Terror Squad - True Story

Lean Back Lyrics

by Terror Squad
Album: True Story (2004)



feat. Eminem, Lil Jon, Ma$e
Yeah... My niggas...

Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
[Lil Jon]
Feel this shit right here...
Stop!

I'ts the mother fucking remix
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]

I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
[Mase]
Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens,
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Kids clappin' love to spark the place,
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face,
For real I heard Harlem is back
It's a cold world, and this is ice,
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life.
Uh yea Harlem is back
Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave.
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
You know I heard Harlem is back
As a youngin', I was too much to cope with.
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me, Cook Coke shit.

Should've been called Don robbery, extorsion or maybe grand larceny...
[Lil Jon]
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle,
Let's Go!
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble.

Came out the gate, no I didn't flow Joe shit.
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid.
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
[Chorus]
Come on
Said my niggas don't dance,
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
we just pull up the pants and,
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Do the Roc-away.
Come on
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

I said my niggas don't dance,
[Ma$e]
See we just pull up the pants and,
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
Do the Roc-away.
And the day ya'll do
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
It'll be the day ya'll bleed

Rich minus 80 degrees
[Verse 2 - Remy]
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
R to the E'zzy',
Who else could take 5 years off
M to the whizz-i [Y],
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
My arms stay breezy,
Cats front leave them leanin like Smirnoff
The Don's stay fizz-i,
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Got a date at 8, the day I was in the 740'fizz-i,
Come up in the Rucka with all my Jake's on
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die,
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
With a matchin' jacket,
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
You hot 16 I'm a very great song
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
You play Clark Kent you better have your cape on
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
Listen we don't pay admission,
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
And bouncers don't check us,

And we walk around the metal detectors.
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
And there really ain't no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
Reckless, check it, said it?!
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction.
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
See, money ain't a thing nigga, we still the same nigga, flows just changed
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
now we 'bout to change the game nigga.
(Come on!)


[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Said my niggas don't dance,
You don't want no problems with Harlem
we just pull up the pants and,
You don't want no problems with the boogie down BronXster
Do the Roc-away.
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
I said my niggas don't dance,
The model from white America
we just pull up the pants and,
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Do the Roc-away.
Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
percentages of the press we don't The best from each coast

The midwest to the dirty dirty
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
Even further to Miami
Now we livin' better now,
All the way back to Californ-i-a
Gucci sweater now,
It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,
tell him about the storm coming all our way
See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions.
So tell him pack grab a gal right now get on the floor I'll wait
That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's.
Shake that ass a little more my way
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit,
But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit,

If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeel.
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real.
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you,
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials.
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up.
(Come on!)
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about rucker,

Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker,
[Fat Joe]
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship.
Nigga not me

Got the streets asking damn who can top P
[Chorus]
Summer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beat
my niggas don't dance,
I guess I'm bicoastal now
we just pull up the pants and,
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
Do the Roc-away.
As the wheel keeps spinnin
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out
I said my niggas don't dance,
No Joey bring them semi's out
we just pull up the pants and,
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
Do the Roc-away.
So much rappers actin in the game
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out

Lean back mother fucker

This here's a three peat we back at the Rucka

It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my niggaz 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 niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)

[Lil Jon]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
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