Jay-z - Excuse Me Miss Again Remix ft. Kanye West lyrics

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Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Kanye tracks smoke like lalala... (Hooo)

It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY

Come on!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang wit me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)

[Jay-Z]

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+

Uhhh, 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 hisself the rap JFK, 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

Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light

Need a light?...

[Hook]

To smoke that lalala

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala

It's the ROC mami, SING OUR LULLABY

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

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 +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+

If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em

Sick wit the pen nigga, no physician 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)...

[Hook]

Still smoking that lalala...

Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala....

Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....

It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Kanye]

She claims she hate when I'm name droppin'

So when I talk rap she gon' change topics

But I got a plan B that's planned out

For when things don't pan out

Hov' tell her your my brotha I'mma play shy brotha

So you take the Destiny's Child girl in the coupe

And I'mma try to bag the ones that got kicked out the group

I figure that a be simple I'll just help em with they demo

Help em to the limo play the umbert instumentals

And she grabbed my tattoo peeped my credentials

And she grabbed my pants felt the potential

And I drop out every essential

To have fun breakin' her fundimentals (excuse me miss)

The artist of the new millenium

Has finally stopped drivin' that blue Millenium

And got her good and trendy and filled her wit plenty a henny

A remy of weed 'till she higher than hellium

[Hook]

As we, smoke that lalala

Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala

Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five

It's the ROC bitch SING OUR LULLABY

Come on!

[Chorus]