Lyrics:

Yeah... My niggas...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this shit right here...

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
I dont give a fuck bout your fault or mishappenins,
Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens,
Kids clappin love to spark the place,
Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face,
Its 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 Ave.
10 years been legit they still figure me bad.
As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mofuckers nick-named me, Cook Coke shit.
Shouldve 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 shit.
Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid.

[Chorus]
Said my niggas dont 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 dont 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 Ezzy,
M to the whizz-I,
My arms stay breezy,
The Dons stay flizz-i,
Got a date at 8, Im in a 740fizz-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 dont dance - we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
Listen we dont pay admission,
And bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around the metal detectors.
And there really aint a need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Reckless, check it, said it
Like my necklace, started relaxin now, thats what the fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money aint a thing nigga, we still the same nigga, flows just changed
now we bout to change the game nigga.

[Chorus]
Said my niggas dont 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 dont 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.
Thats why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelins.
Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit,
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit,
If I woulda brought Compton, theyd prolly squeel.
Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa real.
If you cross the line damn right, Im gon hurt you,
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials.
Even Lil Bow Wow throwin it up,
B2K crip walkin like thats whats up.
Kay keep tellin me to speak about da Rucker,
Matter of fact, I dont wanna speak about da Rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this,
My niggas didnt have to play to win the championship.

[Chorus]
My niggas dont 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 dont dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back