Lean Low Lyrics

Lean Low lyrics

feat. Backbone



Ooh ooh!



[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]

Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up

Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up

Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up

I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us

Walkin' up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by

Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's

I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk

Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay

When them Tram boys done had a good day

Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up

Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk

Good Times, if you in the club blowin' good pine

Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down

Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down

Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now



[Chorus - Seal Paul]

Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)

Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know



Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)

Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'



But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)

Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know



Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)

Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'



[Verse 2 - J-Bo]

I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel

Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is

It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again

Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end



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So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feelin', let's go

Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'

Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know

Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow

And just puff till you can't no mo'

We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go

At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up

Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up

So everybody, clap, and break it down

Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town

So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era

Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Backbone]

Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold

Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico

If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford

Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe

We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road

When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho

Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'

I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes

Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow

Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke

You know what it is, you seen it befo'

We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"

What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'

Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'

Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'

Post up young G, get drunk some mo'



[Chorus Until Fade]