Yeah! My sistahs! Uh-huh!
Throw 'ya hands in 'da air right now, Vols!
Feel 'dis hit right here!
Shytown sistah!
Yeah Tye, I see you, sistah!
Show Lady Vol love! Uh!
Yeah! Uh! Yo!
Verse 1
I don't give a dang about'cha fouls, or mishappenin's, sistah.
We playin hardball... Crap happens.
Kids clappin', luv'ta spark 'da place.
Half 'da sistahs in 'da squad got a scar on'dey face.
It's a cold season, and 'dis is ice.
Half a mill' for 'da charm, sistah, 'dis is life.
Got 'da Mique in front of 'da buildin', Summitt Drive.
Four years be legit, 'dey still figure me five.
As a youngin', I was too much to cope wit'.
Why you think, homeys nick-named me "Smooth Stroke" hit.
Should'a been called Ball Robbery,
Lane Monger, or maybe Net Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'da pieces to 'da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my playahz was gonna' bubble.
Came out 'da gate on some Flow-Jane hit.
SLAM sistah with 'da shotty was "Da Parker Kid".
Chorus
Said my sistahs don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Put 'da Rock-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
Said my sistahs don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Put 'da Rock-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
(Come on!)
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