Fat Joe Lean Back (remix) Fat Joe Lyrics

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