LA-LA-LA

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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
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 Paddings
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as 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 like that la la la)
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
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 Reign Man twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian foodle, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock trick, it's the ROC trick
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets, yah'Mean

Still lovin' 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, hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight, Mami
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
Wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La
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 NO. 1
Public industry 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 manage use ya

As we, love 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

Skip all the singing let's get right tonight, Mami
Well watch me now, uh
Ho! Ho! C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now