Where broklin at x6
lean back lean back
Where broklin at x6
lean back lean back
I was a terror since the public school era
bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin a**es
smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
A chubby ni**a on the scene
I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black
smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at
And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope i dont get shot
Better throw my vest on ma chest cause ni**as is a mess
It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something
buggin and buckin at ni**as like I was duck huntin
dumbin out just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)
Chorus:
ma ni**as dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway
Lean Back (Brooklyn)
Lean Back (Uptown)
Lean Back (Queensbridge)
Lean Back (Bronx)
say Ma ni**as dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway
Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back
Verse 2:
Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece
Sure do two 22s in ma shoes
Holla if u need me luv, i'm in the house
roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about
moet poppin ho hoppin aint no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
Ni**as wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
Ni**as wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
Ni**a u scared ur supposed to
Ni**a I toast ya put fear in ur heart
F**k up the party before it even start
Is he drunk over henny and skunk
Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks
Chorus
Verse 3:
B**ches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress I think I might just
Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
how to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin, drinking got the Hooker thinking
If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin
is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm
She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm
Im hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out
Cant we just all get along?
So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn
Chorus
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