excuse me miss again (remix)

Lyrics

whoo!, memph' bleek always smokin that la-la-la, beanie sigel always smokin that la-la-la, kanye track smoke like 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, 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, 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