| Owwwwww!!! |
| yeah! |
| my niggaz!!! |
| uh huh!!!
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| Throw your hands in the air right now man!!!
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| Feel this shit right here! |
| Scott Storch nigga!
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| Yeah Khalid I see you nigga!!!
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| Show Big Pun love! |
| Uh! |
| Yeah! |
| Uh! |
| Yo!
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| I don’t give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga
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| We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens
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| Kids clappin, love to spark the place
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| Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face
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| It’s a cold world and this is ice
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| Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life
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| Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave
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| Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
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| As a young’n — was too much to cope with
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| Why you think — mu’fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit
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| Shoulda been called Armed Robbery
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| Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny
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| I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
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| Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble
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| Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit
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| Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!
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| Said my niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| I said my niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| (Come on!)
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| R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy
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| My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy
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| Got a date at 8, I’m in the 7−4-fizzive
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| And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die
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| With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
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| My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin
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| We gangsta, and gangstas don’t dance with boogies
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| So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
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| Listen we don’t pay admission and the bouncers don’t check us And we — walk around the metal detectors
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| And there really ain’t a need for a VIP section
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| In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he — liked my necklace, started relaxin
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| Now that’s what the fuck I call a chain reaction
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| See Money Ain’t a Thing nigga, we still the same niggaz
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| Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
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| Said my niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| I said my niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| (Come on!)
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| Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now
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| And that G4 can fly through any weather now
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| See, niggaz get tight when you worth some millions
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| This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
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| You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit
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| Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit
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| If 5−0 boy come, then they’d proudly squeal
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| Cause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek Foreal
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| If you cross the line, damn right I’m 'gon hurt ya These faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercial
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| Even Lil’Bow Wow throwin it up B2K crip walkin like that’s what’s up!
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| Kay keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker
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| Matter of fact, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
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| Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
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| My niggaz didn’t have to play to win the championship, come on!
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| Niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| I said my niggaz don’t dance we just pull up our pants
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| And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| (Come on!)
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| Ha! |
| ha! |
| yeah! |
| (Can you hear me?!)
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| Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)
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| Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!)
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| Uh! |
| Yeah! |
| Streets is ours, come on!!!
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| Nah man, it ain’t never gon stop
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| Search!!! |
| Raul!!! |
| JB, Fat Ant come on!!! |
| Uh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lean Back , by - The Hit Nation. Song from the album The Ultimate Hip-Hop & Reggae Mix, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп