Yeah, Khaled, I see you ****, ShowBiz, Born Lord

Uh, yeah, uh, yo

I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens, ****

We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens

Kids clappin', love to spark the place

Half the **** in the Squad got a scar on their 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

I said my **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on)

I said my **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (Can you hear me?)

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Now lean back

Now lean back

Lean back, lean back

Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, **** 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 of shit

Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and 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 **** 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 of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker

Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this

My **** didn't have to play to win the championship

I said my **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on)

I said my **** don't dance

We just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway (Can you hear me?)

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Now lean back

Now lean back