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Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - La, La, La (Excuse Me Again) *

* includes extra lyrics not on "Blueprint 2.1"

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It`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 Patterns
Fake Manolo`s boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay 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, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It`s the ROC mami 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 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami`s in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo`s
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If 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 affliction
He`s not a sane man, he`s more like the Rain Man twitchin`
You can`t Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can`t see me dawg, nigga ya CB-4
This ain`t Chris Rock bitch, it`s the ROC bitch
And I`m the Franchise like the Houston Rocket,
Yah` Mean

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin` that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin` that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It`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 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 sick
Don`t confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthafucka`s must be smokin` they La, La, La with crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let`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 #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain`t down with who like me or who like you
That`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 man `ll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin` that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It`s the ROC bitch 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

[Pharrell Williams {ad libs}]

 

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