ฟังเพลงLean Back

Lean Back - The Hit Co.

Yeah,

Throw your hands in the air right now man

Feel this sh*t right here,

Scott Storch,

Yeah, Khalid I see you,

Show Big Pun love yeah

I don't give a f**k about your

Or fault mis-happenin's,

We from the Bronx, New York sh*t happens

Kids clapping, 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, ni**a this is life

Got the Phantom in front of the building,

Trinity Ave

Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad

As a young, it was too much to cope with

Why mo'f**kers you nick think,

Named me, Cook Coke Sh*t

Should've been called Don Robbery

Extortion or maybe grand larceny

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle

This long, I knew me

And my peoples was gon' bubble

Came out the gate on some flow Joe sh*t

Fat ni**a with shoty was the logo kid

Don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back,

Lean back, lean back

I said don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back,

Lean back, lean back

R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I

My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz

I got a date at eight,

I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've

And I just bought a bike

So I can ride til' I die

With a matching jacket

About to cop me a mansion

My niggas in the club,

But you know they not dancing

We gangsta,

And gangstas don't dance or boogie

So never mind how we got in here

With the weapons and hoodies

Listen we don't pay admission

And bouncers don't check us

And we walk around the metal detectors

And there really ain't a need

For a VIP section

In the middle of the dance floor reckless,

Check it

Said he like my necklace,

Started relaxin' now

That's what the f**k I call a chain reaction

See, money ain't a thing

We still the same

Flows just changed now we

About to change the game

Don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back,

Lean back, lean back

I said don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back,

Lean back, lean back

Now we livin' better now,

Gucci sweater now

And that G4 could fly through,

Any weather now

See niggas get tight,

When you worth some millions

That's why I sport the chinchilla to

Hurt they feelin's

Your can find Joe crack at all type of sh*t

Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and sh*t

If I woulda brought Compton,

They'd prolly squeal

'Cause half these rappers dead broke

Like Derick for real

If you cross the line damn right,

I'm gon' hurt you

These fagot niggas even

Made gang signs commercials

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwing it up

B2K crip walking like that's what's up

Kay keep telling me to speak about da rucker

Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak

About da rucker

Not even pee wee Kirkland could imagine this

My niggas didn't have to play to

Win the championship

Said my niggas don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the roc away

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Yeah, Bronx, B X bird Terror Squad

Uh, Big punk forever, to more terror forever

Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean

It ain't never gonna stop,

Search, Raul, J.P. faevr come on