Stop! It's the mother****ing remix!

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 *****!)

Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back (Lil Jon *****!)

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!)

Said my *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Said my *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

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

Said my *****s 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 *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Eminem, what's up! Hey!

You don't want no problems with Harlem

You don't want no problems with the boogie-down Bronxster

You don't want no drama with the blonde bomber

Original Don Dada of the blonde 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 'im 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

Said my *****s 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 *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

No Judas or cowardice or Cain's brother

Abel is able to stop me, *****, 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 *****s 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****ers

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 mother****ers

Said my *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Said my *****s don't dance

We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Said my *****s don't dance we just pull out our gats

And say blow your back away, **** *****

Lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back

I said my *****s don't dance we just pull out our gats

And say blow your back away, ***** *****

Lean back, lean back

Lean back, lean back

HEY!