Chords for Lean Back (Remix) - Fat Joe Feat. Lil Jon ft. Eminem ft. Mase ft. Remy Martin
Tempo:
126.9 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
E
Abm
Ab
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dbm] [Eb] Yo, you know every time you come home, [E] you got to merch [Eb] something?
[Abm] Stop!
It's the motherfucking redneck!
[B] Yeah, Harlem and T [Eb].S.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
[Eb] I said my niggas don't fuck with Harlem.
[Ab]
You [E] know it's deja vu and the day y'all [Dbm] do, it'll be the [E] day y'all believe.
This money's 80 degrees.
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave.
Who [Bb] else could take [Eb] five years off?
Cold turkey, come back and fly lids off.
Cats front, leave them leaning [Gb] like Trian [Ab] off.
If haters want to hate, then they stay lost.
Come up in the [E] hookah with all my J's on.
Clock real so big, you can cook a steak on.
People hear Mace gone, wanna get their Mace on.
You a hot [Eb] 16, I'm a very great song.
They beating on the DJ before the Mace song.
You play clock and you better have your cape on.
Plenty booms, mansion, mini room.
[Ab] My necklace, [Ebm] two X's and three Benny [Abm] bones.
Lean back, [Eb] lean back, [Abm] lean back, your C's back.
Lean back, lean back, [E] lean back, your C's back.
[Abm] You don't want no problems with [E] Harlem.
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronx.
You don't want no drama with the [Ebm] blonde parma.
Original Don Tata of [Eb] the blonde bottle.
The model [Abm] for white America.
[Bb] Then Joe, the spokesperson [Ebm] for the Latino.
[Db] Then we got [Abm] Mace back, the referees and [Ebm] everything else in between.
Including the percentages [Ab] of the rest we don't.
The best from each [Eb] coast.
The Midwest to the dirty, dirty.
Even further to Miami.
All the way back to California.
[Bb] It'd probably [Ebm] be best right now if I won't trade.
[Eb] Get on the Harlem with him, tell him about the storm coming all our way.
So tell the pack, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait.
[Abm] Shake that ass a [B] little more my way.
But baby I don't dance, [Eb] not that I can't.
There's a pistol in my pants.
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.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway.
Now lean back, lean back, lean [E] back, lean back, [Eb] lean back.
Ain't no Grammy pot, but I'm hot like an out of state spot.
[Db] And anybody think I'm not, [E] you found in a vacant lot.
You don't really want to run with the one chick who smoke dutches for lunches.
The castle hill, I ain't lunch chick.
Now there for the terror squad.
Fun prospects, sunshine, get it cracking.
Remy Ma, it's not a chick and it's gang wanting.
A [Ab] 15 so mean, put 20 G's in my [Abm] chain on it.
[Db] Quit the flip, I ain't the average chick.
I'm packing a Mac in the [E] back of the 45 past six.
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country.
And these dudes disrespecting pun he.
Better plan a run, see you bring your [Dbm] mans and then we handle them.
Then we go on [Db] Timberland, trample them.
Then we pull the [Abm] cans on them.
Lean back, cause I ain't never worried.
See I'm the average glory smacking up any chick [Eb] in my territory.
I said my [Eb] 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,
[E] lean back, lean back, come on.
No Judas, a comedist, a king's brother Abel is able to stop [Eb] me.
Nigga, not me.
Got the streets asking damn who can top he.
Summer jam, Kilted Manor did it all with one beat.
I guess I'm by coast through now.
Took a damn south brother to bring your boy out.
As the wheel keeps spinning, I can [Ab] hear niggas thinking crack at one hit, [E] then he out.
Nope, Joey bring them semis out.
Force you and your ass Paul, Lil Henny out.
With so much rappers acting in the game, I had to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your Emmy's out.
[Eb]
Lean back, motherfucker, this here's a three-peat.
We back at [Abm] the rucka.
