Lean Back (remix) Lyrics

Lean Back (remix) lyrics

[Intro- Lil Jon] 

Stop! It's the mothafuckin remix! 



[Lil Jon over Mase] 

Yeah! 

Yeah! 

Eminem nigga! 

Lil Jon nigga! 

Mase and Bethem! 

That is yours! 



[Mase] 

Uh Ya Harlem is back 

Who in the world want a problem wit that 

For real I heard Harlem is back 

Who in the world want a problem wit that 

Uh ya real Harlem is back 

Who in the world want a problem wit that 

Uh I heard Harlem is back 

Who in the world want a problem wit that 



[Chorus x2- Fat Joe] 

I said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants 

And do the roc-a-way 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 



[Verse 1- Mase] 

Yo we goin Deja Vu 

And the day ya'll due 

It'll be the day ya'll bleed 

Wrist minus eighty degrees 

King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave 

Who else could take five years off 

Cold turkey, come back, and fly lids off 

Cats front leave 'em leanin' like smirnoff 

If haters wanna hate then its their loss 

Come up in the rucka wit all my jigs on 

Car grills so big you can cook a steak on 

People hear Mase gone 

When they get they Mase on 

You a hot 16, I'm a very great song 

If beatin on the DJ before the Mase song 

He play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on 

Plenty rooms, mansion many rooms 

My neckless, two X's, and three bently bulls (lean back) 



[Chorus x2- Fat Joe] 

I said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants 

And do the roc-a-way 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 



[Lil Jon] 

Eminem whats up! 



[Verse 2- Eminem] 

You don't want no problems with Harlem 

You don't want no problems wit da boogy down Bronxton 

You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber 

Original don gotta of the blonde bottle, the model 

For white america, then Joe, 

the spokesperson for the Latino 

Then we got Mase back to represent 

everything else in between 

Includin the percentages of the rest, we dope 

The best from each coast, the mid west to the dirty dirty! 

Even further to Miami, 

all the way back to Californ I A 

It'll prolly be best right now if I warn Dre 

And get on the horn wit him tell him 

bout the storm comin all our way 

So tell a pal grab a gal, right now get on the floor why wait 

Shake that ass a lil more my way but baby I dont dance 

Not that I cant, there's a pistol in my pants 



[Chorus x2- Fat Joe] 

I said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants 

And do the rock-away 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 



[Verse 3- Fat Joe] 

No Judas, or cowardice or Caine's brother

Able is able to stop me nigga not me!

Got the streets askin damn who could top Pete 

Summer Jam, killed it man did it all with one beat 

I guess I'm bi-coastal now, took a 

down south brother to bring your boy out

As the wheel keep spinnin I can hear 

niggas thinkin crack i got one hit benny out 

Nope Joey bring them semi's out of 

course you and yours pour a lil henny out 

So much rappers actin in the game, 

I have to tell him put the mic away 

and run and go and get your emmies out 

Lean back mothafuckas, this here's a three piece

we back at the rucka 

Its joe crack preachin to your brother, 

the mic more rap, impeachin you mothafuckers



[Chorus x2- Fat Joe] 

I said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants 

And do the roc-a-way 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 



[Lil Jon] 

Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats 

And blow your back away 

fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats 

And blow your backs away

bitch niggas lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

Hey!