La-La-La (Excuse Me Again)

Whoo

Memph bleek always smokin that la la la
Beanie sigel always smokin that la la la
Neptunes track smoke like la la la
Its the Roc baby sing our lullaby
Come on
Chorus: excuse me miss im the shit
You should come hang with me
Basically
Hold up skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami

I know my english aint as modest as you like
But come get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake then two it up from one
Then I move the weight like im Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young dont mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted hisself the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jacqueline, Onassis then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay back in that Maybach 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 dont touch muthafucka think twice
Cause this gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light

To smoke that la la la
Beanie sigel always smokin that la la la
Memph bleek always smokin that la la la
Its the Roc mami sing our lullaby
Come on
Chorus

We got brothers full of Army mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov because they know doe
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're riding with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician
In the world can fix him
No prescription
You can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man he's more like Reign Man twitchin
You cant Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo no headless chickens
Can dead or sickness
No Quiji board
You cant see me dawg nigga you CB-4
This aint Chris Rock bitch its the Roc bitch
And I'm the Franchise like a Houston Rocket
Yao Ming

Still smokin that la la la
Memph bleek still smokin that la la la
Beanie sigel desert eagle the 45
Its the Roc baby sing our lullaby
Come on
Chorus

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
Dont confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light
You can lose your life
Muhfucka must smoke they la la la with crack
45 gun smoke choke off dat
Lets get back to the music I aint wit all that
Plus the fedz tappin my music ya'll get all that
I'm thee public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R-O-C)
Now I aint cool with who like me or who like you
That's gay
I aint into liking 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 you

As we, smoke that la la la
Memphis bleek be smokin that la la la
Beanie sigel desert eagle the 45
Its the Roc bitch sing our lullaby
Come on
Excuse me miss I'm the shit
You should come hang with me
Basically
Whoa, skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami

Well watch me now
Uh
Ho, ho
Come on
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now