WHOO!
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[Hook]
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Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
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Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
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Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
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It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
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C'mon!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
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You should come, hang with me, basically
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Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
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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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Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
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Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
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Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
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He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., 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 Maybach, 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?
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Look but don't touch, motherfucker 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 la-la-la
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
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Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la
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It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
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C'mon!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
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You should come, hang with me, basically
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Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
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[Jay-Z]
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We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
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Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
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All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
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When they see him, whips be European
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If you're a ten, chances you're with him
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If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them
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Sick with 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, he's 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
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No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
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This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
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And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!
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[Hook]
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Still smokin that la-la-la
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Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la
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Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
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It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
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C'mon!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
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You should come, hang with me, basically
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Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
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[Verse Three: Kanye West]
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She playin 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, for when things don't pan out
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Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
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So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?
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Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
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I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo
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Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
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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 - rubbed 'bout every essential
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That have fun breakin her fundamentals
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Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium
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Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium
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And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
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and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam
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[Hook]
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If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la
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Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la
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Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
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It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby
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C'mon!
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[Chorus]
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
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You should come, hang with me, basically
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WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami
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Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)
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