Lean Back (feat. Fat Joe & Remy Ma)

Ow

Yeah

My ****, throw your hands in the air right now, man

Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, ****

Yeah, Khaled, I see you, ****

ShowBiz, Born Lord, uh, yeah, uh, yo

I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishaps, ****

We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens

Kids clappin', love to spark the place

Half the **** in the squad got a scar on they face

It's a cold world and this is ice

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

Got the Phantom in front of the buildin', Trinity Ave

Ten years, been legit, they still figure me bad

As a youngin', was too much to cope with

Why you think motherfuckers 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 **** with the shotty was the logo, kid

Said, my **** 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 **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on

R to the Eezy, M to the Yzzy

My arms stay breezy, the don stay fli-zzy

I got a date at 8, I'm in there seven-forty-fizz-ive

And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die

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

My **** 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 VIP section

In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it

Said he like my necklace, started relaxin'

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

See, money ain't a thing, ****, we still the same ****

Flow's just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, ****

I said, my **** 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 **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on

Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, **** get tight when you worth some millions

This why I sport this chinchilla, hurt their feelings

You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit

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

If five-oh boy come, then they prob'ly squeal

'Cause half these rappers, they'll blow like Derek Foreal

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

These faggot **** even made gang signs commercial

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwing it up

B2K Crip walkin' like, that's what's up

K 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 **** didn't have to play to win the championship

My **** 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 **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on

Yeah

Bronx, BX Berg, Terror Squad

Big Pun forever

Ton' Montana forever, uh

Yeah

Streets is ours

Come on

Nah, man

It ain't never gon' stop

Surge

Raul

JP fair air, come on