The Notorious B.I.G. - Lean Back Remix lyrics

[Intro] Brooklyn X4 Bronx X4 Queens Bridge X4 Uptown X4 [Hook] YEAH Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back [Verse 1] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom pa**es, cuttin cla**es, squeezin a**es Smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13 A chubby n***a on the scene I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black Smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope I dont get shot Better throw my vest on ma chest cause n***as is a mess It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something Buggin and buckin at n***as like I was duck huntin Dumbin out just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway) [Hook] Ma n***as dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back (Brooklyn) Lean Back (Uptown) Lean Back (Queensbridge) Lean Back (Bronx) Say Ma n***as dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back [Verse 2] Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the Projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece Sure do two 22s in ma shoes Holla if u need me luv, I'm in the house Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about Moet poppin ho hoppin ain't no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy n***as wanna front who got ur back? Biggie n***as wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie It ain't hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser n***a u scared ur supposed to n***a I toast ya put fear in ur heart F**k up the party before it even start Is he drunk over henny and skunk Or some brand newbian sh** beating down punks [Hook] [Verse 3] b**hes in the back looking righteous In a tight dress I think I might just Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one How to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin Drinking got the Hooker thinking If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm Im hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn Chorus