Do It Again [Put Ya Hands Up] lyrics

Yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all know what this is

We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drinks down

An' report to the dance floor immediately

All the bustas, we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to an exit

It's about to get real ugly in here, five seconds is up, let's go

Throw the hands up

Throw the hands up, niggaz

Throw the hands up, bitches

Throw the hands up, bustas

Throw the hands up, hustlers

Throw the hands up, hos

Throw the hands up, posta's

Throw the hands up, Mac

You know how Mac come through on the club tip

Everybody real deep on that thug shit

Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit

Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick

Told y'all real high, when I come through

You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to

We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild

Bitch, 'Back that ass up' like Juvenile

When my peeps come to spend a dime a piece

You know Mac come through with a line of freaks

Every bitch on the hit 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 of twist

Whole squad got a pound to spit

In case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club

If a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club

You know how niggaz get in the club, shit, you know how I be

All high in VIP, rollin' up to B.I.G.

Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit

'Til they man gotta an' come pick 'em up

Got 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 up

Everybody get it up, throw the hands up

12 A.M., on my way to the club

1 A.M., DJ made it erupt

2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her

3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her

4 A.M., at the waffle house

5 A.M., now we at my house

6 A.M., I be diggin' her out

6: 15, I be kickin' her out

7 A.M., I'ma call my friends

12 A.M., we gon' do it again

We 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 wheels

Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill

Any given times a 100 Gs in your grill

Don't talk to me 'bout MCs got skillz

He's alright but he's not real

Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field

Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow, that's cool with me

You gotta lil' dough, that's cool with me

You gotta little cars, little jewelries

But 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 V

Hat 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 three

Then I skated the four, before I went on tour

I came back an' it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same

Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang

I seen the same shit happen to Kane

Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryin' to wild out

The game is ours, will never foul out

Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out

Throw your hands up

Niggaz, bitches, bustas, hustlers

Fuck that

Throw the hands up

12 A.M., on the way to the club

1 A.M., 'bout to shake the butt

2 A.M., now I'm checkin' the mix

3 A.M., now he buyin' me drinks

4 A.M., exit the club

5 A.M., think he gettin' some butt

6 A.M., nigga still ain't bust

6: 15, nigga will get up

7 A.M., gotta tell my friends

12 A.M., I'ma do it again, I'm, I'm, I'ma do it again

12 A.M., I'ma gonna do it again

Let's go

12 A.M., on my way to the club

1 A.M., DJ made it erupt

2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her

3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her

4 A.M., at the waffle house

5 A.M., now we at my house

6 A.M., I be diggin' her out

6: 15, I be kickin' her out

7 A.M., I'ma call my friends

12 A.M., we gon' do it again

We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again

Let's go