Lean Back

Owwwu
Yeah, uh-huh-huh
Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man
Feel 'dis shit right here

Scott Storch
Yeah Khalid, I see you
Show Big-Pun love, Uh
Yeah, uh, uh, yo

I don't give a about'cha faults, or mishappenins (happens)
We from Da Bronx, New York, happens
Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place
Half da, in 'da squad got a scar on dey face

It's a cold world, and dis is ice
Half a mill' for da charm, dis is life
Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad

As a youngin, I was too much to cope with
Why you think, mo- nick-named me "Cook Coke"
Should'a been called Don Robbery
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny

I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe
Fat with da shotty was "The Logo Kid"

Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
Do da Roc-away (throw your drinks up away)
Lean back, lean back (you feelin' this)
Lean back (throw your hands up), lean back (c'mon)

I said my, don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
Do 'da Roc-away (can you hear me?)
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (what's that?
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (c'mon)

Are to the E'zzie', M to the whiz-zY
My arms stay breezy, the Don stays fizz-zY
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 740'fizz, I've
And I just bought a bike, so I can ride 'till I die

Wit' a matchin' jacket, 'bout' to cop me a mansion
My ni- in 'da club, but you know 'dey not dancin'
We gangsta and gangstas don't dance, we boogie
So never mind how we got in here wit' burners 'n hoodies

Listen, we don't pay admission and da bouncers don't check us
And we walk around 'da metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
In 'da middle of da dance floor reckless, check it, said he

Like my necklace, started relaxin now
Dats what da, I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thang, we still da same
Flows just changed, now we 'bout'ta change 'da game

Don't dance, ee just pull up our pants and
Do da Roc-away (throw your drinks up away)
Lean back, lean back (you feelin' this)
Lean back (throw your hands up), lean back (c'mon)

I said my, don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
Do 'da Roc-away (can you hear me?)
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (what's that?)
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (c'mon)

Now we livin' betta' now, Gucci sweata' now
And 'dat G4 could fly through, any weatha' now
See, get tight when you wurf' some millions
'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla, 'ta hurt 'dey feelin's

You can find Joe Crack at all types (types)
Out at Vegas, front row 'ta all 'da fights
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel
'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real

If you cross 'da line, damn right I'm gonna hurt'chu
These faggot niggaz even made gang-signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip-walkin', like dat's was' up

Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker
Matter 'fact, I don't want to' speak about 'Da Rucker
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis
My didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship (c'mon)

Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
Do da Roc-away (throw your drinks up away)
Lean back, lean back (you feelin' this)
Lean back (throw your hands up), lean back (c'mon)

I said my, don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
Do 'da Roc-away (can you hear me?)
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (what's that?)
Lean back (uh-huh), lean back (c'mon)

Yeah (can 'ya hear me?)
Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, uh
Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever (can you hear me?)
Yeah, streetz is ours, come on
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop
Serge Raoul, J.B., Fat Ed, come on, uh