[Intro - Fat Joe]
Owwwu!
Yeah! My niggaz! Uh-huh!
Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man!
Feel 'dis shit right here!
Scott Storch nigga!
Yeah Khalid, I see you, nigga!
Show Big-Pun love! Uh!
Yeah! Uh! Yo!
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck about'cha faults, or mishappenins, nigga.
We from Da Bronx, New York... Shit happens.
Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place.
Half da niggaz in 'da squad got a scar on dey face.
It's a cold world, and dis is ice.
Half a mill' for da charm, nigga, dis is life.
Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave.
Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad.
As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me "Cook Coke" shit.
Should'a been called Don Robbery,
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit.
Fat nigga with da shotty was "The Logo Kid".
[Chorus]
Said my niggaz dont dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggaz don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do 'da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
(Come on!)
[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzie',
M to the whiz-zY,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don stays fizz-zY,