Lean Back (Radio Version) [In the Style of "Terror Squad & Fat Joe & Remy"] {Karaoke Version}

歌詞

[Fat Joe] Coca! Krillz-mania BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww! Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy And you can ice grill when I drive by See if I be givin a fuck My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour I 'member when I used to have to play that hard Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers Before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music [Chorus: Cherlise] You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh And when I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill Where every other day another nigga get killed They say what's Cool without Dre? I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose? Hell 'Ve was a great DJ Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me? He'd probably never be President of that company Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what? I made the nigga rich cocksuckers! [Chorus] [Fat Joe] I was never into girls, I was just into my music Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht I bought my little daughter an equestrian park Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot Sade, Luther Vandross Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge I used to look at them like Gods Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard? Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi? It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me In fact man I'm just like Rocky Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping [Chorus] [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Yeah, man I did it for the music! I did it for the love Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother And your girl... can't even be with my family man You know what? Be careful what you wish for Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER 9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man I'm in Budapest somewhere I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!