Do It Again Lyrics - Amil

Roc-a-fella, y'all know what this is 

We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down 

And report to the dance floor immediately 

All the bustas we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a exit 

It's about to get real ugly in here 

Five seconds is up, let's go 

Throw the hands up 

Throw the hands up, niggaz 

Throw the hands up, bitches 

Throw the hands up, bustas 

Throw the hands up, hustlers 

Throw the hands up, whores 

Throw the hands up, busters 

Throw the hands up, Mac 

You know how Mac come through on the club tip 

Everybody real deep on that thug shit 

Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit 

Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick 

Told y'all real high, when I come you can try 

If you want, you can die, if you want to 

We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild 

Bitch, back that ass up like Juvenile 

When my peeps come to spend a dime apiece 

You know Mac come through with a line of freaks 

Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least 

We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks 

Whole squad get it down like this 

Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris' 

Whole squad got they crowns on wrist 

Whole squad got a pound of twist 

Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna flip 

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club 

If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club 

You know how niggaz get in the club 

Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G. 

Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit 

'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up 

Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga what 

You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up 

Everybody get it up 

Throw the hands up 

Everybody get it up 

Throw the hands up 

12 A.M. on the way to the club 

1 A.M. DJ made it erupt 

2 A.M. now I'm gettin' with her 

3 A.M. now I'm splittin' with her 

4 A.M. at the waffle house 

5 A.M. now we at my house 

6 A.M. I be diggin' her out 

6:15 I be kickin' her out 

7 A.M. I'm a call my friends 

12 A.M. we gon' do it again 

We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again 

By the way, yo 

How the fuck you gon' talk about M C's on our heel? 

When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels 

Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill 

Any given times 100 G's in your grill 

Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills 

"He's alright, but he's not real" 

Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field 

Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel 

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me 

You got a little dough that cool with me 

You got a little cars, little jewelries 

But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me 

You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees 

'Bout as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V 

Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? 

With that new blue Yankee on, who but me? 

Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the three 

Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour 

I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same 

Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang 

I seen the same shit happen to Kane 

Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out 

The game is ours, we'll never foul out 

Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out 

Throw yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas 

Hustlers, fuck that 

12 AM on the way to the club 

1 A.M. 'bout to shake the butt 

2 A.M. now I'm checkin' the mix 

3 A.M. now he buyin' me drinks 

4 A.M. exit the club 

5 A.M. think he gettin' some butt 

6 A.M. nigga still ain't bust 

6:15 nigga will get up 

7 A.M. gotta tell my friends 

12 A.M. I'm a do it again, uh, uh 

I'm, I'm, I'm a do it again 

12 A.M. I'm a do it again, let's go 

12 A.M. on the way to the club, 

1 A.M. DJ made it a rub 

2 A.M. now I'm gettin' with her 

3 A.M. now I'm splittin' with her 

4 A.M. at the waffle house 

5 A.M. now we at my house 

6 A.M. I be diggin' her out 

6:15 I be kickin' her out 

7 A.M. I'm a call my friends 

12 A.M. we gon' do it again 

We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again 

Let's go