Do It Again [Put Ya Hands Up]
JAY-Z
Track 3 on Vol. 3… Life and Times of S. Carter
Featuring
Produced by
Do It Again [Put Ya Hands Up] Lyrics
[Intro: Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella
Y'all know what this is
We giving y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately
All the busters: We giving 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!
[Bridge: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
(Throw they hands up) Ugh, ugh, ugh
(Throw they hands up) Niggas
(Throw they hands up) Bitches
(Throw they hands up) Busters
(Throw they hands up) Hustlers
(Throw they hands up) Hoes
(Throw they hands up) Boasters
(Throw they hands up) Mack!
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z]
You know how Mack come through on the club tip
E'erybody real deep on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop Cris', spray the club, on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick (Uh-huh)
Told y'all real high (When I come through) (Ugh, ugh)
You can try (If you want to)
You can die (If you want to)
We hitting whores on the floor, whole crew be wild (Yeah)
Bitch, "back that ass up," like Juvenile (Huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece (Uh-huh, ugh)
You know Mack come through with a line of freaks (Ugh)
Every bitch on the hip be a nine at least (Uh-huh)
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this (Ugh)
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris' (Hands up, hands)
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound to twist (Ugh)
Whole squad got a pound to spit
'Case a clown wanna flip (Buck, buck, buck)
Mack never slip in the club (Yeah)
Told y'all niggas, four-fif' in the club (Buck)
If a nigga wanna draw (Ugh), then, the blood, it can drip in the club (Yeah)
You know how niggas get in the club (Huh)
Shit you know how I be, all high in V-I-P
Rollin' up to B.I.G. ("Baby!")
Niggas be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up (Uh-huh)
Got bitches in the back, bouncing to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
Roc-A-Fella
Y'all know what this is
We giving y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately
All the busters: We giving 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!
[Bridge: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
(Throw they hands up) Ugh, ugh, ugh
(Throw they hands up) Niggas
(Throw they hands up) Bitches
(Throw they hands up) Busters
(Throw they hands up) Hustlers
(Throw they hands up) Hoes
(Throw they hands up) Boasters
(Throw they hands up) Mack!
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z]
You know how Mack come through on the club tip
E'erybody real deep on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop Cris', spray the club, on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick (Uh-huh)
Told y'all real high (When I come through) (Ugh, ugh)
You can try (If you want to)
You can die (If you want to)
We hitting whores on the floor, whole crew be wild (Yeah)
Bitch, "back that ass up," like Juvenile (Huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece (Uh-huh, ugh)
You know Mack come through with a line of freaks (Ugh)
Every bitch on the hip be a nine at least (Uh-huh)
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this (Ugh)
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris' (Hands up, hands)
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound to twist (Ugh)
Whole squad got a pound to spit
'Case a clown wanna flip (Buck, buck, buck)
Mack never slip in the club (Yeah)
Told y'all niggas, four-fif' in the club (Buck)
If a nigga wanna draw (Ugh), then, the blood, it can drip in the club (Yeah)
You know how niggas get in the club (Huh)
Shit you know how I be, all high in V-I-P
Rollin' up to B.I.G. ("Baby!")
Niggas be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up (Uh-huh)
Got bitches in the back, bouncing to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
[Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
E'erybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
E'erybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
[Chorus: Jay-Z, Amil, Barron Ricks sample, & Jay-Z & Amil]
12 a.m., on my way to the club (Ugh)
1 a.m., DJ made it erupt (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
2 a.m., now I'm gettin' with her (Throw they hands up, what up?)
3 a.m., now I'm splittin' with her (splittin' with who?)
4 a.m., at the Waffle House (Throw they hands up, Waffle House)
5 a.m., now we at my house (Throw they hands up, ugh)
6 a.m., I be diggin' her out (Throw they hands up, who?)
6:15, I be kickin' her out (What?)
7 a.m., I'ma call my friends (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
12 a.m., we gon' do it again (Throw they hands up, ugh)
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again, let's go (By the way, yo)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on our heel?
When we just cop them things, homie, the chrome-y wheels
Both arms is chunky, the sleeves on chill
Any given times, a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout emcees got skills
He's all right, but he's not real,
Jay-Z's that deal, with Sigs in the field
Love affair for war—hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck—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'fuckers 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?
Niggas shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain: Y'all niggas ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow—y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryna wild out
The game is ours—we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up—niggas, bitches, busters
Hustlers, fuck that! (Throw they hands up) C'mon!
E'erybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
E'erybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
[Chorus: Jay-Z, Amil, Barron Ricks sample, & Jay-Z & Amil]
12 a.m., on my way to the club (Ugh)
1 a.m., DJ made it erupt (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
2 a.m., now I'm gettin' with her (Throw they hands up, what up?)
3 a.m., now I'm splittin' with her (splittin' with who?)
4 a.m., at the Waffle House (Throw they hands up, Waffle House)
5 a.m., now we at my house (Throw they hands up, ugh)
6 a.m., I be diggin' her out (Throw they hands up, who?)
6:15, I be kickin' her out (What?)
