Excuse Me Miss Again (remix) Lyrics - Jay-z

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala...(Hooo) 

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala...(Hooo) 

Kanye tracks smoke like lalala... (Hooo) 

It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY 

Come on! 

(Chorus) 

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit 

You should come, hang wit me, basically 

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 patterns 

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, muthaf**ker 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 

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala 

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala 

It's the ROC mami, SING OUR 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 physician 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 OUR LULLABY 

Come on! 

(Chorus) 

(Kanye) 

She claims she hate when I'm name droppin' 

So when I talk rap she gon' change topics 

But I got a plan B that's planned out 

For when things don't pan out 

Hov' tell her your my brotha I'mma play shy brotha 

So you take the Destiny's Child girl in the coupe 

And I'mma try to bag the ones that got kicked out the group 

I figure that a be simple I'll just help em with they demo 

Help em to the limo play the umbert instumentals 

And she grabbed my tattoo peeped my credentials 

And she grabbed my pants felt the potential 

And I drop out every essential 

To have fun breakin' her fundimentals (excuse me miss) 

The artist of the new millenium 

Has finally stopped drivin' that blue Millenium 

And got her good and trendy and filled her wit plenty a henny 

A remy of weed 'till she higher than hellium 

(Hook) 

As we, smoke that lalala 

Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala 

Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five 

It's the ROC bitch SING OUR LULLABY 

Come on! 

(Chorus)