Mase - Do It Again Lyrics
[puff]Yeah, yeah yeahUh huhIm gonna do it againAnd again and again and againAnd again and again and againWont stop, it cant stopWont stop, cant stop[mase]Double up, bad boyDouble up, h-world, its not a gameYou know, no matter where you goTheres no duo that you knowGet loot though, and still love the chulosWe talk more spinnin girls our cooloThan any other members and youre part of my new dough[puff]Get where mad cats live and prayI dont like where Im at? call a lear, get away[mase]Yall lay away, I pay and get today (uh huh)Things you save for, I probably give away (yeah)[puff]And with puff? who woulda thinkPlain jesus piece, diamond cuban linkSalvation army when Im through with the minkI buy the whole bar, my crew dont even drink(dont even drink)[mase]We do sets behind the neckThats my denale right behind the lexLike girls that find their sex get all kinda respectWhen Im 40, imma get all kinda checks1 - [puff]You want us do it again? (yeah)Cuz we can do it again (uh huh)You want us do it again?All you gotta say is do it again (do it again)You want us do it again? (yeah)Cuz we can do it again (uh huh)You want us do it again?All you gotta say is do it again (do it again)[puff]Spend big, you spend a littleSo I take whats big and you take whats littleI bring a full stage straight up the middleGirl too tight? break the middleNow, why be the illest if your money aint the realist?Mad cats hate on me, mad girls feel itCut a chick off, let mase mess wit herPre-nup these girls so Im never stuck wit herWanna coup our group nine eight carDoin 20 in a bentley even wit out a radarYou minor, Im major, I dont play parIm a shining pay star with diamonds from quasarPeep all your script, I dont wanna pay yallLet me tear wit my kids, its what your days areHow the f you duck infrared laserSo my sympathy goes out to the lady that made yall, yeahRepeat 1[mase]Yo, marchin around the world and met no manThat had ice like frosty the snowmanAnd though my name mase, what does it mean?Dolla sign, no matter what I do, make c.r.e.a.m.Out of famine steak greens, miller a-teamsAnd grew up pretty cuz my pop got great genesI hold it down now that b.i.g. goneI hit butt ***** and then keep my kicks onI dont get my cris on, I throw a brick on some young bad chickThat lolly probably flipped onYou better get goin, you wanna live longCant nobody protect me like my tres cinco sieteIf you front, youll just read about it next dayIm that cat you know you got killer respectStay out my way if youre feelin my threatYoull know its real when you face feel a gilletteAnd I come through the club with your deal on my neck, come onAll outAll out, bad boyWhatAll out, all outLets goRepeat 1 until fade
