Skip

(feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall & Skip & Wario)

[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'm a stay on pub'
And I don't bug, 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:]
"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" [x2]

[Mike Jones:]
Yeah! 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 feenin'
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:]
"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" [x2]

[Wario:]
Drove over 2 dogs, sittin' on 2 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; Wario 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 ? up under these, not no Timbaland boots.

[Skip:]
I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote
Bust your muthafuckin' like a canteloupe
Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal
Just cold dickin' the money down huh, ain't it though?
I'm a do my damn thing 'til I can'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'm a just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'.

[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" [x2]

(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)

[Chorus: Skip - 2X]
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!)
"I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!)
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)

[Skip]
Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words - stay off my dick
You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"
C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
"I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck
Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!)
"You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta"
Cause that's your old lady he with
Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch

[Chorus - 2X]

[Redd Eyezz]
Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things
Deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new Range
Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it
Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift -
your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit

[Chorus - 2X]

[Juvenile]
Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at
They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you
Not in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper

[Chorus - 4.5X]