I Like You (feat. Lana E. & Jay Supreme) [Zulu Mix] feat. Lana E.,Jay Supreme

歌詞

Memph bleek always smokin' that la la la Beanie sigel always smokin' that la la la Neptunes track smoke like la la la It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby Come on Chorus: 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 then two it up from one Then I move the 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 Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden He tatted hisself the rap J.F.K You wanna pass for my Jacqueline, Onassis then Hop ya ass out that S-Class Lay back in that 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 motherfucker think twice Cause this gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light To smoke that la la la Beanie sigel always smokin' that la la la Memph bleek always smokin' that la la la It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby Come on We got brothers full of Army mami's in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov because they know doe When they see him whips be European If you're a 10 chances you're with him If you're a 5 you know you're riding with them Sick with the pen nigga no physician In the world can fix him No prescription You can prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man he's more like Reign Man twitchin You can't Reign Dance on this picnic No Haitian voodoo no headless chickens Can dead or sickness No Quiji board You can't see me dawg nigga you CB-4 This ain't Chris Rock bitch it's the Roc bitch And I'm the Franchise like a Houston Rocket Yao Ming 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 lullaby Come on 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 with Marbury out this bitch Run up on me at the light You can lose your life Muhfucker must smoke they la la la with crack 45 gun smoke choke off dat Let's get back to the music I ain't wit all that Plus the fedz tappin my music y'all get all that I'm thee public industry #1 Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R-O-C) Now I ain't cool 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'll never make the news again my man'll shoot you As we, smoke that la la la Memphis bleek be smokin' that la la la Beanie sigel desert eagle the 45 It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss I'm the shit You should come hang with me Basically Whoa, skip all the singing let's get right tonight mami Well watch me now Uh Ho, ho Come on Do you want me to do it Well watch me now