Yeah... My niggas...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this [bad word] right here...

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
I don't give a [bad word] 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
 [bad word] we from the Bronx, New York... [bad word] happens,
Kids clappin' love to spark the place,
Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face,
It's a cold world, and this is ice,
Half a mil' for the charm, [bad word] this is life.
Got the phantom in front of the building Trinity Ave.
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
As a youngin', I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, [bad word] nick-named me, Cook Coke [bad word] 
Should've been called Don robbery, extorsion or maybe grand larceny...
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle,
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble.
Came out the gate, on some flow Joe [bad word] 
Fat [bad word] with shotty was the logo kid.

 [bad word] 
Said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzy',
M to the whizz-I,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don's stay flizz-i,
Got a date at 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-ive,
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 gangstas don't dance - we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
Listen we don't pay admission,
And bouncers don't check us,
And we walk around the metal detectors.
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Reckless, check it, said it
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the [bad word] I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing [bad word]  we still the same [bad word]  flows just changed
now we 'bout to change the game [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
Now we livin' better now,
Gucci sweater now,
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now,
See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions.
That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's.
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of [bad word] 
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and [bad word] 
If I woulda [bad word]  they'd prolly squeel.
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real.
If you cross the line [bad word] right, I'm gon' hurt you,
These [bad word] niggas even made gang [bad word] 
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up.
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about [bad word] 
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about [bad word] 
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship.

 [bad word] 
My niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back