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Fat Joe - Lean Back Lyrics (feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin) [Intro: Lil Jon] Stop! I'ts the remix, What [Intro 2: Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yea Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Verse 1: Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do (Wus up!) It'll be the day ya'll 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 its 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 Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e 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) [Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!) [Verse 2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)] 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 (hey!) 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 (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 pis--l in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz 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 [Verse 3: Remy Martin] Ayo, remy pop but im hot, Like an out of state spot, and any body think im not, your found in a vacant lot, you dont really wanna run wit da one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess, da castle hill i aint luncheon, now its on it 4 da terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and remy ma, its the hottest chick, in this game wont it, mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it, quik 2 flip, i aint da average chick, im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45 pass 6, and u 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 aint eva wry, see im foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] 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 [Verse 4: Fat Joe (With Lil jon in back round)] No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me 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 Nnniz 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 mother .... 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 mother... [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz 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 [Hook: Lil Jon] Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, lean back, lean back, lean back lean back I Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, lean back, lean back, lean back lean back (Hey!) Fat Joe - Lean Back Lyrics {Lil john} Stop … its da muthafuckin remix … {Mase} Ah yeah Harlem's back Who in da world wanna problem wit dat I hear Harlem's back Who in da world wanna problem wit dat Ah yeah Harlem's back Who in da world wanna problem wit dat I hear Harlem's back Who in da world wanna problem wit dat {Lil John} Let's go {Fat joe} X2 I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants 'n' Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.(with Lil Jon) Come on {Mase} Yo yo yo You know it's deja vu, 'n' da day y'all do… It'd be da day y'all bleed Rich minus 80 degrees King of Harlem, ain't nobody made me leave Who else can take 5 years off Cold turkey, come back to fly lids off Cats front, leave 'em leanin' like smirrnoff If haters wanna hate then it's their loss Come up in da rucka wit all my jigs on Got grills so big you can cook a steak on.. People here may storm when they get da Mase on You a hot 16, i'm a very great song They beatin' on da DJ before the Mase song You play Clark Kent, You'd better have your cape on, Plenty goons, mansion, many rooms My necklace, two X's, 'n' three benny boons, lean back {Fat Joe} I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants 'n' Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. Come on {Mase} Lean back, lean back, cuz he's back {Fat Joe} I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants 'n' Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. Come on {Lil John} Emineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem wusssup {Eminem} You don't want no problems wit Harlem You don't want no problems wit da boogie down Bronxster You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber Original Don gotta of da blonde bottle, tha model. For white America, Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino Now we got Mase back, to represent everything else in between Including da percentage of da rest, we dope! Da best from each coast to mid-west to da Dirty dirty (with Lil John) Even further to Miami, All da way back to Californ-i-a It'd probably best right now if I warned Dre. Get on a horn and tell him about da storm comin' all our way So tell a pal grab a gal right now, get on da floor why wait? Shake dat ass a lil more my way Well baby, I don't dance Not that I can't, there's a pistol in my pants {Fat Joe} X2 I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants 'n' Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. Come on {Pathos} No Judas, or Camadis, or Cane's brother Able was ever able to stop me (all) not me I got the streets asking damn who could top P. Summer Jam, killed it man, and did it all wit one beat I guess I'm bi-coastal now Took a damn South brother to bring your boy out As da wheel keep spinnin', i can hear niggaz thinkin' crack at one hit benny out No (with Eminem) Joey bring 'em semi's out Force you 'n' yours pour lil Henney out So much rappers actin' in da game I had to tell 'em put the mic away 'n' run 'n' go 'n' get your Emmies out. Lean back mothafuckas This here's a three-peat. we back at da rucka This cook coke crack preach it to your brother, The mic more rap than preachin' your mother fucker {Fat Joe} X2 I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants 'n' Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. Come on {Lil John} I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull out our gats 'n' blow your block away. lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. Hey I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull out our gats 'n' blow your block away. lean back, lean back, lean back, lean baaaaaaack heyyyy Fat Joe - Lean Back Lyrics [Intro - Fat Joe] Owwwu! Yeah! My niggaz! Uh-huh! Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man! Feel 'dis shit right here! Scott Storch nigga! Yeah Khalid, I see you, nigga! Show Big-Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo! [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about'cha faults, or mishappenins, nigga. We from Da Bronx, New York... Shit happens. Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place. Half da niggaz in 'da squad got a scar on dey face. It's a cold world, and dis is ice. Half a mill' for da charm, nigga, dis is life. Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave. Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad. As a youngin, I was too much to cope with. Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me "Cook Coke" shit. Should'a been called Don Robbery, Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny. I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle. Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble. Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit. Fat nigga with da shotty was "The Logo Kid". [Chorus] Said my niggaz dont dance, We just pull up our pants and, Do da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. I said my niggaz don't dance, We just pull up our pants and, Do 'da Roc-away. Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back. (Come on!) [Verse 2 - Remy] R to the E'zzie', M to the whiz-zY, My arms stay breezy, The Don stays fizz-zY, Got a date at 8, I’m in the 740'fizz-ive, And I just bought a bike, so I can ride till I die, Wit' a matchin' jacket, Bout' to cop me a mansion, My niggas in 'da club, but you know 'dey not dancin'. We gANGSTA, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie, So nevermind how we got in here, Wit' burners 'n hoodies. Listen, we don't pay admission, And da bouncers dont check us, And we walk around 'da metal detectors. And there really aint a need for a VIP section, In 'da middle of da dance floor, Reckless; Check it! Said He Like my necklace, started relaxin now, Dats what da fuck I call a chain reaction. See, money aint a thang nigga, We still da same niggaz, Flows just changed Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, nigga. [Repeat Chorus - 1X] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] Now we livin' betta' now, Gucci sweata' now. And 'dat G4 could fly through, Any weatha' now. See, niggaz get tight, When you wurf' some millions. 'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla; 'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's. You can find Joe Crack at all type 'a shit, Out at Vegas, front row 'ta all 'da fights n' shit, If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel. 'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real. If you cross 'da line, damn right I'm gonna hurt'chu. These faggot niggaz even made gang-signs commercial. Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up, B2K crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up. Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker, Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Rucker, Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis, My niggaz didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship. [Repeat Chorus - 1X] [Outro - Fat Joe] Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!) Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!) Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever... (Can you hear me?!) Uh! Yeah! Streetz is ours, come on! Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop... Serge! Raoul! J.B., Fat Ed, come on! Uh! Fat Joe - Lean Back Lyrics (feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin) [Lil Jon] Stop! I'ts the mother fucking remix [Mase] 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? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] 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 [Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do (Wus up!) It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (tell em!) Who else could take 5 years off Cold turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey!) Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff (What!) If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!) Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!) You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What!) Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (come on) [Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!) [Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)] You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah!) You don't want no drama with the blond bomber Original don dotta of the blond bottle The model (hey!) from white America Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Ma$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 (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 [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] 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!) [Remy Martin] Ayo, remy pop but im hot, Like an out of state spot, and any body think im not, your found in a vacant lot, you dont really wanna run wit da one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess, da castle hill i aint luncheon, now its on it 4 da terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and remy ma, its the hottest chick, in this game wont it, mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it, quik 2 flip, i aint da average chick, im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45 pass 6, and u 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 aint eva wry, see im foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 Niggars 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 mother fucker 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 mother fucker [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] 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 [Lil Jon] 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!) |
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