Lirik Lagu Lean Back - Terror Squad
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[Intro: Fat Joe]Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my niggazThrow your hands in the air right now manFeel this shit right here! Scott Storch niggaYeah Khalid I see you niggaShow Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]I don't give a fuc* about your faults or mishappens niggaWe from the Bronx, New York, shit happensKids clappin, love to spark the placeHalf the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their faceIt's a cold world and this is iceHalf a mill for the charm, nigga this is lifeGot the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity AveTen years been legit, they still figure me badAs a young'n - was too much to cope withWhy you think ? mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed RobberyExtortion, or maybe Grand LarcenyI did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzleJust as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubbleCame out the gate on some Flow Joe shitFat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!
[Chorus: Fat Joe]Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway,now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway,now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back(Come on!)
[Verse 2: Remy Martin]R to the Eazy, M to the WizziMy arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizziGot a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizziveAnd I just bought a bike so I can ride till I dieWith a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansionMy niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancinWe gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogiesSo never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodiesListen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check usAnd we - walk around the metal detectorsAnd there really ain't a need for a VIP sectionIn the middle of the dance floor reckless, check itSaid he - liked my necklace, started relaxinNow that's what the fuc* I call a chain reactionSee "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggazFlows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]Now we living better now, Coogi sweater nowAnd that G4 can fly through any weather nowSee, niggaz get tight when you worth some millionsThis is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelingsYou can find Joe Crack at all type of shitOut in Vegas front row to all the fights and shitIf Five-o boy come, then they'd proudly squealCause half these rappers they Blow like Derek ForealIf you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt yaThese faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercialEven Lil' Bow Wow throwin it upB2K crip walkin like that's what's up!Kay keep tellin me to speak about the RuckerMatter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the RuckerNot even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine thisMy niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Outro: Fat Joe]Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)Big Pun forever, Tone Montana foreverUh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come onNah man, it ain't never gon stopSearch Raul JB, Fat Ant come on Uh
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]I don't give a fuc* about your faults or mishappens niggaWe from the Bronx, New York, shit happensKids clappin, love to spark the placeHalf the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their faceIt's a cold world and this is iceHalf a mill for the charm, nigga this is lifeGot the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity AveTen years been legit, they still figure me badAs a young'n - was too much to cope withWhy you think ? mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed RobberyExtortion, or maybe Grand LarcenyI did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzleJust as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubbleCame out the gate on some Flow Joe shitFat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!
[Chorus: Fat Joe]Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway,now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backI said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pantsAnd do the rockaway,now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back(Come on!)
[Verse 2: Remy Martin]R to the Eazy, M to the WizziMy arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizziGot a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizziveAnd I just bought a bike so I can ride till I dieWith a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansionMy niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancinWe gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogiesSo never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodiesListen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check usAnd we - walk around the metal detectorsAnd there really ain't a need for a VIP sectionIn the middle of the dance floor reckless, check itSaid he - liked my necklace, started relaxinNow that's what the fuc* I call a chain reactionSee "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggazFlows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]Now we living better now, Coogi sweater nowAnd that G4 can fly through any weather nowSee, niggaz get tight when you worth some millionsThis is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelingsYou can find Joe Crack at all type of shitOut in Vegas front row to all the fights and shitIf Five-o boy come, then they'd proudly squealCause half these rappers they Blow like Derek ForealIf you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt yaThese faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercialEven Lil' Bow Wow throwin it upB2K crip walkin like that's what's up!Kay keep tellin me to speak about the RuckerMatter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the RuckerNot even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine thisMy niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Outro: Fat Joe]Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)Big Pun forever, Tone Montana foreverUh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come onNah man, it ain't never gon stopSearch Raul JB, Fat Ant come on Uh
