Do It Again Songtext
von JAY‐Z

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 (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (Niggas)
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Throw the hands up (Hoes!)
Throw the hands up (Boasters)
Throw the hands up (MAC)


You know how Mac come through on the club tip
E′rybody 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 (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hip 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 to twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in the club
Told y'all niggas four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggas get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Niggas 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

(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
(E′rybody get it up) Throw the hands up

12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I′m gettin with her (what up?)
3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splittin with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)
6: 15 I be kickin her out (what?)
7 AM I′mma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gon' do it again
We gon′, we gon', we gon′ do it again
(We gon' do it again)


By the way, yo.
How the fuck you gon' talk about MC′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 a hundred 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 Beans and Amil
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 manuever the V
Hat cocked can′t see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
Niggas shipped two million, then I blew to three
Then I skated to four, ′fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y′all niggas 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 - niggas, bitches, bustas
Hustlers - FUCK THAT (throw the hands up)

12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?)
4 AM exit the club (let′s go)
5 AM think he gettin some butt (that′s right)
6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what?)
6: 15 nigga will get up (uh)
7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh)
12 AM I′mma do it again, uh, uh
I'mma do it again
12 AM I′mma do it again
(Uh-huh, uh, uh. let's go)

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'mma call my friends
12 AM we gon′ do it again
We gon′, we gon', we gon′ do it again
Let's go