Fat Joe Lean Back (remix) (clean) (f Ma$e, Remy Martin, Eminem & Lil Jon) Lyrics

Lean Back (remix) (clean) (f  Ma$e, Remy Martin, Eminem & Lil Jon) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon]

Stop!

I'ts the remix, What



[Intro 2: 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 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?



[Lil Jon]

Let's Go!



[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my nnniz don't
dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), 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 (YEAH!), now
lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back



[Verse 1:
Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)]

Yo yo yo yo its deja vu

And the day ya'll do (Wus up!)

It'll be the day ya'll bleed

Wrist minus 80 degrees

King of Harlem ain't nobody made me
leave (tell em!)

Who else could take 5 years off 

Cold
turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey!)

Cats front leave them
leaning like Smirnoff (What!)

If haters wanna hate then its their
loss (Yeah!)

Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!)

Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!)

People
hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very
great song (Yeah!)

Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
(yeah!)

You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What!)

Plenty homes Mansion many rooms

My necklace, 2 ex's and 3
Bentley bulls now 

Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (come on)



[Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's
Up!)



[Verse 2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)]

You don't want no problems with Harlem

You don't want no
problems with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah!)

You don't want no
drama with the blond bomber

Original don dotta of the blond
bottle

The model (hey!) 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 (hey, hey!)

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 a-- a little more my way

But
baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants





[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said
my nnniz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway
(YEAH!), 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
(YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back



[Verse 3: Remy Martin]

Ayo, remy pop but im hot,

Like
an out of state spot,

and any body think im not,

your
found in a vacant lot, 

you dont really wanna run wit da one chick
who smoke dutchess for lunchess,

da castle hill i aint luncheon, 

now its on it 4 da terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack
and remy ma, 

its the hottest chick, in this game wont it,

mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it,

quik 2 flip,

i aint da average chick, 

im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45
pass 6, 

and u kno i got enough dudes to crush a country, 

any dude disrespectin pun he betta play da run c, 

bring your
mans, and den we hands all him, 

den we pull timbaland tramplum, den
we pull  da cats in dem, 

lean bak 'cause i aint eva wry, see im
foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory



[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my niggaz don't
dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), 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 (YEAH!), now
lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back



[Verse 4: Fat
Joe (With Lil jon in back round)]

No Judas or cowardice that Caine's
brother Abel is able to stop me

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 Nnniz 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 and run and get your Emmy's out

Lean back mother
....

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 mother...



[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in
backround)]

Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), 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 (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back



[Hook: Lil Jon]

Said my nnniz don't dance we just
pull out a gat

And say blow your block away, lean back, lean back,
lean back

lean back

I Said my nnniz don't dance we just
pull out a gat

And say blow your block away, lean back, lean back,
lean back

lean back

(Hey!)