[Jay-Z]. Whooo! Whooo!. [Chorus]. Memph Bleek always smoking that La La La. Beanie Sigel always smoking that La La La. Neptunes track smoke like La La La. It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (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. [Verse 1]. 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 and two it up from one. Then I moved to 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 Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden. He tatted his-self as the rap J.F.K.. You wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis then. Hop ya ass out that S-Class. Lay back in the 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. Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light. Need a light?. (To smoke that La La La). [Chorus 2]. Beanie Sigel always smoking that La La La. Memph Bleek always smoking that La La La. It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye. 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. [Verse 2]. We got brothers full of Army Mami's in Manolo. Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's. All attracted to Hov because they know dough. When they see him whips be European. If your a 10 chances your with him. If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them. Sick with the pen nigga no physician in the world could fix him. No prescription you can prescribe to subside his affliction. He's not a sane man he's more like the Reign Man twitchin'. You can't Reign Dance on this picnic. No Haitian foodle no headless chicken. Can dead or sickness no Quiji board. You can't see me dawg niggaz ya CB-4. This ain't Chris Rock bitch it's the ROC bitch. And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets. Yao Ming!. [Chorus 3]. Still smokin' that La La La. Memph Bleek still smokin' that La La La. Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45. It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye. 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. [Verse 3]. Forget English talk body language. I be all over mami's like body paintigs. Pink Diamond necklace strawberry wrist. Please excuse yourself your very sick. Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch. run up on me at the light you could lose your life. Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La La La or crack. .45 gun smoke choke off that. Let's get back to the music I ain't with all that. Plus the fedz tappin' my music yall get all that?. I'm THEE! public industry #1. Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!). Now I ain't down 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 never make the news again my manage use ya. [Chorus 3]. As we smoke that La La La. Memph Bleek still smokin' that La La La. Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45. It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye. 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. [P. Diddy]. Well watch me now. Uh!. Ho! Ho!. C'mon. Do you want me to do it.