Jay-ZLa, La, La (Excuse Me Again) [Bonus Track]

Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la (Hoo) Beanie Sigel always smoking that la, la, la (Hoo) Neptunes track smoke like la, la, la (Hoo) It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (Do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (Do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now, uhh) 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 thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Uhh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (Un, uh) He padded himself the rap J F K You wanna pass for my Jaqueline 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? (Uhh) Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think twice 'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light? To smoke that la, la, la (Hoo) Beanie Sigel always smoking that la, la, la (Hoo) Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la (Hoo) It's the ROC mami, sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (Do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (Do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now, uhh) We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov' because they know dough When they see him, which be European If you're a teen chances you're wit him (Ten) If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him No prescription you could prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin' You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens Can dead his sickness (Whoo) No Ouija 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 Nawimean (Yao Ming) Still smoking that la, la, la Memph Bleek still smoking that la, la, la Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (Do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (Do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami (Come on now, uhh) 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 Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack .45 gun smoke, choke off that Back to the music, I ain't wit all that Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all that I'm the public industry number one Public industry number two is my whole crew R O C And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, 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 never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya As we, smoke that la, la, la (Hoo) Memphis Bleek always smoking that la, la, la (Hoo) Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five (Hoo) It's the ROC bitch, sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (Do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (Do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami (Come on now, uhh) Do you want me to do it Come watch me now, uhh
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