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Terror Squad
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Lean Back Remix
作詞:Mason Betha, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Marshall Mathers, Jonathan H Smith, Remy Kioni Smith
Stop, it's the motherfucking 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 Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Let's go
Said, my niggaz 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 niggaz 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, 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 it's 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
Said, my niggaz 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 niggaz don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on)
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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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 California It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get An 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 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 niggers thinking Crack got one hit then he out
No Joey bring them semis 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, motherfucker 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 motherfucker
Said, my niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
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