作词 : Scott Storch/Joseph Cartagena/Remy
作曲 : Scott Storch/Joseph Cartagena/Remy
Ow
Yeah
My ni**as, throw your hands in the air right now, man
Feel this shit right here, Scott Strorch, ni**a
Yeah,Khaled, I see you, ni**a
Show Big Pun love, uh, yeah,uh, yo
I dont give a f**k about your faults or mishaps, ni**a
We from the Bronx,New York,shit happens
Kids clappin,love to spark the place
Half the ni**a in the squad got a scar on they face
Its a cold world and this is ice
Half a mil for the charm, ni**a, this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the buildin Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
As a youngin, was too much to cope with
Why you think motherf**kers nicknamed me cook coke shit?
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 flow-jo shit
Fat ni**a with the shawty was the logo, kid
Said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on
I said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on
R to the easy, M to the wiz-I
My arms stay breezy, the don stay fizzle
I got a date at eight, Im in the seven-forty-fizzle
And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die
With a matchin jacket `bout to cop me a mansion
My ni**as in the club but you know they not dancin
We gangsta and gangstas dont dance, we boogie
So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
Listen, we dont pay admission and the bouncers dont check us
And we walk around the metal detectors
And there really aint a need VIP section
In the middle of the dance floor reckless check it
Said he like necklace, started relaxin
Now thats what the f**k I call a chain reaction
See, money aint a thing, ni**a, we still the same ni**as
Flows just changed, now we `bout to change the game, ni**a
I said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on
I said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on
Now we livin better now,Gucci sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any weather now
See, ni**as get tight when you worth some millions
This why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelins
You can find Joe crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit
If five-oh boy come then they proudly squel
`Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek for real
If you cross the line, damn right Im gon hurt you
These fa**ot ni**as even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil Bow Wow throuwing it up
B2K Crip walkin like, thats wassup
K keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker
Matter of fact, I dont wanna speak about the Rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My ni**as didnt have to play to win the championship
I said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on
I said, my ni**as dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on