Testo Lean Back - Re-Record - Fat Joe
Testo della canzone Lean Back - Re-Record (Fat Joe), tratta dall'album The Greatest Hip-Hop Songs Vol. 1
Ow
Yeah, aha-ha
Throw your hands in the air right now, man
Feel this shi- right here, Scott Storch
Yeah, Khaled, I see you, ShowBiz, Born Lord, uh
Yeah, uh, yo
I don't give a- about your faults or mishappens
We from the Bronx, New York, things happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the cats in the Squad got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm, brother, this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
Now as a youngin, was too much to cope with
Why you think, the BX nicknamed me Cook Coke?
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
Fat brother with the shotty was the logo
I said my n- don't 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' nice as f-, throw your hands in the air)
Lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my n- don't 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's right)
Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on, yeah)
Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any weather now
See, haters 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 events
Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shi-
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- 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 team didn't have to play to win the championship
I said my n- don't 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' nice as f-, throw your hands in the air)
Lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my n- don't 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's right)
Lean back, lean back (uh-huh, come on)
Yeah
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever
Yeah, streets is ours, come on
Nah, man, it ain't never gon' stop
Serge, Raul, JB Fat, ayy, come on, uh
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Writer(s): Scott Storch, Joseph Cartagena, Remy Smith
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