| Owwwwww! |
| Yeah! |
| My niggas, ahah
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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 Khaled, I see you nigga, show Big Pun love
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| Uh, yeah, uh, yo
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| I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens
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| Nigga, 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 niggas 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 mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life
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| Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave
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| Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
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| As a youngin, was too much to cope with
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| Why you think, muh'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit?
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| Should've 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 Flo-Jo shit
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| Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (come on!)
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (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 'til I die
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| With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
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| My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'
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| We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie
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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
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| And we walk around the metal detectors
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| And there really ain't a need for a V.I.P section
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| In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
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| 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 thang, nigga, we still the same niggas
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| Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (come on!)
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (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, niggas 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 you
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| These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial
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| Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
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| 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 niggas didn't have to play to win the championship
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (come on!)
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| I said my niggas don't dance
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| We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway
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| Now lean back, lean back
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| Lean back, lean back (come on!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lean Back, artist - Terror Squad. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп