Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-FellaY'all know what this is We giving y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately All the busters: we giving 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! [Bridge: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample ] (Throw they hands up) Ugh, ugh, ugh(Throw they hands up) Niggas(Throw they hands up) Bitches(Throw they hands up) Busters(Throw they hands up) Hustlers(Throw they hands up) Hoes(Throw they hands up) Boasters(Throw they hands up) Mack! [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z ] You know how Mack come through on the club tip E'erybody real deep on that thug shit ( Uh-huh ) Cop Cris', spray the club, on that thug shit (Uh-huh) Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick ( Uh-huh ) Told y'all real high (When I come through) ( Ugh, ugh ) You can try (If you want to)You can die (If you want to) We hitting whores on the floor, whole crew be wild (Yeah) Bitch, "back that ass up," like Juvenile (Huh) When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece (Uh-huh) ( Ugh ) You know Mack come through with a line of freaks ( Ugh ) Every bitch on the hip be a nine at least ( Uh-huh ) We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks Whole squad get it down like this ( Ugh ) Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris' ( Hands up, hands ) Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound to twist ( Ugh ) Whole squad got a pound to spit 'Case a clown wanna flip (Buck, buck, buck) Mack never slip in the club (Yeah)Told y'all niggas, four-fif' in the club (Buck) If a nigga wanna draw (Ugh), then, the blood, it can drip in the club (Yeah)You know how niggas get in the club (Huh) Shit you know how I be, all high in V-I-P Rollin' up to B.I.G. ("Baby!") Niggas be all liquored up, talkin' shit 'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up ( Uh-huh ) Got bitches in the back, bouncing to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up [Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample ] E'erybody, get it up ( Throw they hands up ) E'erybody, get it up ( Throw they hands up ) [Chorus: Jay-Z, Amil, Barron Ricks sample, & Jay-Z & Amil] 12 a.m., on my way to the club (Ugh)1 a.m., DJ made it erupt (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)2 a.m., now I'm gettin' with her (Throw they hands up, What up?)3 a.m., now I'm splittin' with her (Splittin' with who?)4 a.m., at the Waffle House (Throw they hands up, Waffle House)5 a.m., now we at my house (Throw they hands up, Ugh)6 a.m., I be diggin' her out (Throw they hands up, Yeah)6:15, I be kickin' her out (What?!)7 a.m., I'ma call my friends (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)12 a.m., we gon' do it again (Throw they hands up, Ugh)We gon', we gon', (By the way...) we gon' do it again, let's go (Yo...) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on our heel?When we just cop them things, homie, the chrome-y wheels Both arms is chunky, the sleeves on chill Any given time's, a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout emcees got skillsHe's all right, but he's not real , Jay-Z's that deal, with Sigs in the fieldLove affair for war—hug, squeeze that steel Fuck—you got a flow? That's cool with meYou got a little dough? That's cool with meYou got a little cars, little jewelriesBut none of y'all muh'fuckers 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? Niggas shipped two million, then I blew to threeThen I skated the four 'fore I went on tour I came back and it's plain: y'all niggas ain't rappin' the sameFuck the flow—y'all jackin' our slang I seen the same shit happen to KaneThree cuts in your eyebrows, tryna wild out The game is ours—we'll never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up—niggas, bitches, bustersHustlers, fuck that! (Throw they hands up) C'mon! [Chorus: Amil, Jay-Z, Barron Ricks sample & Amil & Jay-Z] 12 a.m., on the way to the club (Throw they hands up,Uh huh)1 a.m., 'bout to shake the butt (Throw they hands up, Ugh, shake some butt)2 a.m., now I'm checkin' the mink (Right here, bitch...)3 a.m., now he buyin' me drinks (What she drinkin' on?)4 a.m., exit the club (Throw they hands up, Let's go)5 a.m., think he gettin' some butt (Throw they hands up, That's right)6 a.m., nigga still ain't bust (What?!)6:15, "nigga, we'll get up" (I'm out) (Throw they hands up, Ugh)7 a.m. gotta tell my friends (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)12 a.m., I'ma do it againUgh, ugh, I'ma do it again12 a.m., I'ma (We gon') do it again [Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample ] Uh-huh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Throw they hands up)Let's go [Chorus: Jay-Z] 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 her4 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 out7 a.m., I'ma call my friends12 a.m., we gon' do it againWe gon', we gon' (Uh-huh, uh-huh-ugh)We gon' do it againLet's go [Outro: Barron Ricks sample ] Throw they hands up