Lean Back lyrics

Artist  : Terror Squad 
Song : Lean Back



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Yeah... My niggas...

Throw ya hands in the air right now man...

Feel this shit right here... 



[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]

I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or
mishappenin's,

Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit
happens,

Kids clappin' love to spark the place,

Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they
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 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'fuckers nick-named me, Cook
Coke shit.

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 shit.

Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid.



[Chorus]

Said my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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.



[Chorus]

Said my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shit,

Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and
shit,

If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeel.

'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick
fa' real.

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 talk about 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]

My niggas 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 niggas don't dance,

we just pull up the pants and,

Do the Roc-away.

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean
back