Jay-z - La, La, La (Excuse Me Again) lyrics

rate me

whoo

memph bleek always smokin that la la la

beanie sigel always smokin that la la la

neptunes track smoke like la la la

its the Roc baby sing our lullaby

come on

chorus: excuse me miss im the shit

you should come hang with me

basically

hold up skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami

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 then two it up from one

then I move the weight like im Oprah's son

uh, I show you how to do this son

young dont mess with chicks in Burberry paddings

fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden

he tatted hisself the rap J.F.K.

you wanna pass for my Jacqueline, 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 muthafucka think twice

cause this gat that I clutch got a little red light

need a light

to smoke that la la la

beanie sigel always smokin that la la la

memph bleek always smokin that la la la

its the Roc mami sing our lullaby

come on

chorus

we got brothers full of Army mami's in Manolo

bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos

all attracted to Hov because they know doe

when they see him whips be European

if you're a 10 chances you're with him

if you're a 5 you know you're riding with them

sick with the pen nigga no physician

in the world can fix him

no prescription

you can prescribe to subside his affliction

he's not a sane man he's more like Reign Man twitchin

you cant Reign Dance on this picnic

no Haitian voodoo no headless chickens

can dead or sickness

no Quiji board

you cant see me dawg nigga you CB-4

this aint Chris Rock bitch its the Roc bitch

and I'm the Franchise like a Houston Rocket

Yao Ming

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 lullaby

come on

chorus

forget english talk body language

I be all over mamis like body painters

pink diamond necklace strawberry wrist

please excuse yourself you're very sick

dont confuse me with Marbury out this bitch

run up on me at the light

you can lose your life

muhfucka must smoke they la la la with crack

45 gun smoke choke off dat

lets get back to the music I aint wit all that

plus the fedz tappin my music ya'll get all that

I'm thee public industry #1

public industry #2 is my whole crew (R-O-C)

now I aint cool with who like me or who like you

that's gay

I aint 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'll shoot you

as we, smoke that la la la

memphis bleek be smokin that la la la

beanie sigel desert eagle the 45

its the Roc bitch sing our lullaby

come on

excuse me miss I'm the shit

you should come hang with me

basically

whoa, skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami

well watch me now

uh

ho, ho

come on

do you want me to do it

well watch me now