(feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin)
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[Intro: Lil Jon]
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Stop!
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I'ts the remix, What
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[Intro 2: Mase]
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Uh yea Harlem in tact
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Who in the world wanna problem with that?
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For real I heard Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that?
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Uh yea Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that?
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You know I heard Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that?
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[Lil Jon]
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Let's Go!
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[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]
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Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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[Verse 1: Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)]
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Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
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And the day ya'll do (Wus up!)
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It'll be the day ya'll bleed
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Wrist minus 80 degrees
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King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (tell em!)
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Who else could take 5 years off
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Cold turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey!)
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Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff (What!)
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If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!)
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Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!)
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Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!)
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People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
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You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!)
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Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!)
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You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What!)
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Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
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My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now
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Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (come on)
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[Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!)
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[Verse 2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)]
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You don't want no problems with Harlem
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You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah!)
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You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
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Original don dotta of the blond bottle
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The model (hey!) from white America
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Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
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Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
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percentages of the press we don't
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The best from each coast
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The midwest to the "dirty dirty"
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Even further to Miami
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All the way back to Californ-i-a (hey, hey!)
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It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
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tell him about the storm coming all our way
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So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
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Shake that a-- a little more my way
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But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants
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[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]
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Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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[Verse 3: Remy Martin]
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Ayo, remy pop but im hot,
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Like an out of state spot,
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and any body think im not,
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your found in a vacant lot,
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you dont really wanna run wit da one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess,
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da castle hill i aint luncheon,
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now its on it 4 da terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and remy ma,
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its the hottest chick, in this game wont it,
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mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it,
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quik 2 flip,
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i aint da average chick,
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im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45 pass 6,
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and u kno i got enough dudes to crush a country,
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any dude disrespectin pun he betta play da run c,
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bring your mans, and den we hands all him,
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den we pull timbaland tramplum, den we pull da cats in dem,
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lean bak cuz i aint eva wry, see im foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory
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[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]
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Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
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[Verse 4: Fat Joe (With Lil jon in back round)]
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No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
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Not me!
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| Got the streets asking damn who can top |
