| Yeah!
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| Yeah!
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| Eminem nigga!
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| Lil Jon nigga!
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| Mason Betha!
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| That is yours!
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| Uh Ya Harlem is back
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| Who in the world want a problem wit that
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| For real I heard Harlem is back
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| Who in the world want a problem wit that
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| Uh ya real Harlem is back
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| Who in the world want a problem wit that
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| Uh I heard Harlem is back
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| Who in the world want a problem wit that
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| I said my niggas don’t dance
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| We just pull up our pants
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| And do the roc-a-way
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| Yo, yo, yo, we goin Deja Vu
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| Then the day ya’ll do
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| It’ll be the day ya’ll bleed
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| Rich minus eighty degrees
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| King of Harlem ain’t no body made me leave
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| Who else could take five years off
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| Cold turkey, come back, and fly leers off
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| Cats front they gonna leanin like smirnoff
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| If haters wanna hate then its their loss
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| Come up in the rucka wit all my jigs on
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| Got grills so big you can cook a steak on
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| You gonna hear Mase gone
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| When they get a Mase on
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| You a hot 16, I’m a very great song
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| If beatin on the DJ before the Mase song
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| He play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on
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| Plenty grooms, mansion many rooms
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| My neckless, two X’s, and three benty boom (lean back)
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| I said my niggas don’t dance
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| We just pull up our pants
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| And do the roc-a-way
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| Eminem whats up!
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| You don’t want no problems with Harlem
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| You don’t want no problems wit da boogy down Bronxton
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| You don’t want no drama wit da blonde bomber
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| Original don gotta of the blonde bottle, the model
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| For white america, then Joe,
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| the spokesperson for the Latino
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| Then we got Mase back to represent
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| everything else in between
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| Includin the percentages of the rest, we dope
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| The best from each coast, the mid west to the dirty dirty!
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| Even further to Miami,
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| all the way back to Californ I A
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| It’ll prolly be best right now if I warn Dre
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| And get on the horn wit him tell him
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| bout the storm comin all our way
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| So tell a pal grab a gal, right now get on the floor why wait
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| Shake that ass a lil more my way or baby I dont dance
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| Not that I can’t, there’s a pistol in my pants
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| I said my niggas don’t dance
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| We just pull up our pants
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| And do the rock-away
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| No Judas, a comadis Caine’s brother
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| Able to able to stop me nigga not me!
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| Got the streets askin damn who could top Pete
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| Summer Jam, killed it man did it all with one beat
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| I guess I’m bi-coastal now, took a
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| damn south brother to bring your boy out
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| As the wheel keep spinnin I can hear
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| niggas thinkin crack i got one hit benny out
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| Nope Joey bring them semi’s out of
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| course you and yours pour a lil henny out
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| So much rappers actin in the game,
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| I have to tell him put the mic away
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| and run and go and get your emmies out
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| Lean back mothafuckas, this here’s a three beat,
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| we back at the rucka
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| This cook coke crack preachin to your brother,
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| the mic more rap, we perachin to you mothafuckas
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| I said my niggas don’t dance
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| We just pull up our pants
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| And do the roc-a-way
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| Say my niggas don’t dance we just pull out our gats
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| And blow your back away
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| Bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| Say my niggas don’t dance we just pull out our gats
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| And blow your backs away
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| Bitch niggas lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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| Hey! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lean Back , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп