Song Title: Lean Back
Singer/Band: Terror Squad
Lyrics to Terror Squad - Lean Back
[Fat Joe]
Ow! Yeah! My *****z
Throw your hands in the air right now man
Feel this **** right here
Scott Storch *****
Yeah Khalid I see you *****
Show Big Pun love
Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!
[Fat Joe]
I don't give a **** 'bout your fault or mishappenin's
***** we from the Bronx, New York... **** happens
Kids clappin' love to spark the place
Half the *****s on the squad got a scar on they face
It's a cold world, and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm, ***** this is life
Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave
10 years been legit they still figure me bad
As a youngin', I was too much to cope with
Why you think, mo'****ers 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
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate, no I didn't flow Joe ****
Fat ***** with shotty was the logo kid
[Chorus:]
[Fat Joe]
Said my *****s 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 my *****s don't dance
See we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc-away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
[Remy Martin]
R to the E'zzy'
M to the whizz-I,
My arms stay breezy
The Don's stay fizz-I
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 740 fizz-I
And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die
With a matchin' jacket
'Bout to cop me a mansion
My *****s in the club, but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance; we boogie
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners 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 no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor
Reckless, check it, said it
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the **** I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thing *****, we still the same *****, flows just changed
Now we 'bout to change the game ***** !
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Now we livin' better now
Gucci sweater now
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now
See *****s 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 ****
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and ****
If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeal
'Cause half these rappers get "Blow" like Derek Foreal
If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These ****** *****s even made gang signs commercials
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My *****s didn't have to play to win the championship
Come on !
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Ha! Ha! Yeah (Can you hear me)
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha)
Big Pun forever, Tony Montana forever
Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on
Nah man, it ain't never gon stop
Search Raul JB, Fat Ant come on Uh !
Here is a little tips ! :-)
When you're Lookin' for a song , Just Type the song name with Singer/band. if you are lookin for lyrics , then add with it "lyrics" . if download, then add "mediafire" / "Beemp3" / "emp3"/"mp3". You Must find your desired song. Thanks.
Print this Lyrics
No comments:
Post a Comment