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waylon jennings - do it again lyrics

[jay-z]
roc-a-fella
y’all know what this is
we givin y’all five seconds to put your drinks down
and report to the dance floor immediately
all the bustas we giving 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 (uh, uh, uh)
throw the hands up (n-gg-z)
throw the hands up (b-tches)
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)

[beanie sigel]
you know how mac come through on the club tip
everybody 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 through
you can try if you want to, you can die if you want to
we hittin wh-r-s on the floor, whole crew be wild
b-tch “back that azz up” like juvenile (huh)
when my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece
you know mac come through with a line of freaks
every b-tch on the hit be a 9 at least
we getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks
whole squad get it down like this
whole squad buying 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 n-gg-s 4/5th in a club
if a n-gg- wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
you know how n-gg-z get in the club, sh-t you know how i be
all high in vip, rolling up to b.i.g. (baby)
n-gg-z be all liquored up talkin sh-t
till’ they man gotta come pick them up
got b-tches in the back bouncin to “jigga what”
you got your hands up and i ain’t even stick y’all up

throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, everybody get it up)
throw the hands up

[jay-z (amil)]
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 (splitting 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 gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
(we gonna do it again)

[jay-z]
by the way yo
yo, how the f-ck you gonna talk about mc’s on our hill
when we just cop them things homey the chromy 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 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
f-ck, you gotta a flow that’s cool with me
you gotta lil’ dough that cool with me
you gotta little cars little jewelries
but none of y’all motherf-ckers could fool with me
you know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees
bout as blue as the sea the way i manuever the v
hat c-cked can’t see his eyes, who could it be?
with that new blue yankee on, who but me?
n-gg-z shift two million, then i blew the three
then i skated the four, before i went on tour
i came back and it’s plain
y’all n-gg-z ain’t rappin the same
f-ck the flow y’all jackin our slang
i seen the same sh-t happen to kane
three cuts in your eyebrow 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
n-gg-z, b-tches, bustas, hustlers f-ck that
(throw the hands up)

[amil (jay-z)]
12 am on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 am bout to shake the b-tt (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 b-tt (that’s right)
6 am n-gg- still ain’t bust (what)
6: 15 n-gg- will get up (uh)
7 am gotta tell my friends (ah huh)
12 am i’ma do it again, uh, uh
i’ma do it again
12 am we gonna do it again
(uh, uh let’s go)

[jay-z]
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 gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
let’s go

- waylon jennings lyrics

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