La La

i got this off an album called "Tha Carter III (The Beginning". the name of the song above is "La La La".

here are the lyrics of the actual 'La La' feat Brisco & Busta Rhymes:

la, la la la, la, la la la la

uh! sittin' in a caddy, wright like betty floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict man i swear i'm on top like the attic yea bitch i be wit my dog like shaggy and we stay clean but we get dirty like harry flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries fuck me, i'm all about weed like paris hilton, presidential suite already i'm richer than nicole and i'm a lion like her daddy i am hotter than the sunday after saturday i swear i'm a savage like noah, ben, and randy oscar de la hoya, box ya like a casket or diego coralles, nigga keep jabbin' see my style it varies, like drugs in an alley my leather so soft my paint prettier than halle wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody but i ain't tellin' jokes... apparently a parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye you hurt her you kill me and nigga i ain't about to die see y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky i swear i look in her face and i just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry i'm richer than all y'all i got a bank full of pride ow!

[chorus] started out hustlin', ended up ballin' nigga i'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

started out hustlin', ended up ballin' started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin' nigga i'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette

my paint bubblelicious, the motor so vicious the rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses: hershey's. i'm hyper, jumpin' like a piston and when i'm in detroit i be ballin' like a piston oh, and did i mention i'm fly like a pigeon higher than gas prices, you las vegas trickin' i'm nine under par in the bentley golf cart the polo be cream but the bottle's caviar weezy i'm sick from all this tourin' you told me, sip this, then call me in the morning and i vow i never trust another woman in my life, and then i got horny

[chorus]

see i ain't goin' nowhere bitch you know a nigga been home honey money fuckin' retarded, called it down syndrome money my cake sick shift, they diagnose sickle cell bread the revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed like a mattress from sing-sing or way down to comstock these bitches call me bling king i shit when the bomb drop and sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in d-class then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass they movin' on a nigga as i walk through the valley, ready? and zulu with the cameras like i'm dickin' down halle berry my money help me do things that you niggas can't believe like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive like interactin' with women, the caliber of janet i sit and master my vision and massacre the planet- whoa! i hope you niggas know just what it is when i'm countin' my paper, niggas know i'm handlin' my biz.

[chorus]