Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up) - Jay-Z

Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up) - Jay-Z
Written by：Jay-Z/Dwight Grant/Shawn Carter/Kyambo R. Joshua/Dana Stinson/Rockwilder/A. Whitehead
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 b**ches
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 sh*t
Cop cris' spray the club on that thug sh*t
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
B**ch back that a** up like juvenile huh
When my peeps come to spend a dime apiece
You know mac come through with a line of freaks
Every b**ch 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 ni**a wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggas get in the club
Sh*t 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' sh*t
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got b**ches 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
12 am we gon' do it again
We gon' we gon' we gon' do it again
We gon' do it again
How the f**k 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 sigs in the field
Never fear for war hug squeeze that steel
F**k 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 motherf**kers 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 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
F**k the flow y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same sh*t 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 b**ches bustas
Hustlers f**k 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 ni**a still ain't bust what
6 15 ni**a 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