[Jay-Z/{Pharell}]
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Wooo, wooo
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Memph Bleek always smokin´ that la la la {Hoooh}
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Beanie Sigel always smokin´ that la la la {Hoooh}
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Neptune tracks smoke like la la la {Hoooh}
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It´s the Roc baby sing our lullaby
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C´mon
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[Hook]
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Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it}
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I´m the shit
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You should come {Do you want me to do it}
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Hang wit´ me
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Basically {Do you want me to do it}
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Hold up, skip all the singin´ lets get right tonight, mami
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{Well watch me now, uhh}
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[Verse One]
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I know my english ain´t as modest as you like
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But come, get some, you little bums
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I take the cake from under the baker´s thumb
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I bake the cake, get two of them for one
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Then I move the +weight+ like I´m +Oprah´s+ son
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Ahhh, "I´ll show you how to do this son"
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Young don´t mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
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Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
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He patented his self the rap JFK
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You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis
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Then hop ya ass out that S-class
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Lay back in that Maebach roll the best grass
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I ask,
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"Have you in your long-legged life
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Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?"
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Look but don´t touch
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Muthafucka think twice
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´Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
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Need a light?
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To smoke that la la la {Hoooh}
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Beanie Sigel always smokin´ that la la la {Hoooh}
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Memph Bleek always smokin´ that la la la {Hoooh}
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It´s the Roc mami sing our lullaby
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C´mon
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[Hook]
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We got brothers full of Arme´
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Mami´s in Manolo
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Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos
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All attracted to Hov´ because they know dough
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When they see him, which be European
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If you´re a te-en (ten) chances you´re wit´ he-em (him)
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If you´re a five you know you ridin´ wit th-em (them)
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Sick with the pen, nigga
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No physician in the world can fix him
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No prescription, you could prescribe to subside
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His affliction
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He´s not a sane man, he´s more like Rainman, twitchin´
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You can´t rain dance on his picnic
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No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
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Can dead his sickness
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No Ouiji board
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You can´t see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
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This ain´t +Chris Rock+ BITCH
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It´s the Roc BITCH
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And I´m the franchise like a +Houston Rocket+
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+Yao Ming+ (Nawimean)
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Still smokin´ that la la la
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Memph Bleek still smokin´ that la la la
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Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five
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It´s the Roc mami sing our lullaby
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C´mon
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[Hook]
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Forget english, talk body language
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I be all over mamis like body painters
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Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
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Please excuse yourself
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You´re very sick
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Don´t confuse me wit´ Marbury out this bitch
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Run up on me at the light,
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You could lose your life
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Muhfuckas must be smokin´ they la la la with crack
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Forty-five gun smoke, choke off that
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Let´s get back to the music, I ain´t with all that
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Plus the Feds tappin´ my music, ya´ll get all that
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I´m THE public enemy number one
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Public enemy number two is my whole crew (ROC)
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And I ain´t concerned wit´ who like me
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Or who like you, that´s gay
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I ain´t into likin´ dudes no way
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But get a pen
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I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
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I´ll never make the news again
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My man´ll shoot ya
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As we
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Smoke that la la la {Hoooh}
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Memphis Bleek always smokin´ that la la la {Hoooh}
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Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the forty-five {Hoooh}
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It´s the Roc bitch sing our lullaby
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C´mon
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Excuse me miss {Do you want me to do it}
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I´m the shit
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You should come {Do you want me to do it}
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Hang wit´ me
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Basically {Do you want...}
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Whoa, skip all the singin´ lets get right tonight mami
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[Pharell]
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Well watch me now, uhh
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Hoo
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Hoo
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C´mon
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Do you want me to do it
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Well watch me now, uhh
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Well watch me now, uhh
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La La La (Excuse Miss me again)
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Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, and Beanie Seagel |