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 is the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I am the shit
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 aint 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 am Oprah´s son
Uh, I will 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 want to 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, motherf*cker 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 is the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I am the shit
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 are a ten, chances you are with him
If you are 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 has not a sane man, he has more like reign man - twitchin´
You can not rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can not see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This aint Chris Rock bitch, it is the R.O.C. bitch
And I am 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 is the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I am the shit
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 am name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon´ change topics
But I got a plan B that is planned out, for when things don´t pan out
Hov´ tellin ya mind brother, I ama play shy brother
So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?
Then I ama try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
I figured that´ll be simple, I will 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 & filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi & weed, ´til she higher than Hilliam

[Hook]
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 is the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I am the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
WHOA, skip all the singin´ let´s get right tonight, mami

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