Eminem - Lean Back (Remix) Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Fat Joe, Lil Jon, Mase, Eminem, Remy Ma

Lyrics:

Stop!
It’s the mother f*cking 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?

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 f*cker
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 f*cker