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[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 voodoo, no headless chicken Can dead his 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 Yao Ming [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 painters Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself, your very sick Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch run up on me at the light, you could lose your life Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La with 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? Humvee 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'll never make the news again, my man will shoot 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] Well watch me now Uh! Ho!, Ho! C'mon Do you want me to do it Well watch me now
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