Jay-Z - La, la, la (excuse me again) Lyrics
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- La, la, la (excuse me again) Lyrics
Album: [Jay-Z/{Pharell}] Wooo, wooo Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} Neptune tracks smoke like la la la {Hoooh} It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby C'mon [Hook] Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it} I'm the shit You should come {Do you want me to do it} Hang wit' me Basically {Do you want me to do it} Hold up, skip all the singin' lets get right tonight, mami {Well watch me now, uhh} [Verse One] I know my english ain't as modest as you like But come, get some, you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumb I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's+ son Ahhh, "I'll show you how to do this son" Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden He patented his self the rap JFK You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis Then hop ya ass out that S-class Lay back in that Maebach roll the best grass I ask, "Have you in your long-legged life Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?" Look but don't touch Muthafucka think twice 'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light? To smoke that la la la {Hoooh} Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby C'mon [Hook] We got brothers full of Arme' Mami's in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov' because they know dough When they see him, which be European If you're a te-en (ten) chances you're wit' he-em (him) If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em (them) Sick with the pen, nigga No physician in the world can fix him No prescription, you could prescribe to subside His affliction He's not a sane man, he's more like Rainman, twitchin' You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens Can dead his sickness No Ouiji board You can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+ This ain't +Chris Rock+ BITCH It's the Roc BITCH And I'm the franchise like a +Houston Rocket+ +Yao Ming+ (Nawimean) Still smokin' that la la la Memph Bleek still smokin' that la la la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby C'mon [Hook] Forget english, talk body language I be all over mamis like body painters Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself You're very sick Don't confuse me wit' Marbury out this bitch Run up on me at the light, You could lose your life Muhfuckas must be smokin' they la la la with crack Forty-five gun smoke, choke off that Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that Plus the Feds tappin' my music, ya'll get all that I'm THE public enemy number one Public enemy number two is my whole crew (ROC) And I ain't concerned wit' who like me Or who like you, that's gay I ain't into likin' dudes no way But get a pen I can tell you pricks my plans for the future I'll never make the news again My man'll shoot ya As we Smoke that la la la {Hoooh} Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five {Hoooh} It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it} I'm the shit You should come {Do you want me to do it} Hang wit' me Basically {Do you want...} Whoa, skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami [Pharell] Well watch me now, uhh Hoo Hoo C'mon Do you want me to do it Well watch me now, uhh Well watch me now, uhh
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