Album Name

나쁜 녀석들 2 OST

Artist

JAY-Z, Various Artists

Genre

R&B/Soul, 록/메탈, 국외영화, 랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.07.23

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

La-La-La - Jay-Z
Wooo wooo
Memph Bleek always smokin' that
la la la Hoooh
Beanie Sigel always smokin' that
la la la Hoooh
Neptune tracks smoke like
la la la Hoooh
It's the Roc baby sing
our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss
I'm the shit
You should come
Hang wit' me
Basically
Hold up
skip all the singin'
lets 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 baker's thumb
I bake the cake
get two of them for one
Then I move the weight
like I'm Oprah's son
Ahhh I'll show you
how to do this son
Young don't mess
with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight
from Steve Madden
He patented
his self the rap JFK
You wanna pass
for my Jacqueline 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
Look but don't touch
Muthafucka think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch
got a little red light
Need a light
To smoke that la la la Hoooh
Beanie Sigel always smokin' that
la la la Hoooh
Memph Bleek always smokin' that
la la la Hoooh
It's the Roc mami sing
our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss
I'm the shit
You should come
Hang wit' me
Hold up
skip all the singin'
lets get right tonight mami
We got brothers full of Arme'
Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or
Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov'
because they know dough
When they see him
which be European
If you're a teen ten chances
you're wit' heem him
If you're a five you know
you ridin' wit them them
Sick with the pen nigga
No physician
in the world can fix him
No prescription
you could prescribe to subside
His affliction
He's not a sane man
he's more like Rainman twitchin'
You can't
rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo
no headless chickens
Can dead his sickness
No Ouiji 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
Yao Ming Nawimean
Still smokin' that la la la
Memph Bleek still smokin' that
la la la
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle
the forty five
It's the Roc mami sing
our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss
I'm the shit
You should come
Hang wit' me
Basically
Hold up
skip all the singin'
lets get right tonight mami
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
Muhfuckas must be smokin'
they la la la with crack
Forty five gun smoke
choke off that
Let's get back to the music
I ain't with all that
Plus the Feds tappin' my music
ya'll get all that
I'm THE public enemy number one
Public enemy number two
is my whole crew ROC
And I ain't concerned wit'
who like me
Or 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'll never make the news again
My man'll shoot ya
As we
Smoke that la la la Hoooh
Memphis Bleek always smokin'
that la la la Hoooh
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle
the forty five Hoooh
It's the Roc bitch sing
our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss
I'm the shit
You should come
Hang wit' me
Basically
Whoa
skip all the singin'
lets get right tonight mami

Well watch me now uhh
Hoo
Hoo
C'mon

Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now uhh