[Lil' Jon] GAH!! IT'S THA MOTHERFUCKIN REMIX!!!! [Biggie] Where Brooklyn at (6x) Lean Back Lean Back Where Brooklyn at (6x) Lean Back Lean Back [Verse 1 (Biggie)] I was a terror since the public school era bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13 A chubby nigga 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 niggas is a mess It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something buggin and buckin at niggas like I was duck huntin dumbin out just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway) Chorus: say ma niggas 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 niggas dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back [Verse 2 (Biggie)] 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 Niggas wanna front who got ur back? Biggie Niggas wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser Nigga u scared ur supposed to Nigga I toast ya put fear in ur heart Fuck up the party before it even start pissy drunk over henny and skunk Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks Chorus [Verse 3 (Biggie)] Bitches 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 nigga BIG is 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 Niggas start to Locke out, a kid got choked out blows was stoned and a FUCKING fight broke out Cant we just all get along? So I can put hickeys on her chest like lil Sean Chorus Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com