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letra de lean back (remix) - lil jon & the east side boyz

[intro: lil jon]
stop! it’s the motherf-cking remix!

[intro: mase, lil jon, & fat joe]
uhh! yeah, harlem is back (yeah, yeah, ts)
who in the world want a problem with that? (fo’ real)
i heard harlem is back (you know we had to do the remix)
who in the world want a problem with that?
(yeah! eminem n-gga!)
uhh! yeah, harlem is back (yeah, lil jon n-gga!)
who in the world want a problem with that? (yeah, mason betha!)
i heard harlem is back (uh, yeah, fat joe! what?)
who in the world want a problem with that? (let’s go!)
yeah, uh, yo

[chorus: fat joe, lil jon, both]
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants (what?) and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on

[verse 1: ma$e & lil jon]
yo, yo, yo
you know it’s deja vu, and the day y’all do (wassup?)
it’ll be the day y’all bleed
wrist minus eighty degrees
king of harlem, ain’t n0body made me leave (tell’ em)
who else could take five years off?
cold turkey? come back and fly lears off (hey)
cats front leave them leaning like smirnoff (what?)
if haters wanna hate, then it’s their loss (yeah)
come up in the rucker with all my jake’s on (yeah)
car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah)
people hear ma$e call them wanna get their mase on
you hot 16, i’m a very great song (yeah)
they beating on the dj booth ‘fore the ma$e song (yeah)
you play clark kent, you better have your cape on (what?)
plenty homes mansion many rooms
my necklace, 2xs and three bentley bulls
lean back
[chorus: fat joe, lil jon, both]
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants (what?) and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back

[interlude 1: ma$e & lil jon]
lean back, lean back
’cause he’s back, come on
lean back, lean back, lean back
eminem, what’s up! hey!

[verse 2: eminem, lil jon, both]
you don’t want no problems with harlem
you don’t want no problems with the boogie-down bronxster (yeah)
you don’t want no drama with the blonde bomber
original don dada of the blonde bottle (yeah)
the model from white america
then joe, the spokesperson for the latino (yeah)
then we got ma$e back to re-per-e-sent (yeah, yeah, yeah)
e-ver-y-thing else in between (yeah)
including the percentages of the rest we don’t (hey)
the best from each coast, the midwest to the dirty-dirty
even further to miami, all the way back to californ-i-a (hey, hey)
it’d probably be best right now if i warn dre (yo dre)
to get on the h-rn and tell i’m about the storm coming all our way
so tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while i wait (woah)
shake that ass a little more my way, but baby, i don’t dance (come on)
not that i can’t, there’s a pistol in my pants, come on
[chorus: fat joe, lil jon, both]
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants (what?) and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on

[verse 4: fat joe, lil jon, both]
no judas or cowardice or cain’s brother
abel is able to stop me, n-gga, not me!
got the streets asking “d-mn, who can top p?”
summer jam? k!lled it, man, i did it all with one beat (uh)
i guess i’m bi-coastal now
took a down south brother to bring your boy out (what?!)
as the wheel keeps spinning
i can hear n-ggas thinking, “crack got one hit, then he out” (ohh)
nope! joey bring them semi’s out
force you and yours to pour a little henny out (come on)
so much rappers acting in the game
i had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your emmy’s out (uh)
lean back, motherf-ckers (yeah)
this here’s a three-peat, we back at the rucker
it’s cook coke crack, preach it to ya, brother
the mike moore rap and preach you motherf-ckers
[chorus: fat joe, lil jon, both]
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on
said my n-ggas don’t dance
we just pull up our pants (what?) and do the rockaway (yeah)
now lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back, come on

[outro: lil jon]
said my n-ggas don’t dance we just pull out our gats
and say blow your back away, f-ck n-gga
lean back, lean back
lean back, lean back
i said my n-ggas don’t dance we just pull out our gats
and say blow your back away, b-tch n-gga
lean back, lean back
lean back, hey

- lil jon the east side boyz

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