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Lean Back Remix Lyrics

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Fat Joe : Lean Back Remix Lyrics

Songwriters: Cartagena, Joseph Anthony; Smith, Remy; Storch, Scott;

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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 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"

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 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 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"
(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 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 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 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"

No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel
Is able to stop me, nigga 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 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 motherfucker
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 motherfucker

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"

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)