Paroles La la la Jay-Z

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Jay-Z]Whooo! Whooo! [Chorus]Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, LaBeanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, LaNeptunes track smoke like La, La, LaIt'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 PaddingsFake Menolo's boots straight from Steve MaddenHe tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-ClassLay 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, LaMemph Bleek always smoking that La, La, LaIt's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-ByeC'monExcuse 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 ManoloBags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo'sAll attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be EuropeanIf 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 afflictionHe's not a sane man, he's more like the Reign Man twitchin'You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian foodle, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston RocketsYah'Mean [Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, LaMemph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, LaBeanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-ByeC'monExcuse 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 sickDon't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your lifeMuthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack.45 gun smoke, choke off thatLet'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 #1Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)Now I ain't down with who like me or who like youThat'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 manage use ya [Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, LaMemph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, LaBeanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-ByeC'monExcuse 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{of the Neptunes}]Well watch me nowUh!
Ho!, Ho!C'monDo you want me to do it
Well watch me now