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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
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