Remy Ma - Lean Back lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Owwwwww!!! Yeah! My n***as! Throw your hands in the air right now, man! Feel this sh** right here! Scott Storch, n***a! Yeah, Khaled, I see you, n***a Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo! [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I don't give a f** about your faults or mishappens n***a, we from the Bronx, New York; sh** happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the n***as in the Squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill' for the charm, n***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 youngin, was too much to cope with Why you think muhf**ers nicknamed me Cook Coke sh**? 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 sh** Fat n***a with the shotty was the logo, kid [Hook: Fat Joe] I said my n***as 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 n***as don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Verse 2: Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My n***as 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 and hoodies Listen, we don't pay admission And the 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 liked my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the f** I call a chain reaction See, Money Ain't a Thing, n***a We still the same n***as, flows just changed Now we 'bout to change the game, n***a [Hook: Fat Joe] I said my n***as 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 n***as don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Now, we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, n***as 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 sh** Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and sh** 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 f*ggot n***as 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 n***as didn't have to play to win the championship [Hook: Fat Joe] I said my n***as 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 n***as don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (Come on!)