[Jay-Z]

Whooo! Whooo!



[Chorus]

Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La

Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La

Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La

It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight

Mami



[Verse 1]

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 bakers thumb

I bake the cake and two it up from one

Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son

Uh, I show you how to do this son

Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings

Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden

He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.

You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then

Hop ya ass out that S-Class

Lay back in the 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 don't touch, muthafucka think twice

Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light

Need a light?



(To smoke that La, La, La)

[Chorus 2]

Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La

It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye

C'mon

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight

Mami



[Verse 2]

We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo

Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's

All attracted to Hov because they know dough

When they see him, whips be European

If your a 10 chances your with him

If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them

Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him

No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction

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

You can't Reign Dance on this picnic

No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken

Can dead his sickness, no Quiji board

You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4

This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch

And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets

Yao Ming



[Chorus 3]

Still smokin' that La, La, La

Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La

Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45

It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye

C'mon

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight

Mami



[Verse 3]

Forget English, talk body language

I be all over mami's like body painters

Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist

Please excuse yourself, your very sick

Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch

run up on me at the light, you could lose your life

Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La with crack

.45 gun smoke, choke off that

Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that

Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?

Humvee public industry #1

Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)

Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you

That's gay, I ain't 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 will shoot ya



[Chorus 3]

As we, smoke that La, La, La

Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La

Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45

It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye

C'mon

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight

Mami



[Pharrell Williams]

Well watch me now

Uh!

Ho!, Ho!

C'mon

Do you want me to do it

Well watch me now








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