7 a.m., I'ma call my friends (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
12 a.m., we gon' do it again (Throw they hands up, ugh)
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again, let's go (By the way, yo)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on our heel?
When we just cop them things, homie, the chrome-y wheels
Both arms is chunky, the sleeves on chill
Any given times, a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout emcees got skills
He's all right, but he's not real,
Jay-Z's that deal, with Sigs in the field
Love affair for war—hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck—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'fuckers 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?
Niggas shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain: Y'all niggas ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow—y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryna wild out
The game is ours—we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up—niggas, bitches, busters
Hustlers, fuck that! (Throw they hands up) C'mon!
[Chorus: Amil, Jay-Z, & Barron Ricks sample]
12 a.m., on the way to the club (Throw they hands up,uh huh)
1 a.m., 'bout to shake the butt (Throw they hands up, ugh, 'bout to shake the butt)
2 a.m., now I'm checkin' the mink (Ah, yeah, hot-ass bitch)
3 a.m., now he buyin' me drinks (What you drinkin' on?)
4 a.m., exit the club (Throw they hands up, let's go)
5 a.m., think he gettin' some butt (Throw they hands up,that's right)
6 a.m., nigga still ain't bust (What?)
6:15, nigga, we'll get up (Throw they hands up, ugh, I'm out)
7 a.m. gotta tell my friends (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
12 a.m., I'ma do it again
Ugh, ugh, I'ma do it again
12 a.m., we gon' do it again
[Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
Uh-huh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Throw they hands up)
Let's go
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
12 a.m., on my way to the club
1 a.m., DJ made it erupt
2 a.m., now I'm gettin' with her
3 a.m., now I'm splittin' with her
4 a.m., at the Waffle House
5 a.m., now we at my house
6 a.m., I be diggin' her out
6:15, I be kickin' her out
7 a.m., I'ma call my friends
12 a.m., we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon' (Uh-huh, uh-huh-ugh)
We gon' do it again
Let's go
12 a.m., on the way to the club (Throw they hands up,uh huh)
1 a.m., 'bout to shake the butt (Throw they hands up, ugh, 'bout to shake the butt)
2 a.m., now I'm checkin' the mink (Ah, yeah, hot-ass bitch)
3 a.m., now he buyin' me drinks (What you drinkin' on?)
4 a.m., exit the club (Throw they hands up, let's go)
5 a.m., think he gettin' some butt (Throw they hands up,that's right)
6 a.m., nigga still ain't bust (What?)
6:15, nigga, we'll get up (Throw they hands up, ugh, I'm out)
7 a.m. gotta tell my friends (Throw they hands up, uh-huh)
12 a.m., I'ma do it again
Ugh, ugh, I'ma do it again
12 a.m., we gon' do it again
[Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
Uh-huh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Throw they hands up)
Let's go
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
12 a.m., on my way to the club
1 a.m., DJ made it erupt
2 a.m., now I'm gettin' with her
3 a.m., now I'm splittin' with her
4 a.m., at the Waffle House
5 a.m., now we at my house
6 a.m., I be diggin' her out
6:15, I be kickin' her out
7 a.m., I'ma call my friends
12 a.m., we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon' (Uh-huh, uh-huh-ugh)
We gon' do it again
Let's go
[Outro: Barron Ricks sample]
Throw they hands up
Throw they hands up
About
Genius Annotation
This intentional club banger off of Vol 3… Life and Times of S. Carter features then Roc-A-Fella signees Beanie Sigel and Amil. The music video for this song is also the origin of this reaction GIF:
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
Is there a music video for this track?
Genius Answer
Directed by frequent Roc-A-Fella Records collaborator Dave Meyers, the video premiered on MTV on December 2, 1999.
- 2.So Ghetto
- 3.Do It Again [Put Ya Hands Up]
- 4.Dope Man
- 7.Snoopy Track
- 8.S. Carter
- 9.Pop 4 Roc
- 10.Watch Me
- 11.Big Pimpin’
- 13.Come and Get Me
- 14.NYMP
- 16.Jigga My Nigga
- 18.Is That Yo Bitch
- 19.Anything
Credits
Featuring
Produced By
Written By
Distributor
Copyright ©
Phonographic Copyright ℗
Recording Engineer
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mixing Engineer
Assistant Engineer
Recorded At
Sony Music Studios (New York City)
Release Date
December 28, 1999
Songs That Interpolate Do It Again [Put Ya Hands Up]
Pull Your Skirt Up by Benzino, How Many Licks? by Lil' Kim (Ft. Sisqó), One Minute Man (Remix) by Missy Elliott (Ft. JAY-Z), Let’s Get Married (Reception Remix) by Jagged Edge (Ft. Kanye West), Shut Up, Man by Das Racist (Ft. El-P), Brown Bag ('04 FTA) by Mike G, 1 AM by Meek Mill, We Fly High (Remix) by Jim Jones (Ft. Birdman, Diddy, Juelz Santana, T.I. & Young Dro), Two Words by Kanye West (Ft. The Boys Choir of Harlem, Freeway & Yasiin Bey) & Curious George by Nicki Minaj
Tags
Comments