Jay-z - Excuse Me Miss Again lyrics

[Hook: Pharrell] Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo) Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo) Neptunes track smoke like lalala... (Hooo) It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby Come on! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** (do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh) [Jay-Z] 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 baker's thumbs I bake the cake get two of them for one Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+ Uhhh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh) He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pa** for my Jaqueline Ona**is Then hop ya a** out that S-cla** Lay back in that maebach, roll the best gra**, I ask... Have you in your long-legged life ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh) Look but don't touch, muthaf**er think twice Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light?... [Hook] To smoke that lalala...(Hooo) Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo) Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo) It's the ROC mami sing I lullaby Come on! [Chorus] [Jay-Z] We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov' because they know dough When they see him, whips be European If you're a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+ If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em Sick wit the pen n***a, no position in the world could fix him No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin' You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo) No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, n***a you +CB4+ This ain't +Chris Rock+ b**h, it's the ROC b**h And I'm the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket Nawimean (Yao Ming)... [Hook] Still smoking that lalala... Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala.... Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five.... It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby Come on! [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Forget English talk body language I be all over mamis like body painters Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself, you're very sick Don't confuse me wit marbury out this b**h Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life Muh'f**as must be smoking they lalala la crack .45 gun smoke, choke off that Back to the music, I ain't wit all that Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that I'm THE public industry number one Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya [Hook] As we, smoke that lalala...(Hooo) Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo) Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....(Hooo) It's the ROC b**h sing, I lullaby Come on! [Chorus] [Pharrell] Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh