Where broklin at x6
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lean back lean back
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Where broklin at x6
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lean back lean back
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I was a terror since the public school era
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bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin a**es
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smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
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A chubby ni**a on the scene
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I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
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Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black
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smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
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Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at
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And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope i dont get shot
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Better throw my vest on ma chest cause ni**as is a mess
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It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something
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buggin and buckin at ni**as like I was duck huntin
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dumbin out just me and my crew
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Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)
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Chorus:
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ma ni**as dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway
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Lean Back (Brooklyn)
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Lean Back (Uptown)
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Lean Back (Queensbridge)
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Lean Back (Bronx)
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say Ma ni**as dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway
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Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back
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Verse 2:
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Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the projects
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Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece
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Sure do two 22s in ma shoes
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Holla if u need me luv, i'm in the house
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roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about
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moet poppin ho hoppin aint no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
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Ni**as wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
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Ni**as wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
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It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
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Ni**a u scared ur supposed to
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Ni**a I toast ya put fear in ur heart
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F**k up the party before it even start
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Is he drunk over henny and skunk
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Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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B**ches in the back looking righteous
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In a tight dress I think I might just
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Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
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how to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
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Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin, drinking got the Hooker thinking
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If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin
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is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm
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She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm
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Im hitting skins again
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Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
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Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out
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blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out
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Cant we just all get along?
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So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn
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Chorus
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Lean Back (Remix)
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Notorious B.I.G. |