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Jay-Z
LA-LA-LA
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LA-LA-LA was released on July 15, 2003 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Bad Boys II
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAŸ-Z
JAŸ-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Edward Hugo
Charles Edward Hugo
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Supa Engineer DURO
Supa Engineer DURO
Mixing Engineer
The Neptunes
The Neptunes
Producer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Memph Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la
Beenie Sigel always smokin' that la-la-a
Neptunes tracks smoke like la-la-la
It's the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby, come on
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
[Verse 2]
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 and two it up from one
Then I moved the weight like I'm Oprah, son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He patterns his self, the rap JFK
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline 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, gotta a little red light
Need a light?
[Verse 3]
To smoke that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
Memph Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la
It's the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby, come on
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
[Verse 4]
We got bottles full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If you're a ten, chances you're with him
If you're a five, you know you riding with them
Sick with the pen, ****, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like Rain Man, twitching
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
Can dead his sickness, no Ouija board
You can't see me dog, ****, ya CB four
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the Roc, bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket
Yao Ming?
[Verse 5]
Still smokin' that la-la-la
Memph Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the .45
It's the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby, come on
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
[Verse 6]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like body paint is
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 could lose your life
Motherfuckers must be smoking they la-la-la with crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the feds tapping my music, y'all get all that?
I'm the public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew (ROC)
Not I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But gets a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya
[Verse 7]
As we smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always 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
[Verse 8]
Well, watch me now
Ho
Ho
Come on
Do you want me to do it?
Well, watch me now
Written by: P. Williams, S. Carter

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