Yeah... My niggas...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this shit right here...
I dont give a fuck bout your fault or mishappenins,
Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens,
Kids clappin love to spark the place,
Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face,
Its a cold world, and this is ice,
Half a mil for the charm, nigga this is life.
Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave.
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mofuckers nick-named me, Cook Coke shit.
Shouldve 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, no I didnt flow Joe shit.
Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid.
Said my niggas dont dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas dont dance,
See 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 Dons stay fizz-i,
Got a date at 8, Im in the 740fizz-i
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 dont dance- we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
Listen we dont pay admission,
And bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around the metal detectors.
And there really aint no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Reckless, check it, said it?!
Like my necklace, started relaxin now, thats what the fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money aint a thing nigga, we still the same nigga, flows just changed
now we bout to change the game nigga.
Said my niggas dont dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas dont 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 niggas get tight, when you worth some millions.
Thats why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelins.
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit,
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit,
If I visited Compton, theyd prolly squeel.
Cause half these rappers get "Blow" like Dereck Foreal.
If you cross the line damn right, Im gon hurt you,
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials.
Even Lil Bow Wow throwin it up,
B2K crip walkin like thats whats up.
Kay keep tellin me to speak about rucker,
Matter of fact, I dont wanna speak about the rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
My niggas didnt have to play to win the championship.
my niggas dont dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas dont dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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