Excuse Me Miss Again Lyrics - Jay-z

(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 shit (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) 

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(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 pass for my Jaqueline Onassis 

Then hop ya ass out that S-class 

Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, 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, muthafucker think twice 

Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light 

Need a light?... 

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(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, which 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 nigga, 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, nigga you +CB4+ 

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

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 bitch 

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

Muh'fuckas 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 bitch sing, I lullaby 

Come on! 

(Chorus) 

(Pharrell) 

Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh