Lean Back Lyrics - Fat Joe

Yo 

You know every time you come home 

You got to murk somethin' 

[Lil Jon] 

Stop! It's the motherfucking remix! 

[Intro: Mase & (Lil Jon)] 

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!) 

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[Hook: Fat Joe] 

Said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

Said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

[Verse 1: Mase] 

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 its 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 

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[Lil Jon] 

Eminem, what's up! Hey! 

[Verse 2: Eminem] 

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 ass 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 

[Hook] 

Said my niggas 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 niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

[Verse 3: Fat Joe] 

No Judas or cowardice or 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 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 niggas 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, motherfuckers 

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 motherfuckers 

[Hook] 

Said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

Said my niggas don't dance 

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway 

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back 

[Outro: Lil Jon] 

Said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats 

And say blow your back away, fuck nigga 

Lean back, lean back 

Lean back, lean back 

I said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats 

And say blow your back away, bitch nigga 

Lean back, lean back 

Lean back, lean back 

HEY!