Lean Back (feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Mase & Remy Martin) (Remix) (Explicit)

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