paroles de chanson Lean Back (clean) (feat. Fat Joe & Remy) - Terror Squad
Yeah,
my
niggas
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air
right
now
man
Feel
this
shit
right
here,
Scott
Storch,
nigga
Yeah,
Khalid
I
see
you
nigga,
show
Big
Pun
love
yeah
I
don't
give
a
fuck
'bout
your
fault
or
mis-happenin's,
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
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
of
the
building,
Trinity
Ave
Ten
years
been
legit,
they
still
figure
me
bad
As
a
young,
it
was
too
much
to
cope
with
Why
you
think,
mo'fuckers
nick
named
me,
Cook
Coke
Shit
Should've
been
called
Don
Robbery
Extortion
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
shoty
was
the
logo
kid
Said
my
niggas
don't
dance
We
just
pull
up
our
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
our
pants
and
do
the
roc
away
Now
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back
R
to
the
e'zzy',
M
to
the
whizz
I
My
arms
stay
breezy,
the
don's
stay
flizz
I
got
a
date
at
eight,
I'm
in
a
seven
forty
'fizz
I've
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
or
boogie
So
never
mind
how
we
got
in
here
with
the
weapons
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
a
need
for
a
VIP
section
In
the
middle
of
the
dance
floor
reckless,
check
it
Said
he
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
Said
my
niggas
don't
dance
We
just
pull
up
our
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
our
pants
and
do
the
roc
away
Now
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back
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
chinchilla
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
woulda
brought
Compton,
they'd
prolly
squeal
'Cause
half
these
rappers
dead
broke
like
Derick
fo'
real
If
you
cross
the
line
damn
right,
I'm
gon'
hurt
you
These
fagot
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
speak
about
da
rucker
Matter
of
fact,
I
don't
wanna
speak
about
da
rucker
Not
even
pee
wee
Kirkland
could
imagine
this
My
niggas
didn't
have
to
play
to
win
the
championship
Said
my
niggas
don't
dance
We
just
pull
up
our
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
our
pants
and
do
the
roc
away
Now
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back,
lean
back
Yeah,
Bronx,
B
X
bird
Terror
Squad
Uh,
Big
punk
forever,
to
more
terror
forever
Yeah,
streets
is
ours,
come
on,
now
I
mean
It
ain't
never
gonna
stop,
search,
Raul,
J.P.
fa'
ev'r
come
on
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