excuse me miss again (remix)

whoo!

memph' bleek always smokin that la-la-la

beanie sigel always smokin that la-la-la

kanye track smoke like la-la-la

it's the r.o.c. mami

sing our lullaby

c'mon!

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

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

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?

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!

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

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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