Lean Back
Fat Joe Feat. Eminem & Mase Lyrics
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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
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
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 cape on
Plenty homes mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
Lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back (come on)
Lean back, lean back, lean back, 'cause he's back
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)
Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot
Like an out of state spot
And any body think I'm not
You're found in a vacant lot
You don't really wanna run wit the one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess
The castle hill I ain't luncheon
Now its on it 4 the terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and Remy Ma
It's the hottest chick, in this game want it
Mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and my chain on it
Quik to flip
I ain't the average chick
Im packin' a mac in the back of the 45 pass 6
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country
Any dude disrespectin' Pun he better play the run c
Bring your mans, and then we hands all him,
Then we pull timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cats in them,
Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry, see I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my territory
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)
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 one 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 niggas thinking crack got one hit then he out
Nope, 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 it 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 (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)
"Lean Back" is a song that was performed by American rapper Fat Joe featuring American rappers Eminem and Mase. The song is written by the three artists along with its producer Scott Storch. It was released in August 2004 and became a huge success, reaching number one on the US Billboard Hot 100 and becoming a chart-topper in other countries in the world including Canada and the UK. The song has its concept derived from the dance of the same name that originated from the rockaway methods. The concept of the song revolves around not being too serious, dancing and having fun, and, of course, staying cool.
Fat Joe kicks off the song with nostalgia about his past, where he mentions how kids used to carry guns around and how many of the people he grew up with sport scars on their faces. Fat Joe emphasizes that he has come a long way from his criminal past, mentioning how he's been legitimately making money for the past ten years. He concludes his verse with an explanation of the origin of his nickname Cook Coke shit.
Mase continues with boasting about his wealth, mentioning how he owns a mansion, drives a BMW 740i, and has recently bought a bike. He justifies and explains why people see him and his cohorts in clubs but not dancing to boogie tracks. In contrast, Eminem comes in with angry energy, detailing the way he walks into the club with metal detectors, going through without being checked, and how he has a fascination with naked women. Eminem’s part adds a gritty edge to the otherwise fun track.
These artists do a fantastic job at passing a message without necessarily getting too serious. They communicate to the audience about the need to stay cool, enjoy life, and keep things light.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't give a fuc* about your faults or mishappens nigga
I don't care about your mistakes or problems, we're from the Bronx and rough things happen here
Kids clappin, love to spark the place
Children shoot guns in our neighborhood and love to start trouble
Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face
Many of the people I hang out with have scars as a result of violence
It's a cold world and this is ice
The world is harsh and unforgiving, and this is how we survive
Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life
I spent $500,000 on a piece of jewelry, this is how we live our lives
Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave
I have my luxury car parked outside my building on Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
I have been living a lawful life for ten years, but people still think I am a criminal
Shoulda been called Armed Robbery, Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny
I have committed a lot of serious crimes, but those are not my nicknames
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
I have committed every type of crime and I am the mastermind behind it all
Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble
As long as I knew that my group of friends and I would succeed, we could get through anything
Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit
I started my music career with a hit song called 'Flow Joe'
Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!
My logo was a chubby guy holding a shotgun
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
My friends and I don't dance, we just adjust our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
We do a dance called the rockaway and lean back while doing it
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizzive
I have a date at 8 pm and am driving my BMW 740i
My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin
My friends are at the club, but they are not dancing
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies
We are gangsters who don't know how to dance
So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
Don't worry about how we got into the club with our guns and hoodies on
Listen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us
We don't have to pay to get into the club, and the bouncers don't bother checking us
And we - walk around the metal detectors
We avoid walking through the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
We don't need a VIP section since we are already treated like VIPs
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
We don't care where we dance, and we do it recklessly
Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
Our style of music has changed and we are going to revolutionize the industry
Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now
Now we are living the high life, wearing expensive Coogi sweaters
And that G4 can fly through any weather now
I can travel on my private jet regardless of bad weather
This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
I wear a chinchilla coat to make others feel inferior and jealous
Cause half these rappers they Blow like Derek Pharrell
Many rappers are not successful in their careers
If you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt ya
If you mess with me, I will harm you
These faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercial
Even gay people are using gang signs as a trend
Kay keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker
My friend Kay keeps asking me to talk about playing basketball at the Rucker Park courts in NY
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
Even a legendary basketball player like Pee Wee Kirkland could not have foreseen my success
My niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!
My crew didn't have to play basketball to become winners
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh
Shoutout to the Bronx, Terror Squad and the BX borough
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever
Big Pun and Tone Montana are never forgotten
Streets is ours, come on
We own the streets
Nah man, it ain't never gon stop
This lifestyle is never going to end
Search Raul JB, Fat Ant come on
Look up my friends Raul JB and Fat Ant
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joseph Cartagena, Remy Smith, Jonathan Smith, Marshall Mathers, Mason Betha
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@busyworksbeats
Em killed that verse !!
@20torres20
He also made the beat
@elliottbaker4406
he absolutely did
@originalJoeKing
@Blue WaffleZz No he didn't, Lil Jon did. The Stans are liking your comment too. Damn!
@20torres20
@Joe King they both did
@jadesummers6412
EM KILLS EVERYTHING HE'S ON! PROPS TO MACE AS WELL, IF EM WASN'T ON THIS THEN I'D SAY MACE KILLED IT BUT SECOND TO EMINEM AIN'T NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT
@patrickwilds6531
Eminem flow is so sick 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤
@JohnSmith-pg9ns
Rap God
@shigshug8581
When Eminem took the mic..... I got goosebumps.
@azemvy420
Who’s here after fat joe said em sent 30 takes of his verse (same verse) with different highs and lows. 👑