Lyrical Breakdown of Way I Be Leanin’ (feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip & Wacko) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Way I Be Leanin’ (feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip & Wacko)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Juvenile employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
The young black Peyton Manning of 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 order 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
Will get her to come out of them BB'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' tryna figure out what's happenin' with us
(They love the way I be leanin') That's why they baggin' it up
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
Shit, Ice Age, Mike Jones
You know that purple drank got me leanin'
, My diamonds shinin' and gleamin'
I'm in that dropper with Juvie, the groupies boppin' and fiendin'
I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
Ladies know when I hit the corner my slab's gon' make 'em faint
Ice Age and UTP ballin', ballin' as you can see
Crawlin', crawlin' on 23's with candy on my Humvee
Honeys love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean
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 Paloma 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 this groove
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
Rover with two doors, sittin' on two fours
My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hoes
That dress in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper Wacko, never stop for group hoes
No, no, I don't scoop those, bad bitches salute those
Bad divas with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim t-shirt, this ain't no suit, ho
I got pride up under these, not no Timberland boots, ho
I'm sick, dawg, and there ain't no antidote
Bust your motherfuckin' head like a cantaloupe
Like Hannibal, I'm an animal
It's cold kickin' him when he down, huh, ain't it, though?
I'ma do my damn thing 'til I can't no more
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no more
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'ma just tell you one time, get the fuck to the H, no more
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'