\"La, La, La (Excuse Me Again)\"[Jay-Z]\nWhooo! Whooo!\n\n[Chorus]\nMemph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La\nBeanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La\nNeptunes track smoke like La, La, La\nIt\'s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C\'mon)\nExcuse me miss, I\'m the shit\nYou should come, hang with me, basically\nHold up, skip all the singing let\'s get right tonight\nMami\n\n[Verse 1]\nI know my English ain\'t as modest as you like\nBut come, get some you little bums\nI take the cake from under the bakers thumb\nI bake the cake and two it up from one\nThen I moved to weight like I\'m Oprah\'s son\nUh, I show you how to do this son\nYoung don\'t mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns\nFake Menolo\'s boots straight from Steve Madden\nHe tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.\nYou wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then\nHop ya ass out that S-Class\nLay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask\nHave you in your long-legged life\nEver seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice\nLook but don\'t touch, muthafucka think twice\nCuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light\nNeed a light?\n\n(To smoke that La, La, La)\n[Chorus 2]\nBeanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La\nMemph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La\nIt\'s the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye\nC\'mon\nExcuse me miss, I\'m the shit\nYou should come, hang with me, basically\nHold up, skip all the singing let\'s get right tonight\nMami\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe got brothers full of Army, Mami\'s in Manolo\nBags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo\'s\nAll attracted to Hov because they know dough\nWhen they see him,whips be European\nIf your a 10 chances your with him\nIf your a 5 you know you ridin\' with them\nSick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him\nNo prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction\nHe\'s not a sane man, he\'s more like the Rainman twitchin\'\nYou can\'t Reign Danceon this picnic\nNo Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken\nCan dead or sickness, no Quiji board\nYou can\'t see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4\nThis ain\'t Chris Rock bitch, it\'s the ROC bitch\nAnd I\'m the Franchise like the Houston Rockets\nYao Ming\n\n[Chorus 3]\nStill smokin\' that La, La, La\nMemph Bleek still smokin\' that La, La, La\nBeanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45\nIt\'s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye\nC\'mon\nExcuse me miss, I\'m the shit\nYou should come, hang with me, basically\nHold up, skip all the singing let\'s get right tonight\nMami\n\n[Verse 3]\nForget English, talk body language\nI be all over mami\'s like bodypainters\nPink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist\nPlease excuse yourself, your very sick\nDon\'t confuse me with Marbury out this bitch\nRun up on me at the light, you could lose your life\nMuthafucka\'s must be smokin\' they La, La, La or crack\n.45 gun smoke, choke off that\nLet\'s get back to the music, Iain\'t with all that\nPlus the fedz tappin\' my music, yall get all that?\nI\'m THEE! public industry #1\nPublic industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)\nNow I ain\'t down with who like me or who like you\nThat\'s gay, I ain\'t into liking dudes no wayBut get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the futureI never make the news again, my man\'ll shoot ya[Chorus 3]\nAs we, smoke that La, La, La\nMemph Bleek still smokin\' that La, La, La\nBeanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45\nIt\'s the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye\nC\'mon\nExcuse me miss, I\'m the shit\nYou should come, hang with me, basically\nHold up, skip all the singing let\'s get right tonight\nMami\n\n[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]\nWell watch me now\nUh!\nHo!, Ho!\nC\'mon\nDo you want me to do it\nWell watch me now jay, la, yessir