​ooh la la (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Greg Nice] Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, uh Ooh, la, la, it's Young Mula-la Me no do ra-ra, boom-boom, kumbaya Vroom-vroom, zoom by ya, me and all me goon brada Mario Brother shroom power make me doom-doom-da-da Bougie thot, I call her Bougie Banton She like sushi and opera, but her coochie aqua What's a goon to a goblin? What's a shooter to a shotter? I could boom shakalaka your medulla oblongata Kill a mic like El-P and Killer Mike, feeling like DJ Premier, it's my world premiere tonight, feeling right Hair trigger softer than a pillow fight No computer, but this MAC got more shots than gigabytes Bigger teeth, bigger bite, bigger holes in the wall Money tall, ego small, blunt as long as a log Mask is off, nothin' to lose, classy God, Sunday school Run up a chеck and run your mouth, we run you down, Run The Jewеls Lil Tune [Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P] Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Ayy) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Ah, oui, oui) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Mon cheri, mon cheri) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la [Verse 2: El-P] Lookin' for M's like I lost a friend Jump out of my bed like, "Where the bread?" You gon' hold the egg, waiter bring the check When we talk, we Kalashnikov, keep us in your thoughts Fully dressed at the crack of dawn, weapons letting off I can hear them from the block, see them creeping through the fog Season's greetings, now feeding season can start, oh my God Look alive, lookin' like I live life on a crooked line Doin' fine, you want maximum stupid, I am the guy [Verse 3: Killer Mike] First of all, fuck the fuckin' law, we is fuckin' raw Steak tartare, oysters on the half-shell, sushi bar Life a bitch and the pussy fish, still fucked her raw I'm a dog, I'm a dirty dog, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ol' Dirty Bastard, go in your jaw, shimmy shimmy ya Got the semi in the hemi, goin', "Gimme, gimme, y'all" Pugilistic, my linguistics are Jeru the Damaja And I rap it pornographic, bitch, set up the camera [Chorus: Greg Nice, Killer Mike & El-P] Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (I need a bottle of Moët, ho, come on) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Garçon) [Verse 4: El-P] You covet disruption, I got you covered, I'm bustin' (Bustin') My brother's a runner, he crushin', it's no discussion ('Scussion) I used to be munchkin, I wasn't 'posed to be nothin' (Nothin') Y'all fuckers corrupted and up to somethin' disgusting My pockets are plumper this season, I love to cuff 'em I'm afraid of nothin' but nothingness, ain't it something? Warmongers are dumpin', they'll point and click at your pumpkin (Look out) Your suffering is scrumptious, they'll put your kids in the oven [Verse 5: Killer Mike] Fuck a king or queen and all of they loyal subjects I pull my penis out and I piss on they shoes in public People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic No matter what you order, motherfucker, we what you're stuck with (Sorry) I used to love Bruce, but livin' my vida loca Helped me understand I'm probably more of a Joker When we usher in chaos, just know that we did it smiling Cannibals on this island, inmates run the asylum [Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P] Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Ayy) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Ayy) Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui (Ayy) Ooh, la, la (DJ Premier) [Outro: Greg Nice] Ooh, la, la Ooh, la— la, la Ooh— ooh Ooh— ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui Ooh— la— la— la— la, la La— la— la— la— la— la— la Ah, oui— ah, oui— ah Ah— ah, oui, oui