This is a song about "Tra la la"

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

My all gold rolly or the

Livin la vita da loca

I shine like something in the sky

That’s my la-la lullaby.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

Beautiful are thou, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.