Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lean Back , by - Terror Squad. Release date: 04.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lean Back |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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!) |
| 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 |
| 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!) |
| 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 |
| 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!) |