What They Gonna Do Part II / Excuse Me Miss Again / Stop

Oh, yeah, uh-oh

Y'all know who it is

(He's back) Yo

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me just grind to the bassline

Don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Now what the **** they gon' do with me?

Got money, got broads, got a crew with me

**** real as banana clips, I got a zoo with me

Get down or lay down, ****, and shoot with me

Now how the **** they gon' deal with me?

I ain't goin' nowhere, they gotta deal with me

Got the whole BK ready to kill with me

You scared, mother******, keep it real with me

Keep it real with me

Now what the **** they gon' say to me?

Got the clap, know what I mean?

All day with me, know what I mean? Don't play with me

Know what I mean? Stay with me, don't lose me, y'all

And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different

I bought it back for a livin', thirty threes was on a **** back

Like Pippen, three she can keep for herself and distribute

Thirty six **** and a key, you do the addition

Before Mitchell and Ness did it, I was movin' ****

Like a Oriole fitted, I'm Cal Ripken Jr., let's get it

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, poke out her backside

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with us just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab it from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Mami, what they gon' say to you?

Got your hair did and your favorite shoes

Tell 'em don't play with you, get 'em away from you

You need a baller like I, call 'em like I see 'em like nah

Move over, y'all amateurs, no, you not ballin', that's Pro-Am ****

Oh, stop callin', that's ho-man ****

Stop fallin' asleep, that's old man ****

I stands up in it like a champ up in it

Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it

No more minute man in it, get my Soundscan, BDS

And marketing plans in it

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, poke out her backside

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with us just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab it from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

What they gon' do?

You got starch in your flow, I flow too many ways

Got a arch in my flow, all sorts of flow

Rembrandt, Rilke, I am art with the flow

Even if I'm guilty you gotta pardon the flow

****takin' it lightly, had to darken the flow

Way I put it together, had to tear 'em apart with the flow

I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow

Stop it, youngin' you 106 & Park with the flow

I am pro, as you see, I'm off the charts with the flow

Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow

In some places they say this, I am God with the flow

Like my office but they're biased, too involved with the flow

Although I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow

Trouble, man, dare I say I am Mar with the flow

I come apart but I evolve with the flow

Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow, young

If you with me throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, poke out her backside

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with us just grind to the bassline

Homie, don't be scared to grab it from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Woo, woo

Memph' Bleek always **** that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel always **** that la-la-la

Neptunes tracks smoke like la-la-la

It's the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby

Come on

Excuse me, miss, I'm the ****, you should come hang with me

Basically, hold up, skip all the singin', 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 baker's thumb

I bake the cake into a number 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 patterns

Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden

He patterns hisself the rap JFK

You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis? Then hop ya **** out that S-Class

Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best ****, I ask

Have you in your long-legged life

Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?

Look but don't touch, ****, think twice

'Cause this **** that I clutch got a little red light, need a light?

That la-la-la

Beanie Sigel always **** that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek always **** that la-la-la

It's the Roc, Mami, sing our lullaby

Come on

Excuse me, miss, I'm the ****, you should come hang with me

Basically, hold up, skip all the singin', let's get right tonight, Mami

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 10 chances are you're with him

If you're a 5 you know you ridin' 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, twitchin'

You can't rain dance on his picnic, no Haitian voodoo

No headless chickens, can dead his sickness, no Ouija board

You can't see me, dawg, ****  you're CB4

This ain't Chris Rock, ****, it's the Roc, ****

And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming

Still **** that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek still **** 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 ****, you should come hang with me

Basically, hold up, skip all the singin', let's get right tonight, Mami

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 ****

Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life

****must be **** they la-la-la with ****

.45 gunsmoke, choke off that

Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that

Plus the feds tappin' my music, y'all get all that?

I'm the public industry number one, public industry number two

Is my whole crew, R.O.C.

Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you?

That's ****, I ain't into likin' dudes, no way

But get a pen, I could tell you pricks my plans for the future

I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we **** that la-la-la

Memphis Bleek always **** that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the .45

It's the Roc, ****, sing our lullaby

Come on

Excuse me, miss, I'm the ****, you should come hang with me

Basically, whoa, skip all the singin', let's get right tonight, Mami

(Do you want me to do it?)

Swizzy Beatz

You don't hear me though, I cannot (Stop)

I will not (Stop)

As we proceed, young Hov got the block on smash

Put the gun to the back and hop on some ****

****fresh-dressed, I stay poppin' tags

Put the Ewings on the truck 'fore I drop the rag

****wanna bring up the topic of my past

It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash

I'm legendary in the hood so I got the mag

And I never been a fronter so I got to blast

Will I flash? Not ****, not ****, playin' with you ****

'Cause the laughter stops when your casket drops

You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got

Y'all don't hear me though

Young Hov got the block on smash

And everybody and they mama wanna stop my cash

Everybody want drama with the top of the brass

Till I come through, hop out the cab

187 they ass, stop

Somebody gon' drop, oh, oh, y'all don't hear me though

I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop)

As we proceed

Young Hov got the game in a frenzy

Twenty million sold, all independently

So when you mention me, make sure you got together your similes

He's the game's J.F. Kennedy, uh, I started out

I ain't have no chimney, my mom was Santa Claus

Well, at least she pretended to be

Till one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct

I caught her under the Christmas tree

Young Hov ain't have no pops, thank God, man, I had the block

Y'all don't hear me though

You young **** got the game all wrong

This is my life, man, it ain't no song

You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house

In that tight-**** room, pullin' that Cons out

In the mirror, pointin' at your reflection, killin' yourself

You American Pie, stop feelin' yourself

,**** you just a worker, go deal yourself

Stop bein' a server, get a meal yourself

Where your heart at? All that yick-yack

Ain't nobody scared of y'all gats, we got bigger ones

How many **** done shot at me?

Shiverin', they was so scared, they ain't hit me once

Young Hov 'bout to go to the range

'Bout to work on perfectin' my aim

Y'all don't hear me though

(Stop) I cannot (Stop)

Y'all don't hear me, no

I cannot (Stop) I will not (Stop)

As we proceed

It's your boy, Estat collection

Black Album on the way, kicks is in stores

It's mean, man, it's mean, vicious

Had to bring that back for you