La, La, La (excuse Me Again) Lyrics - Jay-z

Wooo, wooo 

Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} 

Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} 

Neptune tracks smoke like la la la {Hoooh} 

It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby 

C'mon 

Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it} 

I'm the shit 

You should come {Do you want me to do it} 

Hang wit' me 

Basically {Do you want me to do it} 

Hold up, skip all the singin' lets get right tonight, mami 

{Well watch me now, uhh} 

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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, get two of them for one 

Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's+ son 

Ahhh, "I'll show you how to do this son" 

Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings 

Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden 

He patented his self the rap JFK 

You wanna pass for my Jacqueline 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?" 

Look but don't touch 

Muthafucka think twice 

'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light 

Need a light? 

Photos 

To smoke that la la la {Hoooh} 

Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} 

Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} 

It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby 

C'mon 

We got brothers full of Arme' 

Mami's in Manolo 

Bags by Chanel or 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 you're wit' he-em (him) 

If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em (them) 

Sick with the pen, nigga 

No physician in the world can fix him 

No prescription, you could prescribe to subside 

His affliction 

He's not a sane man, he's more like Rainman, twitchin' 

You can't rain dance on his picnic 

No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens 

Can dead his sickness 

No Ouiji 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+ 

+Yao Ming+ (Nawimean) 

Still smokin' that la la la 

Memph Bleek still smokin' that la la la 

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five 

It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby 

C'mon 

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 

Muhfuckas must be smokin' 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 tappin' my music, ya'll get all that 

I'm THE public enemy number one 

Public enemy number two is my whole crew (ROC) 

And I ain't concerned wit' who like me 

Or 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'll never make the news again 

My man'll shoot ya 

As we 

Smoke that la la la {Hoooh} 

Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la la la {Hoooh} 

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five {Hoooh} 

It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby 

C'mon 

Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it} 

I'm the shit 

You should come {Do you want me to do it} 

Hang wit' me 

Basically {Do you want...} 

Whoa, skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami 

Well watch me now, uhh 

Hoo 

Hoo 

C'mon 

Do you want me to do it 

Well watch me now, uhh 

Well watch me now, uhh