Ow! Yeah!
My niggas, haha
Throw your hands in the air right now, man
Feel this shit right here
Scott Storch, nigga
Yeah, Khaled, I see you nigga
ShowBiz, Born Lord
Uh, yeah, uh, yo
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappenin's
Nigga, we from da Bronx, New York, shit happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on they 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', I was too much to cope with
Why you think mofucka's 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 as I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit
Fat nigga with the shawty was the logo, kid
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
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
R to the easy [E], M to the wizza [Y]
My arms stay breezy, da Don stay flizzah
Got a date at eight, I'm in the 7-4-fizz-I've [745]
And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die
Wit' 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 ‘n hoodies
Listen: We don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us
And we… Walk around the metal detecta's
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
In da middle o' da dancefloor, 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
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
Now, we livin' betta' 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 o' shit
Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights 'n 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 o' 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
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
