Kanye West - 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! [Hook] Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** 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 pa** for my Jaqueline Ona**is Then, hop ya a** out that S-cla** Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best gra**, 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**er 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! [Hook] Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** 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 n***a, 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, n***a you CB-4 This ain't Chris Rock b**h, it's the R.O.C. b**h 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! [Hook] Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** 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'mma play shy brother So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe? Then I'mma 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 Rémy and weed, 'til she higher than helium [Hook] If she pa** 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. b**h, sing our lullaby C'mon! [Hook] Excuse me miss, I'm the sh** You should come, hang with me, basically WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami