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Mase - Lean Back Fat Joe lyrics
I don't give a 'bout your fault or mishappenin's
 We from the Bronx, New York thing happens
 Kids clappin' love to spark the place
 Half the 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 of the building Trinity Ave
 10 years been legit they still figure me bad
 As a youngin', was too much to cope with
 Why you think, B-X nick-named me, Cook Coke
 Should've been called Don, robbery, extorsion 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, on some flow Joe fat with shotty was the logo kid.
 Said, my 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 don't dance
 We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
 Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
 R to the Ezzy, M to the whizz-I, my arms stay breezy
 The Don's stay flizz-I, got a date at 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-I've
 And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die
 With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
 My Squad 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 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 a 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 hell I call a chain reactionMase - Lean Back Fat Joe - http://motolyrics.com/mase/lean-back-fat-joe-lyrics.html
 See, money ain't a thing , we still the same , flows just changed
 Now, we 'bout to change the game
 Said, my 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 don't dance
 We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
 Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
 Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now
 And that G4 could fly through, any weather now
 See haters 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 would've brought Compton, they'd prolly squeel
 'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real
 If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
 These 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 da Rucker
 Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da Rucker
 Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this
 My champ Pee didn't have to play to win the championship
 My 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 don't dance
 We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
 Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back








