[Jay-Z]
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Whooo! Whooo!
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[Chorus]
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Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
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Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
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It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
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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 singing let's get right tonight
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Mami
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[Verse 1]
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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 bakers thumb
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I bake the cake and two it up from one
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Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
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Uh, I show you how to do this son
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Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns
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Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
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He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
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You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
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Hop ya ass out that S-Class
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Lay back in the 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, muthafucka think twice
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Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
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Need a light?
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(To smoke that La, La, La)
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[Chorus 2]
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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 ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
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C'mon
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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 singing let's get right tonight
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Mami
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[Verse 2]
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We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
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Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
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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 your a 10 chances your with him
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If your a 5 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 can prescribe to subside his affliction
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He's not a sane man, he's more like the Rainman twitchin'
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You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
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No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
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Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
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You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
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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 the Houston Rockets
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Yao Ming
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[Chorus 3]
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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.45
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It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
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C'mon
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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 singing let's get right tonight
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Mami
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[Verse 3]
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Forget English, talk body language
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I be all over mami's like body painters
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Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
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Please excuse yourself, your very sick
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Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
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Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
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Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack.45 gun smoke, choke off that
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Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
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Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
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I'm THEE! public industry #1
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Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
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Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
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That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way
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But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
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I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya
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[Chorus 3]
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As we, smoke 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.45
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It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
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C'mon
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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 singing let's get right tonight
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Mami
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[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
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Well watch me now
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Uh!
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Ho!, Ho!
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C'mon
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Do you want me to do it
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Well watch me now
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La, La, La (Excuse Me Again)
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Jay-Z |