Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
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Kanye tracks smoke like lalala... (Hooo)
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It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY
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Come on!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
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You should come, hang wit me, basically
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Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
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[Jay-Z]
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I know my English ain't as modest as you like
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But come, get some, you little bums
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I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
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I bake the cake get two of them for one
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Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
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Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
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Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
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Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
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He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
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Then hop ya ass out that S-class
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Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask...
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Have you in your long-legged life
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ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
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Look but don't touch, muthafucker think twice
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Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
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Need a light?...
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[Hook]
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To smoke that lalala
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala
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Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala
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It's the ROC mami, SING OUR LULLABY
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Come on!
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
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Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
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All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
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When they see him, which be European
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If you're a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+
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If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em
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Sick wit the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
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No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction
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He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin'
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You can't rain dance on his picnic
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No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
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No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
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This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch
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And I'm the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket
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Nawimean (Yao Ming)...
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[Hook]
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Still smoking that lalala...
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Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala....
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Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....
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It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY
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Come on!
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[Chorus]
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[Kanye]
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She claims she hate when I'm name droppin'
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So when I talk rap she gon' change topics
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But I got a plan B that's planned out
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For when things don't pan out
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Hov' tell her your my brotha I'mma play shy brotha
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So you take the Destiny's Child girl in the coupe
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And I'mma try to bag the ones that got kicked out the group
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I figure that a be simple I'll just help em with they demo
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Help em to the limo play the umbert instumentals
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And she grabbed my tattoo peeped my credentials
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And she grabbed my pants felt the potential
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And I drop out every essential
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To have fun breakin' her fundimentals (excuse me miss)
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The artist of the new millenium
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Has finally stopped drivin' that blue Millenium
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And got her good and trendy and filled her wit plenty a henny
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A remy of weed 'till she higher than hellium
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[Hook]
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As we, smoke that lalala
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Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala
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Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
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It's the ROC bitch SING OUR LULLABY
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Come on!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse Me Miss Again Remix ft. Kanye West
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