Lean Back - Terror Squad ft Fat Joe and Remy Ma (lyrics) Ow Yeah, my niggas, aha-ha 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\u0027t give a fuck about your faults or mishappens Nigga, we from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin\u0027, love to spark the place Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on their face It\u0027s a cold world and this is ice Half a mil\u0027 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, motherfuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit? Should\u0027ve 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\u0027 bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid I said my niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway (throw your drinks in the air, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (you feelin\u0027 nice as fuck, throw your hands in the air) Lean back, lean back (come on) I said my niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (woo, uh, come on, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (uh-huh, that\u0027s right) Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on, yeah) R to the E-zy, M to the wizz-Y My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I\u0027m in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride \u0027til I die With a matchin\u0027 jacket, \u0027bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin\u0027 We gangsta, and gangstas don\u0027t dance, we boogie So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen, we don\u0027t pay admission and the bouncers don\u0027t check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain\u0027t 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\u0027 Now that\u0027s what the fuck I call a chain reaction See, money ain\u0027t a thang, nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed, now we \u0027bout to change the game, nigga I said my niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway (throw your drinks in the air, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (you feelin\u0027 nice as fuck, throw your hands in the air) Lean back, lean back (come on) I said my niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (woo, uh, come on, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (uh-huh, that\u0027s right) Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, 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\u0027d proudly squeal \u0027Cause half these rappers they blow like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right, I\u0027m gon\u0027 hurt you These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial Even Lil\u0027 Bow Wow throwin\u0027 it up B2K Crip walkin\u0027 like, \u0022That\u0027s what\u0027s up!\u0022 Kay keep tellin\u0027 me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don\u0027t wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn\u0027t have to play to win the championship Niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway (throw your drinks in the air, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (you feelin\u0027 nice as fuck, throw your hands in the air) Lean back, lean back (come on) I said my niggas don\u0027t dance We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (woo, uh, come on, can you hear me?) Now lean back, lean back (uh-huh, that\u0027s right) Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on) Yeah (can you hear me?) Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever, uh (can you hear me?) Yeah, streets is ours, come on Nah, man, it ain\u0027t never gon\u0027 stop Serge, Raul, JB Fat, ayy, come on