"Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Kanye West)
Woo!
Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la (hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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 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 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 his self 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, 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 singing 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 riding 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 twitching
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 smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smoking that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty 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 singing let's get right tonight mami
She playing she hate when I'm name dropping
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' telling 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 breaking her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millennium
Has finally stopped driving that blue Millennium
And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
And Rémy and weed, 'til she higher than helium
If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always smoking that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty 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 singing let's get right tonight, mami
Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la (hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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 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 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 his self 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, 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 singing 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 riding 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 twitching
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 smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smoking that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty 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 singing let's get right tonight mami
She playing she hate when I'm name dropping
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' telling 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 breaking her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millennium
Has finally stopped driving that blue Millennium
And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
And Rémy and weed, 'til she higher than helium
If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always smoking that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty 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 singing let's get right tonight, mami
