[Hook: Pharrell]
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke like lalala... (Hooo)
It`s the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY
Come on!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I`m the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin` lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
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+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don`t mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don`t touch, muthafucker think twice
Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?...
[Hook]
To smoke that lalala...(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
It`s the ROC mami, SING OUR LULLABY
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov` because they know dough
When they see him, which be European
If you`re a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+
If you`re a five you know you ridin` wit th-em
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction
He`s not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin`
You can`t rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can`t see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain`t +Chris Rock+ bitch, it`s the ROC bitch
And I`m the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket
Nawimean (Yao Ming)...
[Hook]
Still smoking that lalala...
Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala....
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo` to five....
It`s the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Forget English talk body language
I be all over mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you`re very sick
Don`t confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muh`fuckas must be smoking they lalala la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain`t wit all that
Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that
I`m THE public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C
And I ain`t concerned wit` who like me, who like you
That`s gay, I ain`t into likin` dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again my man`ll shoot ya
[Hook]
As we, smoke that lalala...(Hooo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo` to five....(Hooo)
It`s the ROC bitch SING OUR LULLABY
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Pharrell]
Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh
