirt
Tricks love to see (how it works?)
Verse 21
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I love the money she love the fame
I gotta leveled head she gotta
piece of the brain
Verse 22
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I gotta 3- way lover on my singular
She gotta 4 inch with jack mick hair
Verse 23
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Between her legs I'm tellin' you
And she pay her daddy
Interlude 1
and that's what it do
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Verse 24
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[Chorus] It's bun be 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
Verse 25
C#m
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
D#m
C#m
You know the name
Verse 26
and the resume,
my g- code files is documented
Certified rap- a- lot for life,
down with the mob represented
Verse 27
C#m
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
Verse 28
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I'mma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta,
I'm overgrown it's understood
Slim thug the boss, see the pimp,
and I'm bun the og to run the hood
Verse 29
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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 ??
Verse 30
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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 dead
Verse 31
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Heard 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'
Verse 32
[Chorus]
C#m
Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', leanin', leanin',
sittin' sideways
A
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Leanin', sittin' sideways, leanin',
G#
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leanin', sittin' sideways
Outro 1
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