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    Terror Squad feat. Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Lean Back [2004]

    Künstler:
    Fat JoeRemy MaTerror Squad

    [Intro: Fat Joe]
    Owwwwww! Yeah! My niggas, ahah
    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

    [Verse 1: Fat Joe]
    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 building, Trinity Ave
    Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
    As a youngin, was too much to cope with
    Why you think, muh’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

    [Hook: Fat Joe]
    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!)

    [Verse 2: Remy Martin]
    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, 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

    [Hook: Fat Joe]
    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!)

    [Verse 3: Fat Joe]
    Now we living 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

    [Hook: Fat Joe]
    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!)


    Künstler:
    Fat JoeRemy MaTerror Squad


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