Terror Squad, Fat Joe, Remy Ma - Lean Back lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Remy Ma [Reminisce Kioni Mackie] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Terror Squad, Fat Joe, Remy Ma - Lean Back lyrics]
Owwwwww! yeah! My niggas, ahah
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 uh, yeah, uh, yo
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 in front of the building
Trinity Ave ten years been legit
They still figure me bad
As a youngin, was too much to cope with
Why you think
Muh'fuckers 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 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 '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 VIP 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 (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 Crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas front row to
All the fights and shit
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 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!"
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
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 (come on)
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 uh, yeah, uh, yo
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 in front of the building
Trinity Ave ten years been legit
They still figure me bad
As a youngin, was too much to cope with
Why you think
Muh'fuckers 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 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 '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 VIP 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 (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 Crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas front row to
All the fights and shit
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 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!"
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
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 (come on)