memph bleek always smoking that lalala. beanie sigel always smoking that lalala. neptunes track smoke like lalala. it's the roc baby sing
i lullaby
come on!
excuse me miss
i'm the shit
you should come
hang wit me
basically
hold up
skip all the singin' lets go ride 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+
uhhh
i show you how to do this son
young don't mess wit chicks in burberry paddings
fake manolo boots straight from steve madden
he padded hisself the rap jfk
you wanna pass for my jacqueline onassis
then hop ya ass out that s-class
lay back in that maebach
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 lalala. beanie sigel always smoking that lalala. memph bleek always smoking that lalala. it's the roc mami sing i lullaby
come on!
we got brothers full of arme
mamis in manolo
bags by chanel
louis vuitton logos
all attracted to hov' because they know dough
when they see him
whips be european
if you're a +te-en+ chances your wit +him+
if you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em
sick wit the pen nigga
no position in the world could fix him
no prescription
you could prescribe to subside his affliction
he's not a sane man
more like rain 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 +cb4+
this ain't +chris rock+ bitch
it's the roc bitch
and i'm the +franchise+ like a houston rocket
nawimean. still smoking that lalala. memph bleek still smoking that lalala. beanie sigel
desert eagle to fo' to five. it's the roc baby sing
i lullaby
come on!
forget english talk body language
i be all over mamis like body painters
pink diamond necklace
strawberry wrist
please excuse yourself
you're very sick
don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
run up on me at the light
you could lose your life
motherfuckers must be smoking they lalala la crack
45 gun smoke
choke off that
back to the music
i ain't wit all that
plus the feds tappin my music i get all that
i'm the public industry number one
public industry number two is my whole crew r-o-c
and i ain't concerned wit' who like me
who like you
that's gay
i ain't into likin' 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
as we
smoke that lalala. memphis bleek always smoking that lalala. beanie sigel
desert eagle to fo' to five. it's the roc bitch sing
i lullaby
come on!
do you want me to do it. come watch me now
uhhh