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dem franchize boyz - lean wit it, rock wit it (album version) lyrics

[chorus:]
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.
lean wit it, rock wit it.

[verse 1: pimpin’]
i bounce in the club so the hoe’s call me rocky
posted in the cut & i’m lookin’ for a blockhead
yup in my white tee i break a b-tch back
and i keep a big bank, oh i think they like that!
before i leave the house, i’m slizzard on the goose
and i’m higher than a plane, so a n-gg- really loose
and i can lean wit it & i can rock wit it
and if you got a friend she gotta suck a c-ck wit it!

[verse 2: chalay]
hey gon’ ‘n’ rock wit it, gon’ ‘n’ lean wit it
rock so d-mn hard, you break your spleen wit it
pull up your jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it
‘n’ the spot ain’t crunk, b-tch if we ain’t in it
if you don’t wanna do it, then i’ll make you dance
perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands
when you see me hit the spot, better watch that boy
chalay, from the road wit dem franchize boyz!

[verse 3: buddie]
i’m too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right & make a lean
vibin’ to the beat, check my feet, yeen got these!
i rock then ben’ my knees everytime the beat drop
lean wit it, rock wit it
freeze before yo’ fingers pop
purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks.
what the f-ck you mean yeen seen buddie on the block?
they call me doctor doc, i prescribe what a n-gg- need
make ’em lean & rock, old school people pat cha feet.

[verse 4: pimpin’]
it’s young pimpin’ in the club ’til the hoes start to act up
’cause they see my chain & a n-gg- throwin’ them stacks up
i keep a full clip & my pistol in my pants
i’m in the middle of the flow they screamin’ “n-gg- do yo’ dance”
you can roll yo’ arms
(roll yo’ arms)
and just put ’em in rotation
(rotation)
go side to side & snap yo’ fingers like them temptaions
dawg i’m all out of state doin’ the dance they never seen that
i ain’t fat joe, but snap yo’ fingers then you lean back.

[verse 5: parlae]
rock left then snap your fingers, rock right then snap your fingers.
hey what’s hannenin’? lean wit me, rock wit me
gotta pill pop wit me, gon’ take a shot wit me
call me teddy, i got grams don’t hate, n-gg- shop wit me
dfb, so so def yeah we on b-tch!
franchize ain’t got no money? sh-t, hold on, hold on b-tch! hey
rock left rock right you can get that sh-t!
lean back like fat joe & snap yo’ wrist back.

[verse 6: j-zzal man]
gangsta’s don’t dance they lean wit it, rock wit it
clock wit me pop quickly gangsta’s gon’ rock wit it
1, 2 pop & bring it cross the chest wit it
get nasty, flashy, gon’ flex wit it
do it how you wanna, slow it up, do the matrix
play wit it, straight hit it, get all they face wit it
this dance for the killers, the dillers, the cutthroats
you already know, the chillin’ the grown folk!

- dem franchize boyz lyrics

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