After hearing feedback that Lil Jon was "the new guy" from street team people in the markets where he was attracting his biggest audiences – namely Atlanta, St. Louis, Memphis and Dallas – A&R at TVT, Bryan Leach, went to one of his Atlanta shows and was blown away by the immense energy of the experience.[7] Leach told HitQuarters: "It was like early Beastie Boys, when they had the energy of a rock group but they were rapping, and ... that energy is what crunk music is all about." Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz signed to TVT Records in 2001 and debuted there with Put Yo Hood Up, which combined previously released tracks with new ones. The group's first nationally played single was "Bia' Bia'", which featured rappers Ludacris, Too Short, Big Kapp, and Chyna Whyte.[1] "Bia' Bia'" peaked at No. 97 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 47 on the Billboard R&B chart.[6]
In 2002, the group released Kings of Crunk. "I Don't Give A..." was its first single; it featured Mystikal and Krayzie Bone and peaked at No. 50 on the R&B chart. The group's next single, a collaboration with fellow Atlanta hip hop group Ying Yang Twins titled "Get Low", became popular in nightclubs nationwide and reached the top ten of the Hot 100.Crunk Juice followed in 2004, led by "What U Gon' Do" featuring Lil' Scrappy. "What U Gon' Do" peaked at No. 22 on the Hot 100, No. 13 on the R&B chart, and No. 5 on the rap chart; its follow-up, "Lovers & Friends" featuring Usher and Ludacris, peaked at No. 3 (Hot 100), No. 2 (R&B), and No. 1 (rap).
(straight from wiki 31-7-15)
Lean Back
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz 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)
The song "Lean Back" by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz is a remix of the original song by Terror Squad. The opening lines of the song "stop, it's the mother fucking remix" sets the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics to the remix version talk about how Harlem is back and that no one wants to mess with them. The song boasts about the king of Harlem and how he has taken years off and come back stronger. The song talks about how he comes back and flies lears off, and if haters want to hate, it's their loss. The song also talks about how everyone wants to get their mase on and that he has been beating on DJ's before the mase song. The lyrics also talk about how the king of Harlem has plenty of homes and mansions with many rooms, and his necklace consists of two exes and three Bentley bulls.
The chorus "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" talks about how people in Harlem don't dance but do the rockaway and lean back. The song goes on to say that people don't want problems with Harlem and how they are the best from each coast, the midwest, and dirty dirty. The song talks about how it would be best for Dr. Dre to warn everyone about the storm coming their way. The song concludes by saying that the artist's pistol is in his pants and that he doesn't dance, and that this is a three-peat and that they are back at the Rucker.
Line by Line Meaning
Stop!
It's the mother fucking remix
Introducing the remix of the iconic song
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
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Harlem is back and the crew is here to defend it from anyone who has a problem with that fact
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
The group doesn't dance but does the rockaway while leaning back
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$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
A boastful rap about their accomplishments, fame, and fortune, and how they roll up to Rucker with all their crew, drive big cars, and attract people with their music
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
The model from white America
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$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
Listing off various iconic figures and places while affirming their dominance, while telling Dre to get ready for the storm that's coming their way
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 1 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 Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out
No 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 you mother fucker
They're unbreakable, killing it on the beat with only one beat, and not even Judas or Abel could stop them. They represent a friendship between different regions of the country and always have a trick up their sleeves
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!)
Repeating the refrain that the group doesn't dance but do the rockaway while leaning back
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
Lean back
I Said my niggas don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
Lean back
Hey
Asserting that their crew pulls out guns when threatened or disrespected
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joseph Cartagena, Remy Smith, Jonathan Smith, Marshall Mathers, Mason Betha
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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