*featuring Backbone
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[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
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Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
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Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
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Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
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I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
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Walkin' up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
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Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
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I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk
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Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
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When them Tram boys done had a good day
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Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
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Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
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Good Times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
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Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down
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Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
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Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now
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[Chorus - Seal Paul]
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Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)
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Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
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Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
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Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
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But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)
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Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
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Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
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Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
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[Verse 2 - J-Bo]
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I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel
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Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
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It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
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Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
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So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feelin', let's go
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Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
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Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know
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Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
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And just puff till you can't no mo'
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We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go
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At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up
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Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up
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So everybody, clap, and break it down
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Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town
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So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era
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Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Backbone]
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Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
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Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico
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If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
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Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe
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We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road
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When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
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Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
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I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
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Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
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Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke
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You know what it is, you seen it befo'
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We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
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What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
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Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
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Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
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Post up young G, get drunk some mo'
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[Chorus Until Fade]
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Lean Low
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