Lean Back (Made Popular By Terror Squad) [Karaoke Version]

I don't give a ** about your faults or mishappens

** we from the Bronx, New York

** happens

Kids clappin' love to spark the place

Half the **s on the squad got a scar on they face

It's a cold world, and this is ice

Half a mil' for the charm, ** this is life

Got the phantom in front of the 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 ** **

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 **

Fat ** with shotty was the logo kid

Said my **s 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 **s 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 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-ive

And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die

With a matchin' jacket

Bout' to cop me a mansion

My **s in the club, but you know they not dancing

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 a 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 ** I call a chain reaction

See, money ain't a thing **, we still the same **, flows just changed

now we 'bout to change the game **

Said my **s 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 **s 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 **s 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 **

Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and **

If I woulda brought 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 **s 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 **s didn't have to play to win the championship

My **s 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 **s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and

Do the Roc-away

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