Jay-Z – Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)

American musician Jay-Z unties new music titled Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)” kindly check out the song mp3 download lyrics below.

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

Roc-A-Fella y’all know what this is
We giving y’all five seconds to put your drink down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the busters we giving 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) bitches
(Throw the hands up) busters
(Throw the hands up) hustlers
(Throw the hands up) hoes!
(Throw the hands up) boasters
(Throw the hands up) Mack!

You know how Mack 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 hitting whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch back that ass up like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
You know Mack come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hip 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 their 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 nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggas get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P
Rolling up to B.I.G. (baby-baby)
Niggas be all liquored up, talking shit
‘Til their man gotta come and pick ’em up
Got bitches in the back bouncing 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 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I’m getting with her (what up?)
3 AM now I’m splitting 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 digging her out (who?)
6:15 I be kicking her out (what?)
7 AM I’ma 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)

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 Gs in your grill
Don’t talk to me ’bout MCs got skills
“He’s alright, but he’s not real”
Jay-Z’s that deal, with Sigs in the field
Love affair for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you got a flow, that’s cool with me
You got a little dough, that’s cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y’all muh’fuckers 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 rapping the same
Fuck the flow, y’all jacking our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows trying 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, bitches, busters
Hustlers, fuck that! (Throw the hands up), c’mon

12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I’m checking the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buying me drinks (what you drinking on?)
4 AM exit the club (let’s go)
5 AM think he getting 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 getting with her
3 AM now I’m splitting with her
4 AM at the waffle house
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be digging her out
6:15 I be kicking 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

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