Lean Back
For Candace Parker
Original song Lean Back by Fat Joe ~
This song by
The Pat Summitt Meanie Heads
Owwwu!
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!)
Verse 2
L to the E'zzie',
V to the whiz-zY,
My arms stay breezy,
The Parker stays fizz-zY,
Got a game at 8, I�m in the 740'fizz-ive,
And I just bought some kicks, so I can drive till' I high,
Wit' a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a bracket,
My sistahs on 'da floor, but you know 'dey not dancin'.
We Lady Vols, and Lady Vols don't dance - we up-under,
So nevermind how we got in here,
Wit' lightnin' 'n thunder.
Listen, we don't pay admission,
And 'da ushers don't check us,
And we walk around 'da metal detectors.
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section,
In 'da middle of 'da ball floor,
Furious Action; Check it!
Said Pat Like my jumper, started relaxin' now,
Dat's what 'da heck I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thang sistah,
We still 'da same sistahs,
Flows just changed,
Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, sistah.
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!)
Verse 3
Now we livin' betta' now,
Orange sweata' now.
And 'dat 03 could fly through,
Any weatha' now.
See, sistahs get tight,
When you score some tropheys.
'Dis is why I sport 'dis ceiling;
'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's.
You can find Da Parker makin' all type 'a hit,
Out at Pick-up, front row 'ta all 'da whiners n' spit,
If Zolman come, then they'd prod'lly squeel.
'Cause half 'deez ponnents did drills like Granny, fo'real.
If you cross 'da line, dang right I'm gonna hurt'chu.
These ponnent sistahs even made hate-signs commercial.
Even Lil' Tyler throwin' it up,
RB crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up.
Pat keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Parker,
Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Parker,
Not even Chancellor could imagine 'dis,
My sistahs didn't haff'ta sweat'ta win the championship.
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!)
Outro
Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!)
Tigers, GA Dawgs, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!)
Lady Vol forever, Tone Lady Vol forever... (Can you hear me?!)
Uh! Yeah! Number 7 is ours, come on!
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop...
Moore! Sa'de! Lex, Dosty, come on! Uh!
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