Fat Joe - Lean Back (remix) Fat Joe lyrics

I don't give a 'bout your fault or mishappenin's We from the Bronx, New York thing happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the 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', was too much to cope with Why you think, B-X nick-named me, Cook Coke 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 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 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 Ezzy, 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-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 Squad 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 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 hell 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 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 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 haters 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 Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and If I would've 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 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 champ Pee didn't have to play to win the championship My 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 don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back