{Lil jon}
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Stop ¡¦ its da muthafuckin remix ¡¦
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{Mase}
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Ah yeah Harlem's back
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Who in da world wanna problem wit dat
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I hear Harlem's back
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Who in da world wanna problem wit dat
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Ah yeah Harlem's back
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Who in da world wanna problem wit dat
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I hear Harlem's back
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Who in da world wanna problem wit dat
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{Lil Jon}
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Let's go
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{Fat joe} X2
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants 'n'
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Do 'da Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.(with Lil Jon)
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Come on
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{Mase}
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Yo yo yo
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You know it's deja vu, 'n' da day y'all do¡¦
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It'd be da day y'all bleed
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Rich minus 80 degrees
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King of Harlem, ain't nobody made me leave
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Who else can take 5 years off
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Cold turkey, come back to fly lids off
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Cats front, leave 'em leanin' like smirrnoff
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If haters wanna hate then it's their loss
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Come up in da rucka wit all my jigs on
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Got grills so big you can cook a steak on..
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People here may storm when they get da Mase on
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You a hot 16, i'm a very great song
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They beatin' on da DJ before the Mase song
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You play Clark Kent,
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You'd better have your cape on,
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Plenty goons, mansion, many rooms
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My necklace, two X's, 'n' three benny boons, lean back
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{Fat Joe}
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants 'n'
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Do 'da Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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Come on
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{Mase}
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Lean back, lean back, cuz he's back
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{Fat Joe}
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants 'n'
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Do 'da Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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Come on
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{Lil John}
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Emineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem wusssup
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{Eminem}
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You don't want no problems wit Harlem
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You don't want no problems wit da boogie down Bronxster
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You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber
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Original Don gotta of da blonde bottle, tha model.
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For white America, Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino
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Now we got Mase back, to represent everything else in between
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Including da percentage of da rest, we dope!
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Da best from each coast to mid-west to da
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Dirty dirty (with Lil John)
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Even further to Miami,
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All da way back to Californ-i-a
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It'd probably best right now if I warned Dre.
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Get on a horn and tell him about da storm comin' all our way
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So tell a pal grab a gal right now, get on da floor why wait?
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Shake dat ass a lil more my way
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Well baby, I don't dance
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Not that I can't, there's a pistol in my pants
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{Fat Joe} X2
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants 'n'
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Do 'da Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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Come on
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{Pathos}
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No Judas, or Camadis, or Cane's brother Able was ever able to stop me
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(all) not me
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I got the streets asking damn who could top P.
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Summer Jam, killed it man, and did it all wit one beat
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I guess I'm bi-coastal now
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Took a damn South brother to bring your boy out
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As da wheel keep spinnin', i can hear niggaz thinkin' crack at one hit benny out
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No (with Eminem)
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Joey bring 'em semi's out
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Force you 'n' yours pour lil Henney out
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So much rappers actin' in da game
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I had to tell 'em put the mic away 'n' run 'n' go 'n' get your Emmies out.
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Lean back mothafuckas
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This here's a three-peat. we back at da rucka
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This cook coke crack preach it to your brother,
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The mic more rap than preachin' your mother fucker
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{Fat Joe} X2
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull up our pants 'n'
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Do 'da Roc-away.
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Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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Come on
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{Lil Jon}
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull out our gats 'n'
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blow your block away.
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fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
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Hey
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I said my niggaz don't dance,
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We just pull out our gats 'n'
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blow your block away.
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bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean baaaaaaack
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heyyyy
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Lean Back (remix) Fat joe ft. Eminem, Mase, Lil John, Pathos.
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| Fat Joe |