This kick [Dbm] your crack, preach it to your brother, the mic [Eb] more rap.
I'm teaching you motherfuckers.
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.
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.
[Abm]
[N]
[Abm] Stop!
It's the motherfucking redneck!
[B] Yeah, Harlem and T [Eb].S.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
[Eb] I said my niggas don't fuck with Harlem.
[Ab]
You [E] know it's deja vu and the day y'all [Dbm] do, it'll be the [E] day y'all believe.
This money's 80 degrees.
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave.
Who [Bb] else could take [Eb] five years off?
Cold turkey, come back and fly lids off.
Cats front, leave them leaning [Gb] like Trian [Ab] off.
If haters want to hate, then they stay lost.
Come up in the [E] hookah with all my J's on.
Clock real so big, you can cook a steak on.
People hear Mace gone, wanna get their Mace on.
You a hot [Eb] 16, I'm a very great song.
They beating on the DJ before the Mace song.
You play clock and you better have your cape on.
Plenty booms, mansion, mini room.
[Ab] My necklace, [Ebm] two X's and three Benny [Abm] bones.
Lean back, [Eb] lean back, [Abm] lean back, your C's back.
Lean back, lean back, [E] lean back, your C's back.
[Abm] You don't want no problems with [E] Harlem.
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronx.
You don't want no drama with the [Ebm] blonde parma.
Original Don Tata of [Eb] the blonde bottle.
The model [Abm] for white America.
[Bb] Then Joe, the spokesperson [Ebm] for the Latino.
[Db] Then we got [Abm] Mace back, the referees and [Ebm] everything else in between.
Including the percentages [Ab] of the rest we don't.
The best from each [Eb] coast.
The Midwest to the dirty, dirty.
Even further to Miami.
All the way back to California.
[Bb] It'd probably [Ebm] be best right now if I won't trade.
[Eb] Get on the Harlem with him, tell him about the storm coming all our way.
So tell the pack, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait.
[Abm] Shake that ass a [B] little more my way.
But baby I don't dance, [Eb] not that I can't.
There's a pistol in my pants.
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.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway.
Now lean back, lean back, lean [E] back, lean back, [Eb] lean back.
Ain't no Grammy pot, but I'm hot like an out of state spot.
[Db] And anybody think I'm not, [E] you found in a vacant lot.
You don't really want to run with the one chick who smoke dutches for lunches.
The castle hill, I ain't lunch chick.
Now there for the terror squad.
Fun prospects, sunshine, get it cracking.
Remy Ma, it's not a chick and it's gang wanting.
A [Ab] 15 so mean, put 20 G's in my [Abm] chain on it.
[Db] Quit the flip, I ain't the average chick.
I'm packing a Mac in the [E] back of the 45 past six.
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country.
And these dudes disrespecting pun he.
Better plan a run, see you bring your [Dbm] mans and then we handle them.
Then we go on [Db] Timberland, trample them.
Then we pull the [Abm] cans on them.
Lean back, cause I ain't never worried.
See I'm the average glory smacking up any chick [Eb] in my territory.
I said my [Eb] 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,
[E] lean back, lean back, come on.
No Judas, a comedist, a king's brother Abel is able to stop [Eb] me.
Nigga, not me.
Got the streets asking damn who can top he.
Summer jam, Kilted Manor did it all with one beat.
I guess I'm by coast through now.
Took a damn south brother to bring your boy out.
As the wheel keeps spinning, I can [Ab] hear niggas thinking crack at one hit, [E] then he out.
Nope, Joey bring them semis out.
Force you and your ass Paul, Lil Henny out.
With so much rappers acting in the game, I had to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your Emmy's out.
[Eb]
Lean back, motherfucker, this here's a three-peat.
We back at [Abm] the rucka.
This kick [Dbm] your crack, preach it to your brother, the mic [Eb] more rap.
I'm teaching you motherfuckers.
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.
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.
