Do It

Guy & Markell Riley & Antwone Dickey - Rap, R&B
Do It
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Duration: 2:37
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[Intro: Teddy Riley] Yo, check this, I miss the chicks dancin' on the dance floor Kick that one time [Verse 1: Teddy Riley] Uh, uh, uh I wanna You flaunt it and we do it real slow, I wanna You want it and we do it some more, I wanna See you on my bedroom floor while I hit you with the scream 'til you scream no more, I wanna See you in the seat of my Porsche, got the navigation system, stays on course And of course, you know I wanna see you every week 'til we freak to every T.R. beat I wanna, see you in my see-through floor While I'm layin' in the bed through the ceilin', is it cool? I wanna, know, but did she really know she got a m�nage � trois guy from head to toe I wanna, see you with the rest of your tapes So I can bring 'em to my brother, let him see what I mean I wanna hit it, so she know I was there So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there [Chorus: Teddy Riley] I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it) So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there [Verse 2: Teddy Riley] Yo, now can you meet me and your teddy at my condo? I got the fireplace, candlelight, and stereo We got it rockin', but nobody else, here it though So when I go low, you can scream loud, yo I wanna be that brother hoppin' out your birthday cake It ain't your birthday, but, baby, I won't player hate But can you see us in the back in the pool? No water in the pool, but she's wet, hot, and cool And now we thirty thousand feet in the air I got you on the jet doin' it and pullin' your hair And it's a shame it ain't no room in first-class But we gon' make it happen, baby, just don't spill the glass I want one wish just to get with you On every corner, girl, smashin' true, uh Ask Guy, they gon' tell you the same I wanna do it 'til I, do it 'til I blow the brain [Chorus: Teddy Riley] I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Uh, 'til I blow the brain Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Uh, 'til I blow the brain [Post-Chorus: Markell Riley] I like it 'cause nobody else knows I like when you touch your toes I like how you lick your lips Come out your lingerie and twist your hips, uh Never ever play for keeps When the time is right, spread love with my peeps, uh I like it how everything goes Nice and slow, up and down, ayo, ayo [Verse 3: Antwone Dickey] I wanna, I wanna hear ya yell, "Pirate! Ahoy!" While I'm bringin' it from the back, Teddy givin' ya joy I wanna, I wanna see you at the top of my sh** Pirates watch buckles and you know who she with I wanna, I wanna bounce with your eyes on the island I wanna switch up styles while we study, profilin' I wanna, know, now did you know my lingo? When I yell, "Let, ho," that mean, baby, let's go I wanna predict the flow like a Roy Jones bounce So when she step into the room, her body knockin' ya out I wanna chill with ya, just chill with ya Guy, Teddy Riley, Aaron, Damion, Guy, get the picture, what? We live, procrastin' in the dark Got a girl in my room, she tryna tear the room apart But I'm a pirate, why she actin' all brave? Ahoy, baby, get ready, I'ma sail your waves [Chorus: Antwone Dickey & Teddy Riley] I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it Ahoy, get ready, I'ma sail your waves I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it Ahoy, get ready, I'ma sail your waves (Uh) [Outro: Teddy Riley] Ah (Oh) Yeah, you like it, baby? (Oh) Uh, you like it, baby (Yeah, baby) Uh, I got you, baby (Yeah) Yeah, you like it, baby? (Oh) Uh, I like it, baby (Oh) Yeah, you like it, baby? (Yeah, baby) Uh, I got you, baby (Yeah) Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Teddy Riley
- Sauce Money
- Antwone Dickey