Excuse Me Miss Again (remix) (feat. Jay-z)

Whoo!

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!

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

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?

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!

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

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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