What They Gonna Do, Part II / La La La (Excuse Me Miss Again) / Stop / Panjabi MC - Beware of the Boys Songtext
von JAY‐Z

Oh yeah, uh-oh
Y′all know who it is (He's back)
Young!

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me (Woo), just grind to the bassline (Come on)
Don′t be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
One, two, three), stick out her backside


Now what the fuck 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, nigga, and shoot with me
Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me?
I ain′t going nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared, motherfucker? Keep it real with me
Keep it real with me
Now what the fuck they gon′ say to me?
Got to clap, yah mean? All day with me
Clap, yah mean? Don't play with me
Clap, yah 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 living
Thirty-three O′s on a bitch back like Pippen
Three she can keep for herself and distribute
Thirty-six O's and a ki', you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like an 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 us, 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 balling, that′s Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling, that's ho-man shit
Stop falling asleep, that′s old man shit
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 us, 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 (What they
Gon' do with me?), stick out her backside

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
Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear 'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started to flow
Stop it, youngin, you 106th & 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 up hard, 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 us, 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

Memph Bleek always smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
Neptunes' track smoke like la-la-la (Ho)
It′s the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby, c'mon
Excuse me, miss (Do you wanna get down?)
I'm the nigga (Do you wanna get down?)
You should come (Do you wanna get down?)
Hang with me (Do you wanna get down?)
Basically (Do you wanna get down?)
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 baker's thumb
I bake the cake, get two of them from one
Then I moved the weight like I′m Oprah's son, ugh
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 to rap JFK
You wanna pass for my jack? Little asses
Then hop your ass out that S-Class
Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best kush (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 the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light? Memphis is that la-la-la (Ho)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
Memph Bleek always smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
It's the Roc, mami, sing our lullaby, c'mon
Excuse me, miss (Do you wanna get down?)
I′m the nigga (Do you wanna get down?)
You should come (Do you wanna get down?)
Hang with me (Do you wanna get down?)
Basically (Do you wanna get down?)
Hold up, skip all the singing, let′s get right tonight, mami
We got buckets full of army mommies 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, 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 Rain Man, twitching
You can′t rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian Vodou, no headless chickens
Can dead his sickness, no Ouija board
You can't see me, dog, fuck you see me for?
This ain't Chris Rock, nigga, the Roc, nigga
And I′m the franchise like a Houston Rocket, yah mean?
Still smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
Memph Bleek still smoking that la-la-la (Ho)
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the .45 (Ho)
It′s the Roc, baby, sing our lullaby, c'mon
Excuse me, miss (Do you wanna get down?)
I′m the nigga (Do you wanna get down?)
You should come (Do you wanna get down?)
Hang with me (Do you wanna get down?)
Basically (Do you wanna get down?)
Hold up, skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami
We′re watching right now, ugh!
Ho! Ho! Come on!
Do you want me to do it?
We're watching right now, ugh!
We′re watching right now, ugh!

Young Hov' got the block on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass (Come here, ma)
Fresh-dressed, I stay poppin' tags
Put the Ewings on the truck or I drop the rag
Niggas 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—nigga, fuck not
Playin' with you motherfuckers, the laughter stops
When your casket drops, you bastards not
Gon′ 'sassinate 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
'Til I come through, hop out the cab
1-8-7, 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
Like, "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
'Til 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 niggas got the game all wrong
This is my life, man, this ain't no song (This ain′t no song)
You ain't livin′ your rhymes out, you live in your mom's house
In that tight-ass room, pullin′ that chron's out
In the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killin′ yourself
You American Pie, stop fillin′ yourself
Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself (Get out there)
Stop bein' a server, get a meal yourself
Where your heart at? All that yik-yak
Ain′t nobody scared of y'all gats? We got bigger ones
I mean, niggas 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!
Uh, uh, y′all don't hear me, though
I cannot (Stop!), I will not (Stop!)
As we proceed
Hah, it′s your boy! S Dot! Collection
Uh, Black Album on the way!
Kicks is in stores!
It's mean, man, it′s mean, vicious
Had to bring that back for you niggas
(Rewire, homie!)
(Just do the monster)
(S. Dot Carter)