[Intro]
Brooklyn X4
Bronx X4
Queens Bridge X4
Uptown X4

[Hook]
YEAH
Where Brooklyn at x6
Lean back lean back
Where Brooklyn at x6
Lean back lean back

[Verse 1]
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses
Smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
A chubby n***a on the scene
I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black
Smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at
And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope I dont get shot
Better throw my vest on ma chest cause n***as is a mess
It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something
Buggin and buckin at n***as like I was duck huntin
Dumbin out just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)
[Hook]
Ma n***as dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway
Lean Back (Brooklyn)
Lean Back (Uptown)
Lean Back (Queensbridge)
Lean Back (Bronx)
Say Ma n***as dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway
Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back

[Verse 2]

Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the
Projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece
Sure do two 22s in ma shoes
Holla if u need me luv, I'm in the house
Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about
Moet poppin ho hoppin ain't no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
N***as wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
N***as wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
It ain't hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
N***a u scared ur supposed to
N***a I toast ya put fear in ur heart
F**k up the party before it even start
Is he drunk over henny and skunk
Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks
[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress I think I might just
Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
How to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin
Drinking got the Hooker thinking
If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin
Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm
She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm
Im hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn

Chorus