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

Stop It's the mother****ing remix

Uh yeah, 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 yeah, 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?

Let's go

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"

Yo yo yo yo, 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 'em wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very great song

Been beating on the DJ before the Mase song

You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on

Plenty homes Mansion many rooms

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

Lean back, lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back, lean 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 Mase 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 California

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"

Aye yo, remy pop but I'm hot like an out of state spot

And anybody think I'm not, you're 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, suns*ine

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 know I got enough dudes to crush a country

Any dude disrespectin' pun he betta play da run C

Bring your man's, and den we hands all him

Den we pull timbaland tramplum, den we pull da cats in dem

Lean back 'cuz I ain't eva worry, see I'm foreva glory

Smakin' up any chick in mah 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"

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"

No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel

Is able to stop me, b*****s 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 niggas 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****er

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****er

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"