Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It

By Dem Franchize Boyz

On On Top of Our Game

Released on December 13, 2005

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[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: Peanut]

I bounce in the club so the hoes call me Rocky

Posted in the cut, and I'm looking for a blockhead

Yup in my white tee

I break a bitch 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 nigga really loose

And I can lean wit it (lean wit it)

And I can rock wit it (rock wit it)

And if you gotta friend

She gotta suck a cock wit it!


[Verse 2: Charlay]

Ay gon and rock wit it (gon rock wit it)

Gon and lean wit it (gon lean wit it)

Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it (you break your spleen wit it)

Pull up ya jeans wit it (pull up ya jeans wit it)

Smoke some green wit it (smoke some green wit it)

And the spot ain't crunk bitch 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, betta watch that boy

Charlay, from the road wit Dem Franchize Boyz


[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 3: Buddie]

I'm too clean to wanna pop lock

From left to right a nigga lean

Vibing to the beat, check my feet

You ain't got these

I rock then bend my knees

Everytime the beat drop

Lean wit it Rock wit me

Freeze befo' your fingers pop

Purple leen purple green grams in my sock

What the fuck you mean

You ain't seen Buddie on the block

They call me Doctor Doc

I prescribe what a nigga need

Make 'em lean and rock

Old school people pat cha feet


[Verse 4: Pimpin]

Shit I'm pimpin in the club

Til the hoes start to act up

Cuz they see my chain

And a nigga throwing them stacks up

I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants

I'm in the middle of the flo'

They screaming 'Nigga do your dance'!

You can roll yo arms (roll yo arms)

And just put 'em in rotation (rotation)

Go side to side

And snap yo fingers like The Temptations

Dog I'm all out of state

Doin a dance they never seen that

I ain't Fat Joe

But snap your fingers then you lean back


[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 5: Parlae]

Rock left then snap your fingers, rock right then snap your fingers

Ay what's happenin', lean wit me, rock wit me

Gotta pill pop wit me, go on take a shot wit me

Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me

D.F.B So So Def, hell yeah we on bitch

Franchize ain't got no money? Shit hold on hold on bitch

Rock left Rock right, You can get that (Shit)

Lean back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back


[Verse 6: Jizzal Man]

Gangsters don't dance (Naw) They lean wit it rock wit it

Glock wit me Pop quickly

Gangsters gon rock wit it

1,2 pop and bring it cross the chest wit it

Get nasty flashy Go on flex wit it

Do it how you wanna

Slow it up do the Matrix

Play wit it straight hit it

Get all in their face wit it

This dance for the killers, the dealers, the cut throats

You already know

The chillen, the grown folk


[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