Terror Squad Lean Back.mp3 Lyrics

Yeah... My n____s...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this s___ right here...

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
I don't give a f___ 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
n____ we from the Bronx, New York... s___ happens,
Kids clappin' love to spark the place,
Half the n____s on the squad got a scar on they face,
It's a cold world, and this is ice,
Half a mil' for the charm, n____ this is life.
Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave.
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
As a youngin', I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'f___ers nick-named me, Cook c__e s___.
Should've been called Don robbery, extorsion or maybe grand larceny...
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle,
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble.
Came out the gate, on some flow Joe s___.
Fat n____ with shotty was the logo kid.

[Chorus]
Said my n____s don't dance,
we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my n____s don't dance,
See we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzy',
M to the whizz-i [Y],
My arms stay breezy,
The Don's stay fizz-i,
Got a date at 8, the day I was in the 740'fizz-i,
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die,
With a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
My n____s in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the 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 no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Reckless, check it, said it?!
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the f___ I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing n____, we still the same n____, flows just changed
now we 'bout to change the game n____.

[Chorus]
Said my n____s don't dance,
we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my n____s don't dance,
we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
Now we livin' better now,
Gucci sweater now,
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,
See n____s get tight, when you worth some millions.
That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's.
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of s___,
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and s___,
If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeel.
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real.
If you cross the line d___ right, I'm gon' hurt you,
These f__got n____s 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 talk about rucker,
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
My n____s didn't have to play to win the championship.

[Chorus]
My n____s don't dance,
we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my n____s don't dance,
we just pull up the pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back