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