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Bouncin' Wit a Lean feat. The Gospel Gangstaz & Chris Chicago
Intro- Look at the picture from the chalk on the pavement Even as a child, I was never a slave man Born free had dreams like a rocket Even jaded pessimists couldn't stop it I had you going there for a minute though… We just getting started
Verse 1- Welcome, to the wild west Blessed to be born and raised On the side of the map where it never rains The bright sun shining, got to put my shades on yeah I ain't mad dogging homie, that's what the glasses are for Low riding in a chevy on the weekend 64' Impala with the system let it seep in Now that we got the people peepin' Everybody bounce wit a little bit of leaning
Chorus- We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four We bounce high then we right back sitting low Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean Come on We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four We bounce high then we right back sitting low Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean
Verse 2 (Chris Chicago) They call me Chi-Town, I got my own style I need a dope beat when I'm driving down the street I spit the facts then I kick back and twist tracks I never had chrome, but yet I hold my own Chris Chicago JamtheHype yeah I'm well known And how things have changed, I've done grown up Reppin' Nashville but the west I still throw it up And the 505 it will always be The place I call home and all the sweet memories I remember bumpin' Double G's as I rolled with the window down, down Montgomery I got busted at the Taco Cabana Bouncin wit a lean, in my 98' Mitsubishi Jamming N.I.V. T-Bone and D.O.C. But now it's all about the R to to E… L I K I S that's a bet Verse 3 (Mr. Solo) Ganks, dumps, switches, 16's Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com front and back and side to side, you would think its possessed like in a switch teen Then you get to hopping, posing, dropping, pancaking, sea sawing, turtle walking I fall off the ground hand praising Fa sho rider, Jehovah Jireh's my provider Yeshua saves as I bump up in my lowrider I let it hang as I swing it on a fish tail Then the John the whale weighed on it like a fish scale It's just like a witch spell so I quick sell Fiends still buying but I'm trying to miss hell Pointing shells at the adversary In the form or reading scriptures I have hittin' you can tell that my vocabulary's hood Camp 8's the team but I'm Solo I hear the word then I bounce and I lean like a cholo You see me I'm G'd up a scene in the promo Crème para el 8, that's cream for the ocho
Chorus- We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four We bounce high then we right back sitting low Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean Come on We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four We bounce high then we right back sitting low Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean
Verse 4- (Chille Baby) Bouncin' wit a lean dream team in my left back pocket Chille Baby and Solo fa sho though cash profits Slash profits, you don't never wanna see me on that page why G like there goes his stash knockin' I'd rather stay up on the side of hittin' switches Changing life, sowing seed, the hate from reaping riches steak and lobster dishes Left coast coast west, where they faith strong and home of the spokes rest Oh yes, pop the hood it's all chromey front back and side to side now low full of homies Low ride for G's only, I can tell if he's phony Candy paint duelers , all spectators all on me Gospel Gangtaz, Camp 8 to the death Banging on the rest and you blame it up on the west, engrave it up on my chest, so real flow I pimp a track like a mack up in Fillmore real flow
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