Lean Back Chords by Fat Joe

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[Verse]
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Stop It's the mother fucking remix
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Uh yea Harlem in tact
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Who in the world wanna problem with that
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For real I heard Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that
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Uh yea Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that
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You know I heard Harlem is back
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Who in the world wanna problem with that


[Chorus]
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Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back
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Come on
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I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back
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Come on


[Verse]
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Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
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And the day y'all do
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It'll be the day y'all bleed
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Wrist minus eighty degrees
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King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
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Who else could take five years off
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Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
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Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
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If haters wanna hate then its their loss
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Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
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Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
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People hear Mae call em' wanna get their mase on
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You hot sixteen I'm a very great song
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Been beating on the DJ before the Mae song
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You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on
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Plenty homes mansion many rooms
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My necklace two ex's and three Bentley bulls now lean back
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Lean back lean back 'cause he's back
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Lean back lean back lean back 'cause he's back
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You don't want no problems with Harlem
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You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
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You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
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Original don dotta of the blond bottle
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The model from white America
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Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
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Then we got Mae back to represent everything else in between including the
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Percentages of the press we don't
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The best from each coast
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The midwest to the dirty dirty
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Even further to Miami
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All the way back to CalifornIa
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It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
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Tell him about the storm coming all our way
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So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
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Shake that ass a little more my way
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But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants


[Chorus]
     Abm                                            
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back ■  lean back lean back
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I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back ■   ■ lean back lean back


[Verse]
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Ayo Remy pop but I'm hot
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Like an out of state spot
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And any body think I'm not
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You're found in a vacant lot
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You don't really wanna run wit the one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess
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The castle hill I ain't luncheon
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Now its on it four the terror squad pun prospect sunshine geddy crack and Remy Ma
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It's the hottest chick in this game want it
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Mah sixteen so mean put twenty g's and my chain on it
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Quik to flip
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I ain't the average chick
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Im packin' a mac in the back of the fortyfive pass six
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And you know I got enough goons to crush a country
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Any dude disrespectin' Pun he better play the run c
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Bring your mans and then we hands all him
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Then we pull timbaland trample 'em then we pull the cats in them
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Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry see I'm forever glory smackin' up any chick in my territory


[Chorus]
     Ebm                                            
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back
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I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
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And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back


[Verse]
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No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
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Nigga not me 
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Got the streets asking damn who can top P  
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Summer jam killed it man they did it all with one beat
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I guess I'm bicoastal now
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Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
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As the wheel keeps spinning
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I can hear niggas thinking crack got one hit then he out
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Nope Joey bring them semi's out
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Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
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So much rappers acting in the game
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I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out
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Lean back mother fucker
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This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
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It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
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The mic more rap and preach it you mother fucker


[Chorus]
     Abm                                            
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
                                            Db        E        
And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back
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I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
                                            E                   Abm
And do the rockaway now lean back lean back lean back lean back ■  


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