Lean Back (remix) Lyrics

Lean Back (remix) lyrics

Where broklin at x6

lean back lean back 

Where broklin at x6

lean back lean back





I was a terror since the public school era

bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin a**es

smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13

A chubby ni**a on the scene

I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose

Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black 

smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks

Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at

And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope i dont get shot

Better throw my vest on ma chest cause ni**as is a mess

It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something

buggin and buckin at ni**as like I was duck huntin

dumbin out just me and my crew

Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)







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ma ni**as dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway

Lean Back (Brooklyn)

Lean Back (Uptown)

Lean Back (Queensbridge)

Lean Back (Bronx)

say Ma ni**as dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway

Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back





Verse 2:

Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew
from the projects

Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece

Sure do two 22s in ma shoes

Holla if u need me luv, i'm in the house

roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about

moet poppin ho hoppin aint no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy

Ni**as wanna front who got ur back? Biggie

Ni**as wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie

It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser

Ni**a u scared ur supposed to

Ni**a I toast ya put fear in ur heart

F**k up the party before it even start

Is he drunk over henny and skunk

Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks



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Verse 3:

B**ches in the back looking righteous

In a tight dress I think I might just

Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one

how to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum

Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist
and was smokin, drinking got the Hooker thinking

If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin

is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm 

She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm

Im hitting skins again

Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken

Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out

blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out

Cant we just all get along?

So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn





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