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000 WHOO!
001
002 [Hook]
003 Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
004 Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
005 Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
006 It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
007 C'mon!
008
009 [Chorus]
010 Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
011 You should come, hang with me, basically
012 Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
013
014 [Jay-Z]
015 I know my English ain't as modest as you like
016 But come, get some, you little bums
017 I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
018 I bake the cake, get two of them for one
019 Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
020 Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
021 Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
022 Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
023 He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
024 Then, hop ya ass out that S-class
025 Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
026 Have you in your long-legged life
027 ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
028 Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
029 'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
030 Need a light?
031
032 [Hook]
033 To smoke that la-la-la
034 Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
035 Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la
036 It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
037 C'mon!
038
039 [Chorus]
040 Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
041 You should come, hang with me, basically
042 Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
043
044 [Jay-Z]
045 We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
046 Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
047 All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
048 When they see him, whips be European
049 If you're a ten, chances you're with him
050 If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them
051 Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
052 No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his affliction
053 He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
054 You can't rain dance on his picnic
055 No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
056 No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
057 This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
058 And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!
059
060 [Hook]
061 Still smokin that la-la-la
062 Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la
063 Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
064 It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
065 C'mon!
066
067 [Chorus]
068 Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
069 You should come, hang with me, basically
070 Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
071
072 [Verse Three: Kanye West]
073 She playin she hate when I'm name droppin
074 So when I talk rap, she gon' change topics
075 But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out
076 Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
077 So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?
078 Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
079 I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo
080 Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
081 And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials
082 And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential
083 And I - rubbed 'bout every essential
084 That have fun breakin her fundamentals
085 Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium
086 Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium
087 And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
088 and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam
089
090 [Hook]
091 If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la
092 Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la
093 Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
094 It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby
095 C'mon!
096
097 [Chorus]
098 Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
099 You should come, hang with me, basically
100 WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami
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