Yeah, my *****s
Throw your hands in the air right now man
Feel this **** right here, Scott Storch, *****
Yeah, Khalid I see you *****, show Big Pun love yeah

I don't give a ***k 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, *****
We from the Bronx, New York **** happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the *****s in the squad got a scar on they face

It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm, ***** this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad

As a young, it was too much to cope with
Why you think, mo'***kers nick named me, Cook Coke ****
Should've been called Don Robbery
Extortion 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 on some flow Joe ****
Fat ***** with shoty was the logo kid

Said my *****s don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my *****s don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I
My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz
I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die

With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion
My *****s in the club, but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie
So never mind how we got in here with the weapons and hoodies

Listen we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it

Said he like my necklace, started relaxin' now
That's what the ***k I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thing *****, we still the same *****,
Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game *****

Said my *****s don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my *****s don't 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 *****s get tight, when you worth some millions
That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's

Your can find Joe crack at all type of ****
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and ****
If I woulda brought Compton, they'd prolly squeal
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like Derick fo' real

If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These ***ot *****s even made gang signs commercials
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up

Kay keep tellin' me to speak about da rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da rucker
Not even pee wee Kirkland could imagine this
My *****s didn't have to play to win the championship

Said my *****s don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my *****s don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Yeah, Bronx, B X bird Terror Squad
Uh, Big punk forever, to more terror forever
Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean
It ain't never gonna stop, search, Raul, J.P. fa' ev'r come on