Kanye West
Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix) dainos žodžiai
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
motherf**ker 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
[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
motherf**ker 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
