Текст песни Lean Back - Fat Joe , Terror Squad , Remy Ma
Ow!
Yeah!
my
niggas
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air
right
now
man
Feel
this
shit
right
here
Scott
Storch
nigga
Yeah,
Khaled
I
see
you
nigga
Show
Big
Pun
love
Uh,
yeah,
uh,
yo
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
mill'
for
the
charm,
nigga
this
is
life
Got
the
phantom
in
front
of
the
buildin',
Trinity
Ave.
Ten
years
been
legit,
they
still
figure
me
bad
As
a
youngin,
was
too
much
to
cope
with
Why
you
think
mu'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
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)
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
with
boogies
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
thing
nigga,
we
still
the
same
niggas
Flows
just
changed
now
we
'bout
to
change
the
game
nigga
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)
Now
we
livin'
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
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)
Yeah
(Can
you
hear
me?)
Bronx,
BX
Borough,
Terror
Squad,
uh
Big
Pun
forever,
Tone
Montana
forever
(Can
you
hear
me?)
Yeah,
streets
is
ours,
come
on
Nah
man,
it
ain't
never
gon'
stop
Serge,
Raul,
JB,
come
on
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