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Stop
It's the mother fucking remix
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
For real I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Uh yea Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
And the day y'all do
It'll be the day y'all bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5 years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on
Plenty homes mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
Lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back (come on)
Lean back, lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
The model from white America
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
Percentages of the press we don't
The best from each coast
The midwest to the dirty dirty
Even further to Miami
All the way back to Californ-I-a
It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
Tell him about the storm coming all our way
So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
Shake that ass a little more my way
But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants
Said my niggas 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 niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot
Like an out of state spot
And any body think I'm not
You're found in a vacant lot
You don't really wanna run wit the one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess
The castle hill I ain't luncheon
Now its on it 4 the terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and Remy Ma
It's the hottest chick, in this game want it
Mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and my chain on it
Quik to flip
I ain't the average chick
Im packin' a mac in the back of the 45 pass 6
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country
Any dude disrespectin' Pun he better play the run c
Bring your mans, and then we hands all him,
Then we pull timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cats in them,
Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry, see I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my territory
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
Nigga not me
Got the streets asking damn who can top P
Summer jam killed it man they did it all with one beat
I guess I'm bicoastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
As the wheel keeps spinning
I can hear niggas thinking crack got one hit then he out
Nope, Joey bring them semi's out
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
So much rappers acting in the game
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out
Lean back mother fucker
This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
The mic more rap and preach it you mother fucker
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
It's the mother fucking remix
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
For real I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Uh yea Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
And the day y'all do
It'll be the day y'all bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5 years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on
Plenty homes mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
Lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back (come on)
Lean back, lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
The model from white America
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
Percentages of the press we don't
The best from each coast
The midwest to the dirty dirty
Even further to Miami
All the way back to Californ-I-a
It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
Tell him about the storm coming all our way
So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
Shake that ass a little more my way
But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants
Said my niggas 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 niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot
Like an out of state spot
And any body think I'm not
You're found in a vacant lot
You don't really wanna run wit the one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess
The castle hill I ain't luncheon
Now its on it 4 the terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and Remy Ma
It's the hottest chick, in this game want it
Mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and my chain on it
Quik to flip
I ain't the average chick
Im packin' a mac in the back of the 45 pass 6
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country
Any dude disrespectin' Pun he better play the run c
Bring your mans, and then we hands all him,
Then we pull timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cats in them,
Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry, see I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my territory
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
Nigga not me
Got the streets asking damn who can top P
Summer jam killed it man they did it all with one beat
I guess I'm bicoastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
As the wheel keeps spinning
I can hear niggas thinking crack got one hit then he out
Nope, Joey bring them semi's out
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
So much rappers acting in the game
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out
Lean back mother fucker
This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
The mic more rap and preach it you mother fucker
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on)
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Lean Back [Remix] Lyrics as written by Remy Smith Joseph Cartagena
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