Relikis Bouncin' Wit a Lean feat. The Gospel Gangstaz & Chris Chicago lyrics

Intro- Look at the picture from the chalk on the pavement/ Even as a child, I was never a slave man/ Born free had dreams like a rocket/ Even jaded pessimists couldn't stop it/ I had you going there for a minute though… We just getting started

Verse 1- Welcome, to the wild west/ Blessed to be born and raised/ On the side of the map where it never rains/ The bright sun shining, got to put my shades on yeah/ I ain't mad dogging homie, that's what the glasses are for/ Low riding in a chevy on the weekend/ 64' Impala with the system let it seep in/ Now that we got the people peepin' / Everybody bounce wit a little bit of leaning /

Chorus- We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four/ We bounce high then we right back sitting low/ Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean/ Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean/ Come on/ We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four/ We bounce high then we right back sitting low/ Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean/ Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean/

Verse 2 (Chris Chicago) They call me Chi-Town, I got my own style/ I need a dope beat when I'm driving down the street/ I spit the facts then I kick back and twist tracks/ I never had chrome, but yet I hold my own/ Chris Chicago JamtheHype yeah I'm well known/ And how things have changed, I've done grown up/ Reppin' Nashville but the west I still throw it up/ And the 505 it will always be/ The place I call home and all the sweet memories/ I remember bumpin' Double G's as I rolled with the window down, down Montgomery/ I got busted at the Taco Cabana/ Bouncin wit a lean, in my 98' Mitsubishi/ Jamming N.I.V. T-Bone and D.O.C./ But now it's all about the R to to E… L I K I S that's a bet/
Verse 3 (Mr. Solo) Ganks, dumps, switches, 16's/ front and back and side to side, you would think its possessed like in a switch teen/ Then you get to hopping, posing, dropping, pancaking, sea sawing, turtle walking I fall off the ground hand praising/ Fa sho rider, Jehovah Jireh's my provider/ Yeshua saves as I bump up in my lowrider/ I let it hang as I swing it on a fish tail/ Then the John the whale weighed on it like a fish scale/ It's just like a witch spell so I quick sell/ Fiends still buying but I'm trying to miss hell/ Pointing shells at the adversary/ In the form or reading scriptures I have hittin' you can tell that my vocabulary's hood/ Camp 8's the team but I'm Solo/ I hear the word then I bounce and I lean like a cholo/ You see me I'm G'd up a scene in the promo/ Crème para el 8, that's cream for the ocho/


Chorus- We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four/ We bounce high then we right back sitting low/ Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean/ Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean/ Come on/ We hit the switch bro, hopping in a six-four/ We bounce high then we right back sitting low/ Here on the west we bouncin' wit a lean/ Straight bouncin' wit a lean, boun.. bouncin' wit a lean/

Verse 4- (Chille Baby) Bouncin' wit a lean dream team in my left back pocket/ Chille Baby and Solo fa sho though cash profits/ Slash profits, you don't never wanna see me on that page why G like there goes his stash knockin'/ I'd rather stay up on the side of hittin' switches/ Changing life, sowing seed, the hate from reaping riches steak and lobster dishes/ Left coast coast west, where they faith strong and home of the spokes rest/ Oh yes, pop the hood it's all chromey/ front back and side to side now low full of homies/ Low ride for G's only, I can tell if he's phony/ Candy paint duelers , all spectators all on me/ Gospel Gangtaz, Camp 8 to the death/ Banging on the rest and you blame it up on the west, engrave it up on my chest, so real flow/ I pimp a track like a mack up in Fillmore real flow/