Lean Back Featuring Lil Jon, Eminem, Mase, and Remy Martin (Remix) - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)

Yo

You know every time you come home

You got to murk somethin'

Stop it's the motherf**king remix

Uhh yeah harlem is back ts

Who in the world want a problem

With that fo' real

I heard harlem is back

You know we had to do the remix

Who in the world want a problem with that

Yeah eminem n***a

Uhh yeah harlem is back lil jon n***a

Who in the world want a problem

With that mason betha

I heard harlem is back fat joe

Who in the world want a problem

With that let's go

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

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

You know it's 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 it's 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 mase call them wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very great song

They beating on the DJ booth 'fore the mase song

You play clark kent you better have your cape on

Plenty homes mansion many rooms

My necklace 2xs and three bentley bulls

Lean back lean back lean back

'Cause he's back come on

Lean back lean back lean back

'Cause he's back come on

You don't want no problems with harlem

You don't want no problems with the boogie down bronxter

You don't want no drama with the blonde bomber

Original don dada of the blonde bottle

The model from white America

Then joe the spokesperson for the latino

Then we got mase back to re-per-e-sent

E-ver-y-thing else in between

Including the percentages of the rest 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'd probably be best right now if I warn dre

To get on the horn and tell him about

The storm coming all our way

So tell a pal grab a gal right

Now get on the floor while I wait

Shake that a*s a little more my way

But baby I don't dance

Not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants

Come on

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

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

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

Quik 2 flip

I ain't da average chick

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

And you kno 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 bak 'cuz I ain't eva wry

See I'm foreva glory smakin up any chick in

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

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 or caine's brother

Abel is able to stop me n***a not me

Got the streets asking d**n who can top p

Summer jam killed it man they did it all with one beat

I guess I'm bi-coastal now

Took a down south brother to bring your boy out what

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 motherf**kers

This here's a three peat we back at the rucker

It's cook coke crack preach it to ya brother

The mic more rap and preach you motherf**kers

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

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