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* includes extra lyrics not on "Blueprint 2.1"
[Jay-Z] Whooo! Whooo!
[Chorus] Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La It`s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C`mon) Excuse me miss, I`m the shit 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 bakers thumb I bake the cake and two it up from one Then I moved to weight like I`m Oprah`s son Uh, I show you how to do this son Young don`t mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns Fake Manolo`s boots straight from Steve Madden He tatted his-self, the rap J.F.K. You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then Hop ya ass out that S-Class Lay back in the 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 don`t touch, muthafucka think twice Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light Need a light?
(To smoke that La, La, La) [Chorus 2] Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La It`s the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye C`mon Excuse me miss, I`m the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up, skip all the singing let`s get right tonight Mami
[Verse 2] We got brothers full of Army, Mami`s in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo`s All attracted to Hov because they know dough When they see him, whips be European If your a 10 chances your with him If your a 5 you know you ridin` with them Sick with the pen nigga 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 the Rain Man twitchin` You can`t Reign Dance on this picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board You can`t see me dawg, nigga ya CB-4 This ain`t Chris Rock bitch, it`s the ROC bitch And I`m the Franchise like the Houston Rocket, Yah` Mean
[Chorus 3] Still smokin` that La, La, La Memph Bleek still smokin` that La, La, La Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45 It`s the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye C`mon Excuse me miss, I`m the shit 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 mami`s like body paintigs Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself, your very sick Don`t confuse me with Marbury out this bitch Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life Muthafucka`s must be smokin` they La, La, La with crack .45 gun smoke, choke off that Let`s get back to the music, I ain`t with all that Plus the fedz tappin` my music, yall get all that? I`m THEE! 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
[Chorus 3] As we, smoke that La, La, La Memph Bleek still smokin` that La, La, La Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45 It`s the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye C`mon Excuse me miss, I`m the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up, skip all the singing let`s get right tonight Mami
[Pharrell Williams {ad libs}]
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