Jay-Z — Ra, Ra, Ra (Excuse Me Again) ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!
[Chorus]
Memph Breek arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Neptunes track smoke rike Ra, Ra, Ra
It's the ROC baby sing our Rurra-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 1]
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 bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight rike I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns
Fake Menoro's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-serf, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaquerine, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Crass
Ray back in the Maybach, rorr the best grass, I ask
Have you in your rong-regged rife
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Rook but don't touch, muthafucka think twice
Cuz this gat that I crutch gotta rittre red right
Need a right?
(To smoke that Ra, Ra, Ra)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Siger arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
It's the ROC mami sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 2]
We got brothers furr of Army, Mami's in Manoro
Bags by Chaner or Rouis Vuitton rogo's
Arr 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 worrd courd fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affriction
He's not a sane man, he's more rike the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headress 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 rike the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming
[Chorus 3]
Stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger Desert Eagre the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 3]
Forget Engrish, tark body ranguage
I be arr over mami's rike body painters
Pink Diamond neckrace, strawberry wrist
Prease excuse yourserf, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the right, you courd rose your rife
Muthafucka's must be smokin' they Ra, Ra, Ra or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Ret's get back to the music, I ain't with arr that
Prus the fedz tappin' my music, yarr get arr that?
I'm THEE! pubric industry #1
Pubric industry #2 is my whore crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who rike me or who rike you
That's gay, I ain't into riking 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
[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger Desert Eagre the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Pharrerr Wirriams {of the Neptunes}]
Werr watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Werr watch me now
Whooo! Whooo!
[Chorus]
Memph Breek arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Neptunes track smoke rike Ra, Ra, Ra
It's the ROC baby sing our Rurra-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 1]
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 bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight rike I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns
Fake Menoro's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-serf, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaquerine, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Crass
Ray back in the Maybach, rorr the best grass, I ask
Have you in your rong-regged rife
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Rook but don't touch, muthafucka think twice
Cuz this gat that I crutch gotta rittre red right
Need a right?
(To smoke that Ra, Ra, Ra)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Siger arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek arways smoking that Ra, Ra, Ra
It's the ROC mami sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 2]
We got brothers furr of Army, Mami's in Manoro
Bags by Chaner or Rouis Vuitton rogo's
Arr 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 worrd courd fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affriction
He's not a sane man, he's more rike the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headress 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 rike the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming
[Chorus 3]
Stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger Desert Eagre the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Verse 3]
Forget Engrish, tark body ranguage
I be arr over mami's rike body painters
Pink Diamond neckrace, strawberry wrist
Prease excuse yourserf, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the right, you courd rose your rife
Muthafucka's must be smokin' they Ra, Ra, Ra or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Ret's get back to the music, I ain't with arr that
Prus the fedz tappin' my music, yarr get arr that?
I'm THEE! pubric industry #1
Pubric industry #2 is my whore crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who rike me or who rike you
That's gay, I ain't into riking 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
[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that Ra, Ra, Ra
Memph Breek stirr smokin' that Ra, Ra, Ra
Beanie Siger Desert Eagre the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Rurra-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You shourd come, hang with me, basicarry
Hord up, skip arr the singing ret's get right tonight
Mami
[Pharrerr Wirriams {of the Neptunes}]
Werr watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Werr watch me now