[Abm]
[N]
Key:
Eb
E
Abm
Ab
Ebm
Eb
E
Abm
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Eb] Yo, you know every time you come home, [E] you got to merch [Eb] something?
[Abm] Stop!
It's the motherfucking redneck!
[B] Yeah, Harlem and T [Eb].S.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
[Eb] I said my niggas don't fuck with Harlem. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
You [E] know it's deja vu and the day y'all [Dbm] do, it'll be the [E] day y'all believe. _
This money's 80 degrees.
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave.
Who [Bb] else could take [Eb] five years off?
Cold turkey, come back and fly lids off.
Cats front, leave them leaning [Gb] like Trian [Ab] off.
If haters want to hate, then they stay lost.
Come up in the [E] hookah with all my J's on.
Clock real so big, you can cook a steak on.
People hear Mace gone, wanna get their Mace on.
You a hot [Eb] 16, I'm a very great song.
They beating on the DJ before the Mace song.
You play clock and you better have your cape on.
Plenty booms, mansion, mini room.
[Ab] My necklace, [Ebm] two X's and three Benny [Abm] bones.
Lean back, [Eb] lean back, [Abm] lean back, your C's back.
Lean back, lean back, [E] lean back, your C's back.
[Abm] You don't want no problems with [E] Harlem.
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronx.
You don't want no drama with the [Ebm] blonde parma.
Original Don Tata of [Eb] the blonde bottle.
The model [Abm] for white America.
[Bb] Then Joe, the spokesperson [Ebm] for the Latino.
[Db] Then we got [Abm] Mace back, the referees and [Ebm] everything else in between.
Including the percentages [Ab] of the rest we don't.
The best from each [Eb] coast.
The Midwest to the dirty, dirty.
Even further to Miami.
All the way back to California.
[Bb] It'd probably [Ebm] be best right now if I won't trade.
[Eb] Get on the Harlem with him, tell him about the storm coming all our way.
So tell the pack, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait.
[Abm] Shake that ass a [B] little more my way.
But baby I don't dance, [Eb] not that I can't.
There's a pistol in my pants.
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.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway.
Now lean back, lean back, lean [E] back, lean back, [Eb] lean back.
Ain't no Grammy pot, but I'm hot like an out of state spot.
[Db] And anybody think I'm not, [E] you found in a vacant lot.
You don't really want to run with the one chick who smoke dutches for lunches.
The castle hill, I ain't lunch chick.
Now there for the terror squad.
Fun prospects, sunshine, get it cracking.
Remy Ma, it's not a chick and it's gang wanting.
A [Ab] 15 so mean, put 20 G's in my [Abm] chain on it.
[Db] Quit the flip, I ain't the average chick.
I'm packing a Mac in the [E] back of the 45 past six.
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country.
And these dudes disrespecting pun he.
Better plan a run, see you bring your [Dbm] mans and then we handle them.
Then we go on [Db] Timberland, trample them.
Then we pull the [Abm] cans on them.
Lean back, cause I ain't never worried.
See I'm the average glory smacking up any chick [Eb] in my territory.
I said my [Eb] 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, _
[E] lean back, lean back, come on.
No Judas, a comedist, a king's brother Abel is able to stop [Eb] me.
Nigga, not me.
Got the streets asking damn who can top he.
Summer jam, Kilted Manor did it all with one beat.
I guess I'm by coast through now.
Took a damn south brother to bring your boy out. _
As the wheel keeps spinning, I can [Ab] hear niggas thinking crack at one hit, [E] then he out.
Nope, Joey bring them semis out.
Force you and your ass Paul, Lil Henny out.
With so much rappers acting in the game, I had to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your Emmy's out.
[Eb] _
Lean back, motherfucker, this here's a three-peat.
We back at [Abm] the rucka.
This kick [Dbm] your crack, preach it to your brother, the mic [Eb] more rap.
I'm teaching you motherfuckers.
