[Intro: Tego Calderon] TODO PUERTO RICO! Macaracachimba Ma
[Tego Calderon] Hey Tego Calderon se pone la bota Cuando yo te fluyo a lo (Fat Joe:Yeah!) Picandolo pequeno como pa sopa Dejandote pegao come "Vida Loca" Lean back, hah hah Aguanta esa boca te van a the uno poco por motherfucker hecha te patra changuetada gente mala levanta tu bandera con gana HOLLA! Yo tambien tengo Pistola y tambien pierdo la chola como pica se juntaron los boricuas si no te mueres ahora te mueres horita este nigger ya no es para cacarita lean back, hah hah, lean back mami rica dame de lo que te sobres umbe eh lean back, lean back calderon..
[Chorus] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!)
[Remy] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and the 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 he - liked my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggaz Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin, love to spark the place Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young'n - was too much to cope with Why you think – mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!