Terror Squad - Lean Back (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Terror Squad - Lean Back (en) Lyrics
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Throw your hands in the
air right now, man!
Feel this shit right here,
Scott Storch, nigga
Yeah Khaled, I see you nigga,
show Big Pun love
I don't give a fuck about your
faults or mishappens
Nigga, we from the Bronx,
New York; shit happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the niggas in the Squad
got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm,
nigga, 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, muh'fuckers 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 Flo-Jo shit
Fat nigga with the shotty
was the logo, kid
I said my niggas don't 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 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 niggas 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 V.I.P section
In the middle of the dance
floor reckless, check it
Said he, liked my necklace,
started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck
I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thang, nigga,
we still the same niggas
Flows just changed, now we 'bout
to change the game, nigga
Now we living better now,
Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly through
any weather now
See, niggas 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 shit
Out in Vegas front row to
all the fights and shit
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 faggot niggas 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 niggas didn't have to play
to win the championship
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