Lean Back

Owwwwww!!!!

yeah!

my *******z!!! uh huh!!!

Throw your hands in the air right now man!!!

Feel this *******t right here!

Scott Storch *******!

Yeah Khalid I see you *******!!!

Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!

I don't give a ******* about your faults or mishappens *******

We from the Bronx, New York, *******t happens

Kids clappin, love to spark the place

Half the *******z in the squad got a scar on their face

It's a cold world and this is ice

Half a mill 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 young'n - was too much to cope with

Why you think – mu'******s nicknamed me Cook Coke *******t

Shoulda 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 Flow Joe *******t

Fat ******* with the shotty was the logo kid!

Said my *******z don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my *******z 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 Ezzy, M to the Yzzy

My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy

Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive

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

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

My *******z in the club, but you know they not dancin

We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies

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 - liked my necklace, started relaxin

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

See Money Ain't a Thing *******, we still the same *******z

Flows just changed now we bout to change the game *******

Said my *******z don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my *******z 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 living better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

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

This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings

You can find Joe Crack at all type of *******t

Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and *******t

If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal

Cause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek Foreal

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

These ******* *******z even made gang signs commercial

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin it up

B2K crip walkin like that's what's up!

Kay 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 *******z didn't have to play to win the champion*******p, come on!

*******z don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my *******z don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

(Come on!)

Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)

Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)

Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!)

Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on!!!

Nah man, it ain't never gon stop

Search!!! Raul!!! ******, Fat Ant come on!!! Uh!!