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Description
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Scott Storch
Engineer: Drop
Mixing Engineer: Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Vocalist: Fat Joe
Vocalist: Remy Ma
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Cartagena
Composer Lyricist: Remy
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ow!
Yeah.
My niggas, throw your hands in the air right now, man.
Feel this shit right here.
Scott Storch, nigga.
Yeah, Khaled, I see you, nigga. Show Big Pun love.
Uh, yeah, uh, yo.
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishaps, nigga. We from the Bronx, New
York, shit happens. Kids clappin', love to spark the place.
Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face. It's a cold world and this is ice.
Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life.
Got the Phantom in front of the building Trinity at. Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad.
As a young nigga, was too much to cope with.
Why you think motherfuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit?
Should've been called Armed Robbery, Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny. I did it all and put the pieces to the puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my people was gon' bubble. Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit.
Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid.
Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me? -Now lean back, lean back.
-You motherfuckers. -Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
R to the Eazy, M to the wizzy. My arms stay breezy, the don stay fizzy.
I got a date at eight, I'm in the seven forty-fizzy.
And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die. With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion.
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
We gangsta and gangsters don't dance with boogies. So never mind how we got in here with burgers and hoodies.
Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us.
And we walk around with metal detectors. And there really ain't a need for a VIP section.
In the middle of the dance floor, reckless, check it.
Steady like my necklace, started relaxin'. Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing, nigga, we still the same niggas.
Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change -the game, nigga.
-Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull -up our pants and do the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, lean back. -You motherfuckers.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do -the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now.
And that G4 can fly through any weather now. See, niggas get tight when you're worth some millions.
That's why I sport the chinchilla, 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 Father Bone come, then they probably squeal. 'Cause half these rappers dead blow like Derek Foreal.
If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt you.
These faggot niggas 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 niggas didn't have to play to win the championship, come on.
Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, -lean back. -You motherfuckers.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our -pants and do the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
Ha.
Ha, yeah.
-Can you hear me? -Bronx,
BX borough, Terror Squad.
Uh, ha.
Big Pun forever.
Tone Montana forever, uh.
-Can you hear me?
-Yeah, streets is ours.
Come on.
Nah, man.
It ain't never gon' stop.
Search,
Raul,
JB, Fat Ant, come on.
Uh.
English translation
Ow!
Yeah.
My niggas, throw your hands in the air right now, man.
Feel this shit right here.
Scott Storch, nigga.
Yeah, Khaled, I see you, nigga. Show Big Pun love.
Uh, yeah, uh, yo.
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishaps, nigga. We from the Bronx, New
York, shit happens. Kids clappin', love to spark the place.
Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face. It's a cold world and this is ice.
Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life.
Got the Phantom in front of the building Trinity at. Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad.
As a young nigga, was too much to cope with.
Why you think motherfuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit?
Should've been called Armed Robbery, Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny. I did it all and put the pieces to the puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my people was gon' bubble. Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit.
Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid.
Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me? -Now lean back, lean back.
-You motherfuckers. -Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
R to the Eazy, M to the wizzy. My arms stay breezy, the don stay fizzy.
I got a date at eight, I'm in the seven forty-fizzy.
And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die. With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion.
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
We gangsta and gangsters don't dance with boogies. So never mind how we got in here with burgers and hoodies.
Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us.
And we walk around with metal detectors. And there really ain't a need for a VIP section.
In the middle of the dance floor, reckless, check it.
Steady like my necklace, started relaxin'. Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing, nigga, we still the same niggas.
Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change -the game, nigga.
-Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull -up our pants and do the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, lean back. -You motherfuckers.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do -the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now.
And that G4 can fly through any weather now. See, niggas get tight when you're worth some millions.
That's why I sport the chinchilla, 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 Father Bone come, then they probably squeal. 'Cause half these rappers dead blow like Derek Foreal.
If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt you.
These faggot niggas 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 niggas didn't have to play to win the championship, come on.
Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the Rockaway.
-Can you hear me?
-Now lean back, -lean back. -You motherfuckers.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our -pants and do the Rockaway. -Can you hear me?
Now lean back, -lean back. -That's right.
Lean back, lean back, come on.
Ha.
Ha, yeah.
-Can you hear me? -Bronx,
BX borough, Terror Squad.
Uh, ha.
Big Pun forever.
Tone Montana forever, uh.
-Can you hear me?
-Yeah, streets is ours.
Come on.
Nah, man.
It ain't never gon' stop.
Search,
Raul,
JB, Fat Ant, come on.
Uh.