LA-LA-LA (Explicit)

LA-LA-LA (Explicit) - Jay-Z

Lyrics by：P. Williams/S. Carter

Composed by：P. Williams/S. Carter

Memph bleek always smoking that lalala hooo

Beanie sigel always smoking that lalala hooo

Neptunes track smoke like lalala hooo

It's the roc baby sing I lullaby

Come on

Excuse me miss I'm the s**t

You should come hang wit me basically

Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride

Tonight mami come on now uhhh

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 un uh

He padded hisself the rap JFK you wanna

Pass for my jaqueline onassis

Then hop ya a*s 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 uhh

Look but don't touch muthafucker think twice

'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light

Need a light

To smoke that lalala hooo

Beanie sigel always smoking that lalala hooo

Memph bleek always smoking that lalala hooo

It's the roc mami sing I lullaby

Come on

Excuse me miss I'm the s**t

You should come hang wit me basically

Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride tonight

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 which be european

If you're a te en ten chances your wit him

If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th 'em

Sick wit the pen n***a 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 reign man twitchin'

You can't rain dance on his picnic

No haitian voodoo no headless chickens

Can dead his sickness whoo

No ouija board you can't see me dog n***a you cb4

This ain't chris rock b***h it's the roc b***h

And I'm the franchise like a houston rocket

Nawimean yao ming

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

Excuse me miss I'm the s**t

You should come hang wit me basically

Hold up skip all the singin'

Let's go ride tonight mami come on now uhhh

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 b***h

Run up on me at the light you could lose your life

Muh'fuckas 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

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 hooo

Memphis bleek always smoking that lalala hooo

Beanie sigel desert eagle to fo' to five hooo

It's the roc b***h sing I lullaby

Come on

Excuse me miss I'm the s**t do

You should come hang wit me basically

Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride

Tonight mami

Come watch me now uhhh