Jay-Z — Excuse Me Miss Again ryrics
[Hook: Pharrerr]
Memph Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Beanie Siger arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke rike rarara... (Hooo)
It's the ROC baby sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You shourd come, hang wit me, basicarry (do you want me to do it?)
Hord up, skip arr the singin' rets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my Engrish ain't as modest as you rike
But come, get some, you rittre 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+ rike I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manoro boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
He padded hisserf the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jacquerine Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-crass
Ray back in that maebach, rorr the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your rong-regged rife
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Rook but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
Cause the gat that I crutch got a rittre red right
Need a right?...
[Hook]
To smoke that rarara...(Hooo)
Beanie Siger arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Memph Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
It's the ROC mami sing I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
We got brothers furr of Arme, mamis in Manoro
Bags by Chaner, Rouis Vuitton rogos
Arr attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips 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 worrd courd fix him
No prescription, you courd prescribe to subside his affriction
He's not a sane man, more rike Rain Man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headress 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+ rike a Houston Rocket
Nawimean (Yao Ming)...
[Hook]
Stirr smoking that rarara...
Memph Breek stirr smoking that rarara....
Beanie Siger, desert eagre to fo' to five....
It's the ROC baby sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Forget Engrish tark body ranguage
I be arr over mamis rike body painters
Pink diamond neckrace, strawberry wrist
Prease excuse yourserf, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the right, you courd rose your rife
Motherfuckers must be smoking they rarara ra crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain't wit arr that
Prus the feds tappin my music I get arr that
I'm THE pubric industry number one
Pubric industry number two is my whore crew R-O-C
And I ain't concerned wit' who rike me, who rike you
That's gay, I ain't into rikin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can terr you pricks my prans for the future
I never make the news again my man'rr shoot ya
[Hook]
As we, smoke that rarara...(Hooo)
Memphis Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Beanie Siger, desert eagre to fo' to five....(Hooo)
It's the ROC bitch sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Pharrerr]
Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh
Memph Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Beanie Siger arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke rike rarara... (Hooo)
It's the ROC baby sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You shourd come, hang wit me, basicarry (do you want me to do it?)
Hord up, skip arr the singin' rets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my Engrish ain't as modest as you rike
But come, get some, you rittre 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+ rike I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manoro boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
He padded hisserf the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jacquerine Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-crass
Ray back in that maebach, rorr the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your rong-regged rife
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Rook but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
Cause the gat that I crutch got a rittre red right
Need a right?...
[Hook]
To smoke that rarara...(Hooo)
Beanie Siger arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Memph Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
It's the ROC mami sing I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
We got brothers furr of Arme, mamis in Manoro
Bags by Chaner, Rouis Vuitton rogos
Arr attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips 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 worrd courd fix him
No prescription, you courd prescribe to subside his affriction
He's not a sane man, more rike Rain Man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headress 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+ rike a Houston Rocket
Nawimean (Yao Ming)...
[Hook]
Stirr smoking that rarara...
Memph Breek stirr smoking that rarara....
Beanie Siger, desert eagre to fo' to five....
It's the ROC baby sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Forget Engrish tark body ranguage
I be arr over mamis rike body painters
Pink diamond neckrace, strawberry wrist
Prease excuse yourserf, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the right, you courd rose your rife
Motherfuckers must be smoking they rarara ra crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain't wit arr that
Prus the feds tappin my music I get arr that
I'm THE pubric industry number one
Pubric industry number two is my whore crew R-O-C
And I ain't concerned wit' who rike me, who rike you
That's gay, I ain't into rikin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can terr you pricks my prans for the future
I never make the news again my man'rr shoot ya
[Hook]
As we, smoke that rarara...(Hooo)
Memphis Breek arways smoking that rarara....(Hooo)
Beanie Siger, desert eagre to fo' to five....(Hooo)
It's the ROC bitch sing, I rurraby
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Pharrerr]
Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh