Terror Squad - Lean Back (Instrumental) скачать mp3

[Intro- Lil Jon] Stop! It's the mothufucking remix! [Lil Jon over Mase] Yeah! Yeah! Eminem nigga! Lil Jon nigga! Mase and Bethem! That is yours! [Mase] Uh Ya Harlem is back Who in the world want a probem wit that For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem wit that Uh ya real Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem wit that Uh I heard Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem wit that [Chorus x2- Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance and We just pull up our pants And do the roc-a-way fuckers!!!! Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Verse 1- Mase] Yo we goin Deja Vu And the day ya'll due It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus eighty degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave Who else could take five years off Cold turkey, come back, and fly lids off Cats front leave 'em leanin' like smirnoff If haters wanna hate then its their loss Come up in the rucka wit all my jigs on Car grills so big you can cook a steak on People hear Mase gone When they get they Mase on You a hot 16, I'm a very great song If beatin on the DJ before the Mase song He play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on Plenty rooms, mansion many rooms My neckless, two X's, and three Benny Boom's (lean back) [Chorus x2- Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the roc-a-way Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Lil Jon] Eminem whats up! [Verse 2- Eminem] You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems wit da boogy down Bronxton You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber Original don gotta of the blonde bottle, the model For white america, then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Mase back to represent everything else in between Includin the percentages of the rest, we dope The best from each coast, the mid west to the dirty dirty! Even further to Miami, all the way back to Californ I A It'll prolly be best right now if I warn Dre And get on the horn wit him tell him bout the storm comin all our way So tell a pal grab a gal, right now get on the floor why wait Shake that ass a lil more my way but baby I dont dance Not that I can, there's a pistol in my pants [Chorus x2- Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the rock-away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Verse 3- Fat Joe] No Judas, or cowardice or Caine's brother Able is able to stop me nigga not me! Got the streets askin damn who could top Pete Summer Jam, killed it man did it all with one beat I guess I'm bi-coastal now, took a down south brother to bring your boy out As the wheel keep spinnin I can hear niggas thinkin crack i got one hit benny out Nope Joey bring them semi's out of course you and yours pour a lil henny out So much rappers actin in the game, I have to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your emmies out Lean back mothafuckas, this here's a three piece we back at the rucka Its joe crack preachin to your brother, the mic more rap, impeachin you mothafuckers [Chorus x2- Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants And do the roc-a-way Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Lil Jon] Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats And blow your block away fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats And blow your block away bitch niggas lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Hey!