Do It Again
JAY Z Amil Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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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 (Bitches)
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 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 Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)
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, in 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.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
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
(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'ma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
(We gon' do it again)
By the way, yo..
How the fuck 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 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 manuever 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 (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 nigga still ain't bust (what?)
6:15 nigga will get up (uh)
7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh)
12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh
I'ma do it again
12 AM I'ma 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'ma call my friends
12 AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go
The song “Do It Again” is a celebration of the Roc-A-Fella lifestyle - partying, sex, and flaunting wealth. The intro warns the listeners to brace themselves since the club is going to get wild with the Roc squad partying. The song has three verses, each dedicated to a different rapper, each one detailing how they run the club scene. The themes of the song include partying, having sex with multiple people, consuming expensive liquor brand Cristal, and wearing expensive jewelry. The repetitive chorus of “Throw Yo Hands Up” adds to the party vibe and encourages the audience to participate.
Jay-Z's verse is a diss against rappers who claim to be similar to him but don’t possess the same amount of wealth and assets. He compares them to himself, highlighting his immense wealth, including a car with ‘chromey wheels’ and sleeves on chill. Jay-Z says he has seen this happen before to other rappers, like Big Daddy Kane, who he feels have fallen in the industry.
Overall, the song is a celebration of the lavish Roc-A-Fella lifestyle, cementing the brand's status as more than just a record label but a distinct lifestyle choice.
Line by Line Meaning
Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is
This is Roc-A-Fella, the record label. You should know who we are.
We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately
Get ready to dance, put your drinks down and come to the dance floor in 5 seconds. Let's start the party!
All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
If you're a weak person or a coward, you better leave now. Otherwise, stay and witness what's about to happen.
It's about to get real ugly in here
Things are about to get violent or intense in here, so be ready.
Five seconds is up - let's go!
Time is up, let's start the show!
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Raise your hands in the air and get ready to party.
You know how Mac come through on the club tip
I'm known for my ways in the club scene and how I party.
E'rybody real deep on that thug shit
Everyone is embracing the gangster-like atmosphere and mindset of the party.
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit
The party is getting wild, and we're spraying champagne everywhere like it's gangster activity.
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
I always have a group of beautiful women with me at the club.
We gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaks
We're getting oral sex on the dance floor while everyone else is dancing next to us.
Told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
I warned everyone that I brought a weapon (a 45 pistol) with me inside the club.
Got bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What"
There are women in the back who are dancing to my own song "Jigga What".
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
You're already putting your hands up even though I didn't even rob you or ask you to.
12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
It's midnight, and we're heading to the club.
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
It's 1 AM, and the DJ is making the club go crazy.
2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?)
It's 2 AM, and I'm now hooking up with a girl.
3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splittin with who?)
It's 3 AM, and I'm leaving with the girl I hooked up with.
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
It's 4 AM, and we're getting some food at the Waffle House restaurant.
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
It's 5 AM, and we're at my house.
6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)
It's 6 AM, and I'm having sex with the girl I brought home.
6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)
It's 6:15 AM, and I'm telling the girl to leave my house.
7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh)
It's 7 AM, and I'm going to call my friends to tell them what happened last night.
By the way, yo.. How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
By the way, how dare you speak negatively about us (MC's) and underestimate our talent and determination.
When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
We just bought some expensive cars with nice chrome wheels, so we're not worried about what you say.
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
I have expensive jewelry on both my arms, with my sleeves pulled up to show it off.
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
At any moment, I could flash a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry in your face.
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field
Jay-Z is a big deal, and he's someone who's planting seeds (starting something new) in the music industry.
Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
Your flow (rap style) is good, but it doesn't compare to mine.
None of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
None of you can compete with me, I'm too good.
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
The way I control my car (V), it's as smooth and easy as navigating through a blue sea.
The game is ours, we'll never foul out
We own this game (music industry), and we'll never be kicked out or lose our position.
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
You better hope that we leave the game voluntarily and respectfully (not forced out).
12 AM on the way to the club
It's midnight, and we're going back to the club for another night of fun.
1 AM bout to shake the butt
It's 1 AM, and we're about to dance and have a good time.
2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah)
It's 2 AM, and I'm checking out the music mix and evaluating the night.
3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?)
It's 3 AM, and someone is buying me drinks. What are you drinking?
4 AM exit the club (let's go)
It's 4 AM, and we're leaving the club and heading home.
5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right)
It's 5 AM, and someone is hoping to have sex with me.
6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what?)
It's 6 AM, and the guy still hasn't ejaculated during sex.
6:15 nigga will get up (uh)
At 6:15 AM, the guy gets up and leaves after having sex with me.
7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh)
It's 7 AM, and I'm going to call my friends to tell them what happened last night (the guy leaving after sex).
12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh
I'm going to have another night of fun and partying again tonight at midnight.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, DWIGHT GRANT, KYAMBO JOSHUA, DANA STINSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@peopleschampiii584
"He's alright but, but he's not real" J was talking his shit on this one. One of my favorite J verses.
@yea728
Basic ass bar 😂
@AridGems
I'm 40 yrs old now. This song reminds me of my youth. Rap City in the Basement days. Dope ass time to be alive.
@wendykirschner147
Yes..I just listened to THIS and my mind went all the way back
@laquanedwards7366
I just turned 40 to I feel u
@laquanedwards7366
Major Facts high school shit
@letsbefair2675
For me it was clubbing days!! Miami nights!
@ramsesiglesias7296
anybody ever will made music like this
@youngking2067
Jay Z's swag and confidence is on another level
@deserie8886
Lol right!