lean back (remix)

[Lil Jon]
Stop!
It's the mother fucking remix
[Mase]
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 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

[Lil jon]
Lets' go!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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
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
[Mase]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, it's 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 leanin' like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate, then it's 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 Mase, call 'em, wanna get their Mase on
You hot 16, I'm a very great song
Been beating on the DJ before the Mase song
You play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on
Plenty homes, mansion, many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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
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
[Eminem]
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 Mase 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, but there's a pistol in my pants
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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
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

[Fat Joe]
No Judas or cowardice that Cain'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 1 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
No 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 amd run and get your Emmy's out
Lean back motherfucker
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 you motherfucker
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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
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
[Lil Jon]
Said my niggaz don't dance, we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Said my niggaz don't dance, we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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