Sadat X - Do It Again Lyrics
No diggity, Bronx style yeah, yeah1- In the daytime, on the late night In the morning, on the wake-up In the daytime, on the late night In the morning, on the wake-up In the daytime, on the late night In the morning, on the wake-up[Verse 1]Men's words can't describe the great XIs it the shoes or the fantasticThat got cha' callin' out to ya girlfriendBoo banged who last nightMade the man leave babyForget about StanleyFor real I came charged off the Staten IsleI'm like three or four down twistedGivin' away smokeSweatin' takin' off my coatMoney walked by all fly and dropped my drink on my leatherAnd now my shit is *****ed upAnd now I gotta do with dollar bill I see potentialAnd I got a eye for spottin' kind of like SpikeMiss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss BlackMiss Long Legs, hey I'm ready to wrapCan't do thatA vision of the deep, dark soul of homeAnd claimin' niggas with droHey watch the honey roll, check itSurround sound hides ya crassTell ya neighbor liesNo that wasn't me that was my cousinHey you're a school girlBut hey you're in a different worldYou're a fly chickNow ya wanna learn a different trick[Hook: with 1 repeated in background]Now can I do it again, do it againSteady do it again, do it againAnd then ya do it again, do it againSteady do it again, do it againAnd then ya do it again, do it again[Verse 2]Life is slim put me on to a gameHad a lot of style in that last profileGot her nails filed and her hair done weeklyA real name thrower, y'all niggas know herTalkin' about garbles comin' out in tenDrinkin' goblets of gin and ain't givin' up trimTease a nigga, make em' wanna squeeze a triggerThey say a woman's best is diamonds and a man is a dogBetter come in from that fog that you swimming inBrown skin, laid out in bed is real feminineI'll put that R. Kelly on yaFingers have some smelly on yaThe boy's dry humps are now man pumpsCan he go deeper than the explorer120th street horrorLet's get ***** by the laptopCan I snap and popYou can squeeze and then stop and be all up in that pieceI'm the late night window climber, you are the rhymerYa mom thought you heard you wouldn't be *****in' in the houseNot you momma's sweetheart, undercover freak-heartImagine if she would've seen us intertwined and pretzel styleLegs and arms, hummin' with the radiator clickin'Our soft patience quickin'I couldn't slow the paceI bust off three nuts and man the sun's in my face[Hook: with 1 in background][Verse 3]I'm turnin' around handlin' things and then BAM!A toss of that ass hit me like out of nowhereAnd hey like a flashback honeyThere was a one should slipped off since day oneCheck it out, now can I do it againSure I can do it againYou're on some friction, bring along ya friendSee how the world turnsLook beyond the floor burnsAt least I have concernsI didn't take it like a chickenI love ya sexually plus intellectually[Hook: with 1 in background][Various ad-libs to fade]
