Do it Again

[Intro]
No diggity, Bronx style yeah, yeah

[Hook: x3]
In the daytime, on the late night
In the morning, on the wake-up

[Verse 1: Sadat X]
Mere words can't describe the great X
Is it the shoes on the back's house that got ya callin' out to ya girlfriend
Fool came through last night, with the manly
Made me 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
Honey walked by all fly and dropped my drink on my leather
And now my shit is fucked up
And now I gotta bill, but I cooled out, I see potential
And I got a eye for spottin' kind of like Spike
Miss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss Black
Miss Long Leg, hey I'm ready to beg
Can't do that
A vision of the deep, dark soul of home
And claimin' nigga's with, so
Hey watch the honey roll, check it
Surround sound hides ya cries
Tell ya neighbour 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
You 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 nigga's 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 trigga'
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 do that R. Kelly on ya
Fingers have some smelly on ya
The boy dry humps is now man pumps
Can you go deeper than the explorer?
First 120th street horror
Let's get naked by the laptop
Can I see that thing pop?
You can squeeze and then stop and be all up in that piece
I'm the late night window climber, you want 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 awake, the sun's in my face

[Hook: with 1 in background]

[Verse 3]
I'm runnin' around handlin' things and then like 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-uh!, now can I do it again?
Sure I can do it again!
Get on some freak shit next time and bring along ya friend
See how the world turns
Look beyond the floor burns
At least I have concerns
I didn't treat ya' like a chicken
I love ya' sexually plus intellectually

[Hook: with 1 in background]

[Various ad-libs to fade]