Mac Dre Follow

Have You Eva lyrics

(feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin)

[Lil Jon]

Stop!

I'ts the mother fucking remix

[Mase]

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?

[Lil Jon]

Let's Go!

[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

[Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)]

Yo yo yo yo its deja vu

And the day ya'll do (Wus up!)

It'll be the day ya'll bleed

Wrist minus 80 degrees

King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (tell em!)

Who else could take 5 years off

Cold turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey!)

Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff (What!)

If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!)

Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!)

Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!)

People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on

You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!)

Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!)

You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What!)

Plenty homes Mansion many rooms

My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now

Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (come on)

[Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!)

[Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)]

You don't want no problems with Harlem

You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah!)

You don't want no drama with the blond bomber

Original don dotta of the blond bottle

The model (hey!) 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 (hey, hey!)

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

[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

(Come on!)

[Remy Martin]

Ayo, remy pop but im hot,

Like an out of state spot,

and any body think im not,

your found in a vacant lot,

you dont really wanna run wit da one chick who smoke dutchess for lunchess,

da castle hill i aint luncheon,

now its on it 4 da terror squad, pun, prospect, sunshine, geddy, crack and remy ma,

its the hottest chick, in this game wont it,

mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it,

quik 2 flip,

i aint da average chick,

im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45 pass 6,

and u kno i got enough dudes to crush a country,

any dude disrespectin pun he betta play da run c,

bring your mans, and den we hands all him,

den we pull timbaland tramplum, den we pull da cats in dem,

lean bak cuz i aint eva wry, see im foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory

[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

[Fat Joe]

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 1 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 Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out

No 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 fucker

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 you mother fucker

[Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

[Lil Jon]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat

And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back

lean back

I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat

And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back

lean back

(Hey!)

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