Ow! Yeah! My niggas, haha Throw your hands in the air right now, man Feel this shit right here Scott Storch, nigga Yeah, Khaled, I see you nigga ShowBiz, Born Lord Uh, yeah, uh, yo I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappenin's Nigga, we from da Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world, and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a youngin', I was too much to cope with Why you think mofucka's nicknamed me 'Cook Coke' shit? Should've been called Armed Robbery 'Extortion', or maybe 'Grand Larceny' I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long as I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Fat nigga with the shawty was the logo, kid Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back R to the easy [E], M to the wizza [Y] My arms stay breezy, da Don stay flizzah Got a date at eight, I'm in the 7-4-fizz-I've [745] And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die Wit' a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas 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 burners ‘n hoodies Listen: We don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we… Walk around the metal detecta's And there really ain't a need for a VIP section In da middle o' da dancefloor, reckless, check it Said he liked my necklace, started relaxin' Now, that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See, money ain't a thang, nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Now, we livin' betta' now, Coogi sweater, now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight, when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla: To hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type o' shit Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights 'n shit If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal 'Cause half these rappers they blow like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt you These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K Crip-walkin', like that's what's up Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker Matter o' fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back