WHOO! [Hook] Memph Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO) Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO) Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO) Its the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby Cmon! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, Im the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up, skip all the singin lets get right tonight mami [Jay-Z] I know my English aint as modest as you like But come, get some, you little bums I take the cake from under the bakers thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the weight like Im Oprahs son Uh, Ill show you how to do this son Young dont mess with chicks in Burberry paddings Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh) He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis Then, hop ya ass out that S-class Lay back in that 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 dont touch, motherfucker think twice Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light? [Hook] To smoke that la-la-la Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la Memph Bleek always smoking that la-la-la Its the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby Cmon! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, Im the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up, skip all the singin lets get right tonight mami [Jay-Z] We got brothers full of Armi, mamis in Manolo Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov because they know dough When they see him, whips be European If youre a ten, chances youre with him If youre a five, you know you ridin with them Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his affliction Hes not a sane man, hes more like reign man - twitchin You cant rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness No Ouija board, you cant see me dog, nigga you CB-4 This aint Chris Rock bitch, its the R.O.C. bitch And Im the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming! [Hook] Still smokin that la-la-la Memph Bleek still smokin that la-la-la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five Its the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby Cmon! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, Im the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up, skip all the singin lets get right tonight mami [Verse Three: Kanye West] She playin she hate when Im name droppin So when I talk rap, she gon change topics But I got a plan B thats planned out, for when things dont pan out Hov tellin ya mind brother, Ima play shy brother So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe? Then Ima try bag the ones that got kicked out the group I figured thatll be simple, Ill just help em with their demo Help em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential And I - rubbed bout every essential That have fun breakin her fundamentals Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney and Remi and weed, til she higher than Hilliam [Hook] If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five Its the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby Cmon! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, Im the shit You should come, hang with me, basically WHOA, skip all the singin lets get right tonight, mami
Artist: Jay-z Kanye West
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