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Yeah... My ...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this s**t right here...
Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack
I don't give a fk 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
nigg* we from the Bronx, New York... s**t happens,
Kids clappin' love to spark the place,
Half the on the squad got a scar on they face,
It's a cold world, and this is ice,
Half a mil' for the charm, nigg* this is life.
Got the phantom in front of the building Trinity Ave.
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
As a youngin', I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'fkers nick-named me, Cook Coke s**t.
Should've been called Don robbery, extorsion 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 s**t.
Fat nigg* with shotty was the logo kid.
Chorus
Said my 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 don't dance, we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
Verse 2 - Remy
R to the E'zzy',
M to the whizz-I,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don's stay flizz-i,
Got a date at 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-ive,
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die,
With a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
My in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance - we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners 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 it
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the fk I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing nigg*, we still the same nigg*, flows just changed
now we 'bout to change the game nigg*.
Chorus
Said my 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 don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
Verse 3 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack
Now we livin' better now,
Gucci sweater now,
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,
See get tight, when you worth some millions.
That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's.
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of s**t,
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and s**t,
If I woulda brought Compton, they'd prolly squeel.
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real.
If you cross the line d*mn right, I'm gon' hurt you,
These f*gg*t 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 didn't have to play to win the championship.
Chorus
My 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 don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back