Excuse Me Miss Again Remix Lyrics
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
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