Lean Back [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? 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 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 cake on Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back Said my niggaz 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 niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) 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!) 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 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!) Said my niggas 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 niggas 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