Right Track Studios in New York City, New York - La-La-La (Excuse Me Miss Again) lyrics

[Jay-Z] Whooo! Whooo! [Hook] Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la Neptunes tracks smoke like la la la It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullaby (C'mon) Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** 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 baker's thumb I bake the cake and two it up from one Then I moved the weight like I'm Oprah, son Uhh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry patterns Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden He patterns his-self, the rap JFK You wanna pa** for my Jaqueline Ona**is, then Hop ya a** out that S-Cla** Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best gra**, I ask Have you in your long-legged life Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? Look but don't touch, motherf**er, think twice Cause this gat that I clutch gotta little red light Need a light? [Hook 2] (To smoke that la la la) Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la It's the Roc, mami; sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** You should come hang with me, basically Hold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami [Verse 2] We got bottles full of Arme, mamis in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov because they know dough When they see him, whips be European If you're a 10 chances you're with him If you're a 5 you know you riding with them Sick with the pen, n***a -- 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 Rain Man, twitching You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens Can dead his sickness, no Ouija board You can't see me, dog; n***a, ya CB4 This ain't Chris Rock, b**h -- it's the Roc, b**h And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket Yao Ming? [Hook 3] Still smoking that la la la Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45 It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** 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 mamis like body paint is Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself, you're very sick Don't confuse me with Marbury out this b**h Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life Motherf**ers must be smoking they la la la with crack Forty-five gun smoke, choke off that Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that Plus the Feds tapping my music -- y'all get all that? I'm the 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 never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya [Hook 4] As we smoke that la la la Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45 It's the Roc, b**h; sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** You should come hang with me, basically Hold up -- skip all the singing let's get right tonight, mami