WHOO! 

[Hook] 
Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO) 
Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO) 
Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO) 
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby 
C'mon! 

[Chorus] 
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit 
You should come, hang with me, basically 
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami 

[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 
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son 
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings 
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh) 
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis 
Then, hop ya ass out that S-class 
Lay back in that 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, motherfucker think twice 
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light 
Need a light? 

[Hook] 
To smoke that la-la-la 
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la 
Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la 
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby 
C'mon! 

[Chorus] 
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit 
You should come, hang with me, basically 
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami 

[Jay-Z] 
We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo 
Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos 
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough 
When they see him, whips be European 
If you're a ten, chances you're with him 
If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them 
Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him 
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his affliction 
He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin' 
You can't rain dance on his picnic 
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness 
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4 
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch 
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming! 

[Hook] 
Still smokin that la-la-la 
Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la 
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five 
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby 
C'mon! 

[Chorus] 
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit 
You should come, hang with me, basically 
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami 

[Verse Three: Kanye West] 
She playin she hate when I'm name droppin 
So when I talk rap, she gon' change topics 
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out 
Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother 
So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe? 
Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group 
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo 
Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals 
And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials 
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential 
And I - rubbed 'bout every essential 
That have fun breakin her fundamentals 
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium 
Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium 
And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney 
and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam 

[Hook] 
If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la 
Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la 
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five 
It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby 
C'mon! 

[Chorus] 
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit 
You should come, hang with me, basically 
WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami