Lean Back (Edit)

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 Show Big Pun love, yeah

I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishaps, 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 faces

It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad

As a young'n, it was too much to cope with Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit Should've been called Don Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle This long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid

Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the rock away (can you hear me?) 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 rock away (can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (that's right) Lean back, lean back, come on

R to the eezy, M to the whizzah My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 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 niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies

Listen, we don't pay admission and 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, nigga, we still the same, nigga Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game, nigga

Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the rock away (can you hear me?) 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 rock away (can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (that's right) Lean back, lean back, come on

Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now And that G4 could fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions That's why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelings

You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit If I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly 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 commercials 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 niggas didn't have to play to win the championship

(Come on) Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the rock away (can you hear me?) 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 rock away (Can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back, (that's right) Lean back, lean back, come on

Yeah (can you hear me?) Bronx, B X borough, Terror Squad Big Pun forever Tony Montana forever (can you hear me?) Yeah streets is ours, come on Nah, man It ain't never gonna stop Church, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.