Sadat X

Sadat X - Do It Again lyrics

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]

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