Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LA-LA-LA , by - Jay-Z. Release date: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LA-LA-LA |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| Yah’Mean |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Wanna ball 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Well watch me now |
| Uh! |
| Ho!, Ho! |
| Do you want me to do it Well watch me now |