Yeah... My niggas...
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Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
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Feel this shit right here...
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[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
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I don't give a f*ck 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
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Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens,
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Kids clappin' love to spark the place,
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Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face,
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It's a cold world, and this is ice,
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Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life.
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Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave.
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10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
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As a youngin', I was too much to cope with.
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Why you think, mo'f*ckers nick-named me, Cook Coke shit.
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Should've been called armed robbery, extorsion or maybe grand larceny...
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I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle,
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This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble.
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Came out the gate, no I didn't flow Joe shit.
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Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid.
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[Chorus]
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Said my niggas don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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I said my niggas don't dance,
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See we just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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[Verse 2 - Remy]
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R to the E'zzy',
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M to the whizz-i [Y],
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My arms stay breezy,
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The Don's stay fizz-i,
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Got a date at 8, I'm in the 740'fizz-i
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And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die,
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With a matchin' jacket,
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Bout' to cop me a mansion,
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My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
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We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
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So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
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Listen we don't pay admission,
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And bouncers don't check us,
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And we walk around the metal detectors.
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And there really ain't no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
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Reckless, check it, said it?!
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Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the f*ck I call a chain reaction.
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See, money ain't a thing nigga, we still the same nigga, flows just changed
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Now we 'bout to change the game nigga.
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[Chorus]
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Said my niggas don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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I said my niggas don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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[Verse 3 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
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Now we livin' better now,
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Gucci sweater now,
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And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,
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See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions.
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That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's.
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Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit,
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Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit,
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If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeel.
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'Cause half these rappers get "Blow" like Dereck Foreal.
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If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you,
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These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials.
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Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
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B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up.
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Kay keep tellin' me to speak about rucker,
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Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker,
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Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
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My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship.
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[Chorus]
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My niggas don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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I said my niggas don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants and,
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Do the Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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