Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Excuse Me Sir, artist - Jean Grae. Album song The Bootleg of the Bootleg, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchestral
Song language: English
Excuse Me Sir |
Yeah, It’s good shit you can’t smoke a Newport to |
You can’t get like, you know, 65 cent on a pack |
Gotta get a pack of Dunhills |
When it come in the flat box |
That costs some money |
My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z |
I just got to be your lady |
Excuse me, what’s your name? |
Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae |
Baby (Excuse me, sir. Can I come? Possibly? |
Take you out? |
Do some stuff? |
Can I take you out tonight?) |
Bet you ain’t know from the way that I stepped in |
The light shown from the second floor down the door that I write, nah |
?Ignoring? |
to the fact that I’m so cute |
Boots to the calf? |
half top, jeans and a bag |
Only thing missing is the ring on the finger |
Partying single, getting drunk like Steve Buscemi in The Wedding Singer |
Now I need somebody next to me dancing, handsome |
Love his mama, no drama, don’t need a mansion |
Trust, I need romancin' plus a weekend camping trip |
We could go half on a cabin in that sh-- |
But Jean don’t ski, and neither does he |
So we lamp in the hot tub? |
switching? |
it all passion |
Hold your floss level down, man |
I’m more concerned with being your girl than what you earning |
Jean’s different, pass on the Escalade grill |
Pop up in the Caddy '68 Coupe de ville |
Excuse me |
My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z |
I just got to be your lady |
Baby |
My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z |
I just got to be your lady |
Excuse me, what’s your name? |
I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae |
Baby, what’s your name? |
Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae |
All your friends like, «Who's that you with? |
She’s not stupid |
Plus her beat’s hotter and spit better than you, kid» |
Now you’re fronting like Cupid ain’t shot ya, Jean’s gotcha |
All giggly on the phone, your tone’s softer |
We ain’t even bone and the and the zone it just grows closer |
Dinner, movies, the backseat, arm on my shoulder |
Ask me, questions, now we’re talking relations past |
Laughing at the stories and my lack of patience, you |
See the drama got you on not dating |
Cause the home training lacking in these hoes so you waiting |
For a girl who ain’t crazy, smarter than the average lady |
Ambitious, but still get high, analyze Jay-Z |
Smiley faces every time he IM’s me |
Either brother’s a winner or the prize box is empty |
Let the blunt burn |
Dog, 1−2 'n 3, you live and you learn |
Excuse me |
My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z |
I just got to be your lady |
Baby |
My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z |
I just got to be your lady |
Excuse me, what’s your name? |
I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae |
Jean Grae |
Baby, what’s your name? |
Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae |
Jean Grae |
Love, let’s go, have fun daughter, disorder |
Bought fully, chalk weight, wipe it with eraser, clean slate |
Cause I’m done writing for right now |
Remember, open book test when you can read me, it’s allowed |
Boy, you got the heart that’s been sitting cold for a while |
I’m 'bout to hand the cop a key and leave you one on the speed dial |
About to make the sheets crease, make our leasing the same |
Before I sign the papers, wait, what’s your name? |
Yea, so this is that ish that you drink Cristal to, but I can’t cause, |
I don’t have any money, so… This is that ish you drink like, um, Sprite to. |
Does it really matter what you’re drinking when you listen to the song? |
Right. |
'Scuse me! |
Yea! |
Alright, we out |