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