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Lyric La, La, La (Excuse Me Again)


[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C mon)
Excuse me miss, I m the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let s get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
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 bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I m Oprah s son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don t mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolo s boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, 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
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It s the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C mon
Excuse me miss, I m the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let s get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami s in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo s
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He s not a sane man, he s more like the Reign Man twitchin
You can t Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian foodle, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can t see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain t Chris Rock bitch, it s the ROC bitch
And I m the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yah Mean

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C mon
Excuse me miss, I m the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let s get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami s like body paintigs
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don t confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthafucka s must be smokin they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let s get back to the music, I ain t with all that
Plus the fedz tappin my music, yall get all that?
I m THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain t down with who like me or who like you
That s gay, I ain t into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my manage use ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It s the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C mon
Excuse me miss, I m the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let s get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now