Do it Again

No diggity, Bronx style yeah, yeah 1- 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 X Is it the shoes or the fantastic That got cha' callin' out to ya girlfriend Boo banged who last night Made the man leave baby Forget about Stanley For real I came charged off the Staten Isle I'm like three or four down twisted Givin' away smoke Sweatin' takin' off my coat Money walked by all fly and dropped my drink on my leather And now my shit is fucked up And now I gotta do with dollar bill I see potential And I got a eye for spottin' kind of like Spike Miss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss Black Miss Long Legs, hey I'm ready to wrap Can't do that A vision of the deep, dark soul of home And claimin' niggas with dro Hey watch the honey roll, check it Surround sound hides ya crass Tell ya neighbor lies No that wasn't me that was my cousin Hey you're a school girl But hey you're in a different world You're a fly chick Now ya wanna learn a different trick [Hook: with 1 repeated in background] Now can I do it again, do it again Steady do it again, do it again And then ya do it again, do it again Steady do it again, do it again And then ya do it again, do it again [Verse 2] Life is slim put me on to a game Had a lot of style in that last profile Got her nails filed and her hair done weekly A real name thrower, y'all niggas know her Talkin' about garbles comin' out in ten Drinkin' goblets of gin and ain't givin' up trim Tease a nigga, make em' wanna squeeze a trigger They say a woman's best is diamonds and a man is a dog Better come in from that fog that you swimming in Brown skin, laid out in bed is real feminine I'll put that R. Kelly on ya Fingers have some smelly on ya The boy's dry humps are now man pumps Can he go deeper than the explorer 120th street horror Let's get naked by the laptop Can I snap and pop You can squeeze and then stop and be all up in that piece I'm the late night window climber, you are the rhymer Ya mom thought you heard you wouldn't be fuckin' in the house Not you momma's sweetheart, undercover freak-heart Imagine if she would've seen us intertwined and pretzel style Legs and arms, hummin' with the radiator clickin' Our soft patience quickin' I couldn't slow the pace I 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 nowhere And hey like a flashback honey There was a one should slipped off since day one Check it out, now can I do it again Sure I can do it again You're on some friction, bring along ya friend See how the world turns Look beyond the floor burns At least I have concerns I didn't take it like a chicken I love ya sexually plus intellectually [Hook: with 1 in background] [Various ad-libs to fade]