Fat Joe: Lean back (remix)

[Intro- Lil Jon]Stop! It's the mothafuckin remix![Lil Jon over Mase]Yeah!Yeah!Eminem nigga!Lil Jon nigga!Mase and Bethem!That is yours![Mase]Uh Ya Harlem is backWho in the world want a problem wit thatFor real I heard Harlem is backWho in the world want a problem wit thatUh ya real Harlem is backWho in the world want a problem wit thatUh I heard Harlem is backWho in the world want a problem wit that[Chorus x2- Fat Joe]I said my niggas don't danceWe just pull up our pantsAnd do the roc-a-wayNow lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back[Verse 1- Mase]Yo, yo, yo, we goin Deja VuThen the day ya'll doIt'll be the day ya'll bleedRich minus eighty degreesKing of Harlem ain't no body made me leaveWho else could take five years offCold turkey, come back, and fly leers offCats front they gonna leanin like smirnoffIf haters wanna hate then its their lossCome up in the rucka wit all my jigs onGot grills so big you can cook a steak onYou gonna hear Mase goneWhen they get a Mase onYou a hot 16, I'm a very great songIf beatin on the DJ before the Mase songHe play Clark Kent, you better have your cape onPlenty grooms, mansion many roomsMy neckless, two X's, and three benty boom (lean back)[Chorus x2- Fat Joe]I said my niggas don't danceWe just pull up our pantsAnd do the roc-a-wayNow lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back[Lil Jon]Eminem whats up![Verse 2- Eminem]You don't want no problems with HarlemYou don't want no problems wit da boogy down BronxtonYou don't want no drama wit da blonde bomberOriginal don gotta of the blonde bottle, the modelFor white america, then Joe, the spokesperson for the LatinoThen we got Mase back to represent everything else in betweenIncludin the percentages of the rest, we dopeThe best from each coast, the mid west to the dirty dirty!Even further to Miami, all the way back to Californ I AIt'll prolly be best right now if I warn Dre And get on the horn wit him tell him bout the storm comin all our waySo tell a pal grab a gal, right now get on the floor why waitShake that ass a lil more my way or baby I dont danceNot that I can, cuz of the pistol in my pants[Chorus x2- Fat Joe]I said my niggas don't danceWe just pull up our pantsAnd do the rock-awayNow lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back[Verse 3- Fat Joe]No Judas, a comadis Caine's brother Able to able to stop me nigga not me!Got the streets askin damn who could top PeteSummer Jam, killed it man did it all with one beatI guess I'm bi-coastal now, took a damn south brother to bring your boy outAs the wheel keep spinnin I can hear niggas thinkin crack i got one hit benny outNope Joey bring them semi's out of course you and yours pour a lil henny outSo much rappers actin in the game, I have to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your emmies outLean back mothafuckas, this here's a three beat, we back at the ruckaThis ??? crack preachin to your brother, the mic more rap, we perachin to you mothafuckas[Chorus x2- Fat Joe]I said my niggas don't danceWe just pull up our pantsAnd do the roc-a-wayNow lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back[Lil Jon]Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gatsAnd blow your back awaybitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backSay my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gatsAnd blow your backs awayBitch niggas lean back, lean back, lean back, lean backHey!