Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)

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Jay-Z

Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), better known by his stage name Jay-Z, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and occasional actor. He is one of the most financially successful hip hop artists and entrepreneurs in America. In 2012, Forbes estimated Carter's net worth at nearly $500 million. He has sold approximately 50 million albums worldwide, while receiving fourteen Grammy Awards for his musical work, and numerous additional nominations. He is consistently ranked as one of the greatest rappers of all-time. He was ranked #1 by MTV in their list of The Greatest MCs of All-Time in 2006. Two of his albums, Reasonable Doubt (1996) and The Blueprint (2001) are considered landmarks in the genre with both of them being ranked in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.Blender included the former on their 500 CDs You Must Own Before You Die.

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1999

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[Intro: Jay-Z]
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 busters 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) Ladies
(Throw the hands up) Fellas
(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!

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
You know how Mack come through on the club tip
E'rybody real deep on that thug tip
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug tip
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
Chick back that thang up like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
You know Mack come through with a line of freaks
Every chick on the hip 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 to twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in the club
Told y'all n***** four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how I get in the club
S*** you know how I be, all high in V.I.P
Rollin' up to B.I.G. (baby-baby)
Niggas be all liquored up, talkin' it
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got pigeons in the back bouncin' to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up

[Break: Jay-Z]
E'rybody get it up (Throw the hands up)
E'rybody get it up (Throw the hands up)

[Chorus: 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 (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)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
By the way, yo..
How the f*** 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 Sigs in the field
Love affair for war, hug, squeeze that steel
F***, 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'f***ers 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?
N****s 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 n****s ain't rappin' the same
F*** the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same s*** 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 - ladies, fellas, busters
Hustlers, everybody! (Throw the hands up), c'mon

[Chorus: Amil (Jay-Z)]
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 n**** still ain't bust (what?)
6:15 n**** 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)

[Chorus: 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 gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go

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