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.
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. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
[Abm] Stop!
It's the motherfucking redneck!
[B] Yeah, Harlem and T [Eb].S.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Come on real, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I heard Harlem is back.
You know we have to do it.
Who in the world want a problem with that?
[Eb] I said my niggas don't fuck with Harlem. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
You [E] know it's deja vu and the day y'all [Dbm] do, it'll be the [E] day y'all believe. _
This money's 80 degrees.
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave.
Who [Bb] else could take [Eb] five years off?
Cold turkey, come back and fly lids off.
Cats front, leave them leaning [Gb] like Trian [Ab] off.
If haters want to hate, then they stay lost.
Come up in the [E] hookah with all my J's on.
Clock real so big, you can cook a steak on.
People hear Mace gone, wanna get their Mace on.
You a hot [Eb] 16, I'm a very great song.
They beating on the DJ before the Mace song.
You play clock and you better have your cape on.
Plenty booms, mansion, mini room.
[Ab] My necklace, [Ebm] two X's and three Benny [Abm] bones.
Lean back, [Eb] lean back, [Abm] lean back, your C's back.
Lean back, lean back, [E] lean back, your C's back.
[Abm] You don't want no problems with [E] Harlem.
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronx.
You don't want no drama with the [Ebm] blonde parma.
Original Don Tata of [Eb] the blonde bottle.
The model [Abm] for white America.
[Bb] Then Joe, the spokesperson [Ebm] for the Latino.
[Db] Then we got [Abm] Mace back, the referees and [Ebm] everything else in between.
Including the percentages [Ab] of the rest we don't.
The best from each [Eb] coast.
The Midwest to the dirty, dirty.
Even further to Miami.
All the way back to California.
[Bb] It'd probably [Ebm] be best right now if I won't trade.
[Eb] Get on the Harlem with him, tell him about the storm coming all our way.
So tell the pack, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait.
[Abm] Shake that ass a [B] little more my way.
But baby I don't dance, [Eb] not that I can't.
There's a pistol in my pants.
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.
I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway.
Now lean back, lean back, lean [E] back, lean back, [Eb] lean back.
Ain't no Grammy pot, but I'm hot like an out of state spot.
[Db] And anybody think I'm not, [E] you found in a vacant lot.
You don't really want to run with the one chick who smoke dutches for lunches.
The castle hill, I ain't lunch chick.
Now there for the terror squad.
Fun prospects, sunshine, get it cracking.
Remy Ma, it's not a chick and it's gang wanting.
A [Ab] 15 so mean, put 20 G's in my [Abm] chain on it.
[Db] Quit the flip, I ain't the average chick.
I'm packing a Mac in the [E] back of the 45 past six.
And you know I got enough goons to crush a country.
And these dudes disrespecting pun he.
Better plan a run, see you bring your [Dbm] mans and then we handle them.
Then we go on [Db] Timberland, trample them.
Then we pull the [Abm] cans on them.
Lean back, cause I ain't never worried.
See I'm the average glory smacking up any chick [Eb] in my territory.
I said my [Eb] 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, _
[E] lean back, lean back, come on.
No Judas, a comedist, a king's brother Abel is able to stop [Eb] me.
Nigga, not me.
Got the streets asking damn who can top he.
Summer jam, Kilted Manor did it all with one beat.
I guess I'm by coast through now.
Took a damn south brother to bring your boy out. _
As the wheel keeps spinning, I can [Ab] hear niggas thinking crack at one hit, [E] then he out.
Nope, Joey bring them semis out.
Force you and your ass Paul, Lil Henny out.
With so much rappers acting in the game, I had to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your Emmy's out.
[Eb] _
Lean back, motherfucker, this here's a three-peat.
We back at [Abm] the rucka.
This kick [Dbm] your crack, preach it to your brother, the mic [Eb] more rap.
I'm teaching you motherfuckers.
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.
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. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _