Versuri 03. Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)

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 
Throw the hands up, niggaz 
Throw the hands up, bitches 
Throw the hands up, bustas 
Throw the hands up, hustlers 
Throw the hands up, whores 
Throw the hands up, busters 
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 you can try 
If you want, 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 apiece 
 
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, case a clown wanna flip 
 
Mac never slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the 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 V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G. 
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit 
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up 
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to,  jigga what 
You got your hands up and 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 the 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'm a call my friends 
12 A.M. we gon' do it again 
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again 
 
By the way, yo 
How the fuck you gon' talk about M C'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 100 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 seeds in a field 
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel 
 
Fuck, 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 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 shipped two million, then I blew the three 
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour 
I came back and 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, we'll never foul out 
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out 
Throw yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas 
Hustlers, fuck that 
 
12 AM 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'm a do it again, uh, uh 
I'm, I'm, I'm a do it again 
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, let's go 
 
12 A.M. on the way to the club, 
1 A.M. DJ made it a rub 
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'm a call my friends 
12 A.M. we gon' do it again 
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again 
Let's go