Fat Joe - Lean Back Remix Lyrics

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Stop it's the mother fucking remix

Uh yeah 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 yeah 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?

Let's go

Said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

I said my niggaz

Don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

Yo yo yo yo it's 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 it's 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 Mase call 'em wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very great song

(Yeah)

Been beating on the DJ before the Mase 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)

Lean back lean back lean back

(Eminem what's up?)

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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 from white America

(Hey)

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 mid-West to the 'Dirty dirty'

Even further to Miami

All the way back to California

(Hey hey)

It would probably be best right now

If I warned Dre to get on the horn and

Tell hI'm about the storm coming all our way

So tell hI'm 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 niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock awaynow

Lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

I said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

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 your found in a vacant lot

You don't really wanna run wit da one chick

Who smoke dutchess for lunchess

Da castle hill I ain't luncheon

Now it's on it 4 da terror squad pun prospect

Sunshine geddy crack and remy ma

It's the hottest chick in this game won't it?

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

Quick to flip I aint da average chick

I'm pakin' a mac in da bak of the 45 pass 6

And you know 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 back 'cuz I ain't eva wry

See I'm foreva glory smakin' up any chick in mah territory

Said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

I said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother

Abel is able to stop me nigga not me

Got the streets asking â€oeDamn 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

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 you mother fucker

Said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

I said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull up our pants

And do the rock away

Now lean back lean back lean back lean back

(Yeah)

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

I said my niggaz don't dance

We just pull out a gat

And say blow your block away

Bitch nigga lean back lean back

Lean back lean back

(Hey)

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