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[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)
[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?...
[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
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