do it again

Lyrics

, roc-a-fella, y'all know what this is, we givin y'all five seconds to put your drinks down, and report to the dance floor immediately, all the bustas we giving y'all five seconds to get close to an 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, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, 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 through, you can try if you want to, you can die if you want to, we hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild, bitch "back that azz up" like juvenile, when my peeps come through 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 getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks, whole squad get it down like this, whole squad buying rounds of cris, whole squad got they crowns on wrist, whole squad got a pound of twist, whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip, mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a 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 vip, rolling up to b.i.g. niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit, till' they man gotta come pick them up, got bitches in the back bouncin to "jigga what", you got your hands up and i ain't even stick y'all up, throw the hands up, throw the hands up, ], 12 am on the way to the club, 1 am dj made it erupt, 2 am now i'm gettin with her, 3 am now i'm splittin with her, 4 am at the waffle house, 5 am now we at my house, 6 am i be diggin her out, 6:15 i be kickin her out, 7 am i'ma call my friends, 12am we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again, by the way yo, yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about mc's on our hill, when we just cop them things homey the chromy 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 skillz, 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 gotta lil' dough that cool with me, you gotta little cars little jewelries, but none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me, you know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees, bout as blue as the sea the way i manuever the v, hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?, with that new blue yankee on, who but me?, niggaz shift two million, then i blew the three, then i skated the four, before 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 eyebrow tryin to wild out, the game is ours will never foul out, y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out, throw your hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas, hustlers fuck that, ], 12 am on the way to the club, 1 am bout to shake the butt, 2 am now i'm checkin the mix, 3 am now he buyin me drinks, 4 am exit the club, 5 am think he gettin some butt, 6 am nigga still ain't bust, 6:15 nigga will get up, 7 am gotta tell my friends, 12 am i'ma do it again, uh, uh, i'ma do it again, 12 am we gonna do it again, 12 am on the way to the club, 1 am dj made it a rub, 2 am now i'm gettin with her, 3 am now i'm splittin with her, 4 am at the waffle house, 5 am now we at my house, 6 am i be diggin her out, 6:15 i be kickin her out, 7 am i'ma call my friends, 12 am we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again, let's go