Don't give a *** about your faults or mishappens Happens, we from the Bronx, New York, what gets happens Ask Glassman, let us block the place Have the inner squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world, this is ice Half a meal for the charm, this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years villager, they still figure me bad As a youngster, was too much to cope with Why you think my nickname was Coke? Should've been called Don Robbery, extortion Or maybe Grand Larceny, I did it all I put the pieces to the puzzle, this long I knew me and my people was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo Fat, with the shawty, with the logo kid Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, throw your drinks up Lean back, you feelin' this? Throw your hands up, lean back, come on I say my, don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, can you hear me? Lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on Off to the easy, into the whizz-eye My arms stay breezy, but don't stay fizz-eye Got an 88, I'm in the 740 fizz-eye And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matching jacket, bout to call me a man Shamanic in the club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta and gangsters don't dance We boogie, so never mind how we got in here with bunners and hoodies Listen, we don't pay a mission and the bouncers don't check us Then we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a VIP section In the middle of a dance floor, records, check it, sell it Like my neck just started relaxin' Now that's what the, I call a chain reaction, see Money ain't a thing, we still the same Blows just changed, now we bout to change the game Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, throw your drinks up Lean back, you feelin' this? Throw your hands up, lean back, come on I say my, don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, can you hear me? Lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back, come on We livin' better now, we be sweatin' now And that G4 can fly through any weather now 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 types Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights Them hoes born comped and they probably squealed Cause have these rappers dead broke like they're for real If you cross the line damn right I'm gon' hurt your knees Even make gang signs commercial Even Lil Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K Grim Fonkin' like that's what's up Keep tellin' me to speak about the Rutgers Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rutgers Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this Didn't have to play to win the championship Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, throw your drinks up Lean back, lean back, lean back Lean back, come on Don't dance, we just pull up our pants and Do the Rockaway, can you hear me Lean back, lean back, lean back Lean back, come on Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?