Fat Joe - Lean Back lyrics

Stop! It's the mother f**ing 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 a** 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 pa** 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a not me Got the streets asking damn who can top P Summer jam k**ed 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 n***as 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 f**er 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 f**er Said my n***as 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 n***as don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (come on!)