Joe Budden - Gangsta Lean Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Hook - repeat 2X]WOOAH (WOOAH)Wooah that girlShhh (Shht shht)I wanna Woouuf you girl[Chorus]Oooh that girl, she's on the sceneShe be my gangstaShe be my LeanOooh that girl, she's in the crowdI see her looking, she wanna get down[Verse 1]Let's jump off, where there's no sleep for daysRegular Joe's on the creep againIf you 'bout it then prove that girlShow me you know how to that girlLike who's that girl taking over me, I'm the all as if that don't make her notice meI don't Curr- 'bout her man, I don't Curr- if she faithfullI only came out to see what I can Fanai-goShe got boots, Highlights she very use toLipgloss, Fragrance smelling like Cherry Nu-GlaEverything that she rock she look fine in itWhen she relaxing, baby is air clining itI got it bad for diva, I holla backBut if she holla back, is proud as her RepNow, can we get it, poppin', BooCuz you watching me, but I'm watching you[Chorus]Oooh that girl, she's on the sceneShe be my gangstaShe be my LeanOooh that girl, she's in the crowdI see her looking, she wanna get down[Verse 2]Now things look a little more livelyI'm starting to think she really likes meHer body is starting to hipnotize meI'm 'bout to forget I got a wifeyLook how she clings to me, I'm picturing her doing bad things to meLike up all ya is going downOh, Oh yo she's going downBut for real, for real, on the really realYou ain't got to go yet, don't be silly could chillHope later on if she feeling me still, I'm like "What's really good, What's really the deal"If you looking for that perfect man to hold you down maThen *sip* this nigga, slow it down maBut holla if you need a ride back booOr just for the record, know that I'm that Nucca[Chorus][Hook][Verse 3]Are you the type to give it up when you sleep with the restOr the type that like this and say it's deeper than sexI know, You got a 2-way I need that contactLet's hit the dace floor I need that contactMa, I got big plans for usShe's a freak, she's skandalousCuz the blue jeans I see Vicky InprintsWe can puff off like Nikki InfrantsCuz I like how you do that, damnPretty lady gone do that danceI got my fresh Nike's, Full pockets, and a crisp white TeeUnderstand I'm feeling good 'bout meBy now, who's that, my side, all nightAnd no I'm not drunk, but I'm high off lifeI tried to talk, but she ate me, dudeCuz she big on me, like I'm big on... (Big on...)[Chorus] - repeat to fade
