Lean Back

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, yeah
 I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishaps, 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 faces
 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'n, 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 gone bubble
 Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit
 Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid
 Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
 Do the rock away (can you hear me?)
 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 rock away (can you hear me?)
 Now lean back, lean back (that's right)
 Lean back, lean back, come on
 R to the eezy, M to the whizzah
 My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah
 I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 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 or boogie
 So never mind how we got in here with 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 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 rock away (can you hear me?)
 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 rock away (can you hear me?)
 Now lean back, lean back (that's right)
 Lean back, lean back, come on
 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 this chinchilla to hurt their feelings
 You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit
 Out at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit
 If I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly 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 commercials
 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
 (Come on)
 Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and
 Do the rock away (can you hear me?)
 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 rock away (Can you hear me?)
 Now lean back, lean back, (that's right)
 Lean back, lean back, come on
 Yeah (can you hear me?)
 Bronx, B X borough, Terror Squad
 Big Pun forever
 Tony Montana forever (can you hear me?)
 Yeah streets is ours, come on
 Nah, man
 It ain't never gonna stop
 Church, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.