Tytuł: La la la (Excuse me again)

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 256

  
   [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