Music Class: Fat Joe Remy Ma - Lean Back & Remix w/Mase, Eminem & Lil Jon???

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* good lawd looking back what SPECIFICALLY made this record such a damn hit?!?!?

The beat, the lyrics...the dance?

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[Intro: Fat Joe]
Owwwwww!!! Yeah! My niggas!
Throw your hands in the air right now, man!
Feel this shit right here! Scott Storch, nigga!
Yeah, Khaled, I see you, nigga
Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens
Nigga, we from the Bronx, New York; shit happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mill' for the charm, nigga, this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
As a youngin, was too much to cope with
Why you think muhfuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit?
Should've been called Armed Robbery
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit
Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid

[Hook: Fat Joe]
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
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!)

[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy
My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive
And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die
With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie
So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
Listen, we don't pay admission
And the bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
Said he liked my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
See, Money Ain't a Thing, nigga
We still the same niggas, flows just changed
Now we 'bout to change the game, nigga

[Hook: Fat Joe]
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
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!)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now, we living better now, Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any weather now
See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions
This is why I sport the chinchilla: to hurt they feelings
You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal
‘Cause half these rappers, they blow, like Derek Foreal
If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt you
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin', like, "That's what's up!"
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship

[Hook: Fat Joe]
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
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!)

 

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Yo
You know every time you come home
You got to murk somethin'
[Lil Jon]
Stop! It's the motherfucking remix!

[Intro: Mase & (Lil Jon)]
Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back (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***a!)
Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back (Lil Jon n***a!)
Who in the world want a problem with that? (Mason Betha!)
I heard Harlem is back (Fat Joe!)
Who in the world want a problem with that? (Let's go!)

[Hook: Fat Joe]
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
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

[Verse 1: Mase]
You know it's 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 Mase call them wanna get their mase on
You hot 16, I'm a very great song
They beating on the DJ booth 'fore the Mase song
You play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2Xs and three Bentley bulls
Lean back, Lean back, Lean back
Cause he's back come on
Lean back, Lean back Lean back
Cause he's back come on

[Lil Jon]
Eminem, what's up! Hey!

[Verse 2: Eminem]
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronxter
You don't want no drama with the blonde bomber
Original Don Dada of the blond bottle, the model from White America
Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Mase back to re-per-e-sent
E-ver-y-thing else in between
Including the percentages of the rest 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'd probably be best right now if I warn Dre
To get on the horn and tell him about the storm coming all our way
So tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I 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
Come on

[Hook]
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
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

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
No Judas or cowardice or 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 bi-coastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out (What?!)
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, motherfuckers
This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
It's Cook Coke Crack, preach it to ya, brother
The mic more rap and preach you motherfuckers

[Hook]
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
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

[Outro: Lil Jon]
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats
And say blow your back away, fuck nigga
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
I said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats
And say blow your back away, bitch nigga
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
HEY!

 

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