Fat Joe - Lean Back Remix lyrics

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Fat Joe - Lean Back Remix lyrics

Stop It's the mother f**ing 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 n***az 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 n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway" (Yeah) "Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" Yo yo yo yo, it's deja vu And the day y'all do (Wus up) It'll be the day y'all 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 (What's up) 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 midwest 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 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***az 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 n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway" (Yeah) "Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" (Come on) Aye yo, remy pop but I'm hot like an out of state spot And anybody think I'm not, you're 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 quik 2 flip I ain't da average chick, I'm pakin' a mac in da bak of the 45 pa** 6 And you know I got enough dudes to crush a country Any dude disrespectin' pun he betta play da run C Bring your man's, 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 worry, see I'm foreva glory Smakin' up any chick in mah territory Said, "My n***az 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 n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway" (Yeah) "Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" 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 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 n***as 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 motherf**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 you motherf**er Said, "My n***az 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 n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway" (Yeah) "Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" Said, "My n***az don't dance, we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away f** n***a, lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" I said, "My n***az don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away b**h n***a lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" (Hey)