[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
Its the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (Cmon)
Excuse me miss, Im the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing lets get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 1]
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 thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like Im Oprahs son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young dont mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolos 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 dont 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
Its the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
Cmon
Excuse me miss, Im the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing lets get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, 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 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
Hes not a sane man, hes more like the Reign Man twitchin
You cant Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian foodle, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You cant see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This aint Chris Rock bitch, its the ROC bitch
And Im the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
YahMean
[Chorus 3]
Still smokin that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
Its the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
Cmon
Excuse me miss, Im the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing lets get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like body paintigs
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Dont confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthafuckas must be smokin they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Lets get back to the music, I aint with all that
Plus the fedz tappin my music, yall get all that?
Im THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I aint down with who like me or who like you
Thats gay, I aint 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
Its the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
Cmon
Excuse me miss, Im the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing lets get right tonight
Mami
[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
Cmon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

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