Notorious BIG

Lean Back Remix.mp3

Brooklyn
Bronx AOWWWWW
Queensbridge (throw ur hands in the air right now men)
Uptown
Where Brooklyn @ (6x) Lean Back Lean Back
Where Brooklyn @ (6x) Lean Back Lean Back


Verse 1:
I've been 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 
somkin 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 dog huntin
dumbin out just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)



Chorus:
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)
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, saw my men ??? 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 aint no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
Wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
Wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
I know u scared ur supposed to
I toast ya put fear in ur heart
Got the party before it even start
pissy drunk over henny and skunk
Or some brand newbian s**t beating down punks

Chorus


Verse 3:
F***ed from the back looking righteous
In a tight dress I think I might just
Hit her wit a little Biggie one-oh-one
how to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jaw got the COKE in his waist and was smokin, drinking got the BITCHES thinking
If money smell bad then this nigga BIG is stinkin
is it ma charm I got the F***king deal on ma palm She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm
Im hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
Thought the Lockout, a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a SHIT fight broke out
Cant we just all get along
So I can put hickeys on her chest like lil Sean


Chorus