Why Tony Lean to the Left

Why Tony Lean to the Left

Tony was the man on the block, to him the hens and chickens would flock,
He had the controlled substance game on lock, and he conducted business around the clock,

Tony’s wardrobe was wife-beaters and dickies or skinny jeans, and pair of Air-ones always clean,
A killer smile on his face never mean, and a stable of concubines no queen,

On a nice sunny day in the hood, Tony was handling business like only he could,
Supplying the block with his patented swag, in the form of lil’ candy filled bags,

Sunset rolled around, that’s when the monumental event went down,
And on a clear, still night, you can hear his story being told around town,

Dressed in a wife-beater and skinny jeans and, that killer smile on his face never mean,
Posted up on his car with a lean, that’s when the baby G’s hit the scene,

Super-soakers in their hands on mission, Tony pleaded but the lil’ G’s wasn’t listening,
Tony broke out and dashed around the car, what happened next left him with a scar,

Without his left hand as a belt, Tony tripped,
Landed on the sidewalk and cracked his hip,

Since his swag didn’t include the use of a belt,
Tony now has a permanent lean to the left,

Wearing your pants three sizes too big isn’t homo or poverty, its stupidity,
And dumb ass dudes getting caught doing whatever cuz they pants fell down is my theory’s validity,
Belts are cheaper than the pants you wearing; so, that I can’t afford one shit I aint hearing.
PULL YOUR DAMN PANTS UP!!!