La-La-La (Excuse Me Miss Again)

Lyrics

[Intro] Whooo! Whooo! [Hook] Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la Neptunes tracks smoke like la la la It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullaby (C'mon) Excuse me miss, I'm the shitYou should come hang with me, basicallyHold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami [Verse 1] I know my English ain't as modest as you likeBut come, get some, you little bumsI take the cake from under the baker's thumbI bake the cake and two it up from one Then I moved the weight like I'm Oprah, son Uhh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry patternsFake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden He patterns his-self, the rap JFKYou wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis, then Hop ya ass out that S-ClassLay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask Have you in your long-legged lifeEver seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? Look but don't touch, motherfucker, think twice'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red lightNeed a light? [Hook 2] (To smoke that la la la)Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la It's the Roc, mami; sing our lullabyC'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the shitYou should come hang with me, basicallyHold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami [Verse 2] We got bottles full of Arme, mamis in ManoloBags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov because they know doughWhen they see him, whips be European If you're a 10 chances you're with himIf you're a 5 you know you riding with them Sick with the pen, nigga -- no physician in the world could fix himNo prescription you can prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man, he's more like Rain Man, twitching You can't rain dance on his picnicNo Haitian voodoo, no headless chickensCan dead his sickness, no Ouija board You can't see me, dog; nigga, ya CB4This ain't Chris Rock, bitch -- it's the Roc, bitch And I'm the franchise like a Houston RocketYao Ming? [Hook 3] Still smoking that la la laMemph Bleek still smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45 It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullabyC'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the shitYou should come hang with me, basicallyHold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami [Verse 3] Forget English, talk body languageI be all over mamis like body paint is Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself, you're very sick Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitchRun up on me at the light, you could lose your lifeMotherfuckers must be smoking they la la la with crackForty-five gun smoke, choke off that Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all thatPlus the Feds tapping my music -- y'all get all that? I'm the public industry #1Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!) Now I ain't down with who like me or who like youThat's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the futureI never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya [Hook 4] As we smoke that la la laMemph Bleek still smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45 It's the Roc, bitch; sing our lullabyC'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the shitYou should come hang with me, basicallyWhoa! Skip all the singing let's get right tonight, mami [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Do you want me to do it?