Lean Back

[Intro: Fat Joe]

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

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

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

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

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!)

[Verse 2: Remy Martin]

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 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

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

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!)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

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

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

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!)

[Outro: Fat Joe]

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

Surge, Raul, JB, Fat Ant, come on