Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
Yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all know what this isWe givin' y'all five seconds to put your drinks downAn' report to the dance floor immediatelyAll the bustas, we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to an exitIt's about to get real ugly in here, five seconds is up, let's go
Throw the hands upThrow the hands up, niggazThrow the hands up, bitchesThrow the hands up, bustas
Throw the hands up, hustlersThrow the hands up, hosThrow the hands up, posta'sThrow the hands up, Mac
You know how Mac come through on the club tipEverybody real deep on that thug shitCop Cris' spray the club on that thug shitCop frisks suits, snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come throughYou can try if you want to, you can die if you want toWe hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wildBitch, 'Back that ass up' like Juvenile
When my peeps come to spend a dime a pieceYou know Mac come through with a line of freaksEvery bitch on the hit be a 9 at leastWe gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like thisWhole squad buyin' rounds of CrisWhole squad got they crowns on wristWhole squad got a pound of twistWhole squad got a pound to spitIn case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a clubIf a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the clubYou know how niggaz get in the club, shit, you know how I beAll high in VIP, rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit'Til they man gotta an' come pick 'em upGot bitches in the back bouncin' to 'Jigga what?'You got your hands up an' I ain't even stick y'all up
Everybody get it up, throw the hands upEverybody get it up, throw the hands up
12 A.M., on my way to the club1 A.M., DJ made it erupt2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her
4 A.M., at the waffle house5 A.M., now we at my house6 A.M., I be diggin' her out6: 15, I be kickin' her out
7 A.M., I'ma call my friends12 A.M., we gon' do it againWe gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MCs on our hill?When we just cop them things, homey, the chromy wheelsBoth arms are chunky the sleeves on chillAny given times a 100 Gs in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MCs got skillzHe's alright but he's not realJay-Z's that deal with seeds in a fieldNever fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you gotta a flow, that's cool with meYou gotta lil' dough, that's cool with meYou gotta little cars, little jewelriesBut 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 VHat 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 threeThen I skated the four, before I went on tourI came back an' it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the sameFuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to KaneThree cuts in your eyebrows, tryin' to wild outThe game is ours, will never foul outY'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands upNiggaz, bitches, bustas, hustlersFuck thatThrow the hands up
12 A.M., on the way to the club1 A.M., 'bout to shake the butt2 A.M., now I'm checkin' the mix3 A.M., now he buyin' me drinks
4 A.M., exit the club5 A.M., think he gettin' some butt6 A.M., nigga still ain't bust6: 15, nigga will get up
7 A.M., gotta tell my friends12 A.M., I'ma do it again, I'm, I'm, I'ma do it again12 A.M., I'ma gonna do it againLet's go
12 A.M., on my way to the club1 A.M., DJ made it erupt2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her
4 A.M., at the waffle house5 A.M., now we at my house6 A.M., I be diggin' her out6: 15, I be kickin' her out
7 A.M., I'ma call my friends12 A.M., we gon' do it againWe gon', we gon', we gon' do it againLet's go