Karaoké Lean Back Terror Squad & Fat Joe & Remy Ma

Ow

Yeah

My niggas ah hah

Throw your hands in the air right now man

Feel this shit right here

Scott Storch nigga

Yeah Khaled I see you nigga

ShowBiz, Born Lord uh

Uh yeah uh uh uh uh

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 mil' 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 motherfuckers 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

Said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway huh

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

Yeah yeah

R to the Ezzy

M to the Yzzy

My arms stay breezy

The Don stay flizzy

Got a date at eight

I'm in the Seven-Four-Fizzive and I just bought a bike so I can ride 'till 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 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 thang nigga

We still the same niggas

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 Rockaway huh

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

Now we livin' better now

Coogi sweater now

And that G-Four 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 Five-0 boy come then they'd proudly squeal 'cos 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 uh

Niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway huh

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 ah ah

Yeah

Bronx

BX borough, Terror Squad

Uh

Big Pun forever

Tone Montana forever uh

Yeah

Streets is ours

Come on

Nah man

It ain't never gon' stop

Serge

Raul

JB Fat ayy come on

Uh