Lean Back

Original

Aww! Yeah!

My niggas, throw your hands in the air right now, man!

Feel this shit right here

Scott Storch, nigga

Yeah, Khaled, I see you nigga

ShowBiz, Born Lord

(Yeah, uh, yeah)

I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga

We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens

Kids clappin', love to spark the place

Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on their face

It's a cold world and this is ice

Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life

Got the Phantom (ha) in front of the building

Trinity Ave, ten years been legit

They still figure me bad (ha-ha-ha)

As a youngin, was too much to cope with

Why you think mah'fuckas nicknamed me Cook Coke shit?

Should've been called Armed Robbery

Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle

Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble

Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit

Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid

I said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back (come on)

I said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (can you hear me?)

Now lean back, lean back (uh-huh, that's right)

Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on, yeah)

R to the eazy, M to the wiz-Y

My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzye

Got a date at 8, I'm in the 740 fizzive

And I just bought a bike, so I can ride 'til I die

With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion

My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'

We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie

So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies

Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us

And we walk around the metal detectors

And there really ain't a need for a V.I.P. section

In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it

Said he liked my necklace, started relaxin'

Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

See, money ain't a thang, nigga, we still the same niggas

Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga

I said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back (come on)

I said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on)

Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions

This is why I sport the chinchilla, to hurt they feelings

You can find Joe crackin' all type of shit

Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit

If Five-O boy come then they probably squeal

'Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek Foreal

If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you

These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up

B2K Crip walkin' like, "That's what's up!"

Can't keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker

Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker

Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this

My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship

Niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back (come on)

I said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back (aha), lean back (that's it)

Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on)

Yeah (can you hear me?)

Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad (uh)

Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever, uh (can you hear me?)

Yeah, streets is ours, come on

Nah, man, it ain't never gon' stop

Serge, Raul, JB Fat (ayy, come on)