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

Stop

It's the mother fucking remix

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?

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

I 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

Yo yo yo yo its 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 Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very great song

Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song

You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on

Plenty homes mansion many rooms

My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back

Lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back (come on)

Lean back, lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back

You don't want no problems with Harlem

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

You don't want no drama with the blond bomber

Original don dotta of the blond bottle

The model 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

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

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

I 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)

Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot

Like an out of state spot

And any body think I'm not

You're found in a vacant lot

You don't really wanna run wit the one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess

The castle hill I ain't luncheon

Now its on it 4 the terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and Remy Ma

It's the hottest chick, in this game want it

Mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and my chain on it

Quik to flip

I ain't the average chick

Im packin' a mac in the back of the 45 pass 6

And you know I got enough goons to crush a country

Any dude disrespectin' Pun he better play the run c

Bring your mans, and then we hands all him,

Then we pull timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cats in them,

Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry, see I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my territory

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)

I 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)

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 one 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 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 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 it you mother fucker

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)

I 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)