JAY-Z - La-La-La (Excuse Me Miss Again) lyrics

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Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la
Neptunes tracks smoke like la la la
It's the Roc, baby sing our lullaby (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

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 and two it up from one
Then I moved the weight like I'm Oprah, son
Uhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks
In Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He patterns his-self, the rap JFK
You wanna pass for my Jacqueline 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, motherfucker
Think twice 'Cause this gat that I clutch
Gotta little red light need a light?

(To smoke that la la la)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la
Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la
It's the Roc, mami sing our lullaby 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

We got bottles full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If you're a 10 chances you're with him
If you're a 5 you know you riding 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 Rain Man
Twitching you can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his sickness, no Ouija board
You can't see me, dog nigga, ya CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch - it's the Roc
Bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket
Yao Ming?

Still smoking that la la la
Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the 45
It's the Roc, baby sing our lullaby 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

Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like body paint is
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light
You could lose your life
Motherfuckers must be smoking 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 tapping my music
- y'all get all that?
I'm the public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (ROC)
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 man'll shoot ya

As we smoke that la la la
Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the 45
It's the Roc, bitch sing our lullaby c'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me, basically
Whoa! Skip all the singing
Let's get right tonight, mami

Do you want me to do it?