Do it Again

Lyrics

[Intro] No diggity, Bronx style yeah, yeah [Hook: x3] In the daytime, on the late night In the morning, on the wake-up [Verse 1: Sadat X] Mere words can't describe the great X Is it the shoes on the back's house that got ya callin' out to ya girlfriend Fool came through last night, with the manly Made me forget about Stanley For real I came charged off the Staten Isle I'm like three or four down, twisted Givin' away smoke Sweatin' takin' off my coat Honey walked by all fly and dropped my drink on my leather And now my shit is fucked up And now I gotta bill, but I cooled out, I see potential And I got a eye for spottin' kind of like Spike Miss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss Black Miss Long Leg, hey I'm ready to beg Can't do that A vision of the deep, dark soul of home And claimin' nigga's with, so Hey watch the honey roll, check it Surround sound hides ya cries Tell ya neighbour lies No, that wasn't me that was my cousin Hey you're a school girl But hey you're in a different world You're a fly chick You wanna learn a different trick? [Hook: with 1 repeated in background] Now can I do it again, do it again Steady do it again, do it again And then ya do it again, do it again Steady do it again, do it again And then ya do it again, do it again [Verse 2] Life is slim, put me on to a game Had a lot of style in that last profile Got her nails filed and her hair done weekly A real name thrower, y'all nigga's know her Talkin' about garbles comin' out in ten Drinkin' goblets of gin and ain't givin' up trim Tease a nigga, make em' wanna squeeze a trigga' They say a woman's best is diamonds and a man is a dog Better come in from that fog that you swimming in Brown skin, laid out in bed is real feminine I'll do that R. Kelly on ya Fingers have some smelly on ya The boy dry humps is now man pumps Can you go deeper than the explorer? First 120th street horror Let's get naked by the laptop Can I see that thing pop? You can squeeze and then stop and be all up in that piece I'm the late night window climber, you want the rhymer Ya mom thought you heard you wouldn't be fuckin' in the house Not you momma's sweetheart, undercover freak-heart Imagine if she would've seen us intertwined and pretzel style Legs and arms, hummin' with the radiator clickin' Our soft patience quickin' I couldn't slow the pace I bust off three nuts and awake, the sun's in my face [Hook: with 1 in background] [Verse 3] I'm runnin' around handlin' things and then like BAM! A toss of that ass hit me like out of nowhere And hey like a flashback honey There was a one should slipped off since day one Check it out-uh!, now can I do it again? Sure I can do it again! Get on some freak shit next time and bring along ya friend See how the world turns Look beyond the floor burns At least I have concerns I didn't treat ya' like a chicken I love ya' sexually plus intellectually [Hook: with 1 in background] [Various ad-libs to fade]