La-la-la Lyrics & Chords By Jay-z

Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la-la-la
Neptunes track smoke like la-la-la
It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby, come on
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 then two it up from one
Then I move the 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 Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted himself the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jacqueline, 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 muthafucka think twice
'Cause this gat that I clutch got a little red light, need a light
To smoke that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la
It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby, come on
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 logos
All attracted to Hov because they know doe
When they see him whips be European
If you're a 10 chances you're with him
If you're a 5 you know you're riding with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician
In the world can fix him, no prescription
You can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man he's more like Reign Man twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch it's the Roc bitch
And I'm the Franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming
Still smokin' that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek still smokin' that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel desert eagle the 45
It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby, come on
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
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 with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you can lose your life
Muhfucka must smoke they la-la-la with crack
45 gun smoke choke off dat
Let's get back to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music y'all get all that
I'm thee public industry number 1
Public industry number 2 is my whole crew
(R O C)
Now I ain't cool 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'll never make the news again my man'll shoot you
As we, smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek be smokin' that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel desert eagle the 45
It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby, come on
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me
Basically
Whoa, skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami
Well watch me now, uh
Ho, ho
Come on
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now, uh