Lean Like Me

it's your time, baby, when it comes, it comes
 i come down crashin' like a hundred tons
 run sound through you, if you want it grunge
 soak up the lyric like a human sponge
 slow down baby, don't jump the gun
 song sound crazy when he pump the drums
 one's in my pocket, gators half ostrich
 style created by the 36 monsters
 sponsors in the building, franchise the concert
 snatch mob besmirched, watch the don work
 go berserk, tear off your shirt, the scenery
 it's v.i.p., you can't lean like me
 song sound crazy when you pump the drums
 slow down baby, don't jump the gun
 straight from the slums to the v.i.p
 it's the gangsta scene, you can't lean like me
 guess who's back just to blow your mind
 zero to nine, nigga, press rewind
 in the ball room grind, on her fat behind
 throw it back when you wine cuz the meat is prime
 i'm, too hot to handle, too cold to hold
 fresh off parole with a monster stroke
 soul control the dance floor, what more can you ask for?
 rush the back door, amped off the raw
 the champ in valor, hammers galore
 off the wall, sweat cognac out the pores
 down by law, you won't make it to round four
 shake it, don't break it, what more can you ask for?
 blood style did the scenery
 blowin' on that greenery
 pushin' heavy machinery
 it's the gangsta scene, you can't lean like me
 it's the master of ceremonies, king of rump shakers
 back, it's the bold in the golden bracelets
 need to roll a facelift, you die if the paint chip
 hit the hydraulic, then i raise up the spaceship
 drop, off gracious, cuz you're obsolete
 the twenty inch chrome blade chop up the street
 on the shopping spree, for the chocolate tree
 i stay tailgated by the unmarked beast
 with the sticker on the bumper say "fuck the police"
 when i pass, bury me gangsta with my gold teeth
 the o.g., u.g.o.d., with the trophy
 switch my name to jody, cuz goldie's the old me