Lyrics Do It to Me Again (Soulsearcher club mix) - Soulsearcher
Jay-Z
Miscellaneous
I
Just
Wanna
Love
You
(Give
It
To
Me)
Let's
go
Hov!
Uh
huh,
Hov'
You,
are,
not,
ready
Hov',
unstoppable,
Dynasty,
young
Hova
I'm
a
hustler
baby
[I'm
a
hustler]
I
just
want
you
to
know
[Wanna
let
you
know]
It
aint
where
I
been
[It
aint
where
I
been]
But
where
I'm
bout
to
go
[Top
of
the
world!]
Now
I
just
wanna
love
you
[just
wanna
love
you]
But
be
who
I
am
[you
know
you
love
me]
And
with
all
this
cash
[mo'
money,
mo'
problems]
You'll
forget
your
man
Now
give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
C'mon,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
[Verse
1]
*When
the
Remi's
in
the
system
Aint
no
tellin
will
I
fuck
'em
will
I
diss
'em
That's
what
they
be
yellin
I'm
a
pimp
by
blood,
not
relation
Y'all
be
chasin,
I
replace
them*
Huh,
drunk
of
Crist',
mommy
on
E
Can't
keep
her
little
model
hands
off
me
Both
in
the
club,
high,
singing
off
key
*And
I
wish
I
never
met
her
at
all...*
It
gets
better,
ordered
another
round
It's,
about,
to
go,
down
Got
six
model
chicks,
six
bottles
of
Crist'
Four
Belvederes,
got
weed
everywhere
What
do
you
say,
me,
you
and
your
Clovey
glasses
Go
somewhere
private
where
we
can
discuss
fashion
Like,
Prada
blouse,
Gucci
bra
Filth
marked
jeans,
take
that
off
Give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
C'mon,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
I
said
give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
Motha,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
[Verse
2]
Yeah,
save
the
narrative
you
savin
it
for
marriage
Let's
keep
it
real
ma
you
savin
it
for
cabbage
You
wanna
see
how
far
I'ma
go
How,
much
I'ma
spend
but
you
already
know
Zip,
zero,
stingy
with
dinero
Might
buy
you
Crist',
but
that
about
it
Might
light
your
wrist,
but
that
about
it
Fuck
it,
I
might
wife
you
and
buy
you
nice
whips
Ma,
but
you
really
gotta
ride
nice
dick
Know
how
to
work
your
hips
and
your
head's
priceless
Profess
you
love
the
Hov',
and
I'll
never
let
you
down
Get
you
bling
like
the
Neptune
sound
Okay,
hot
Hov',
too
hot
to
hold
Ladies
love
me
long
time
like
2Pac
sold
Only
way
to
roll,
Jigga
and
two
ladies
I'm
too
cold,
Motorola,
two
way
page
me,
c'mon
Give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
C'mon,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
I
said
give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
Mama,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
I'm
a
hustler
baby
[uh,
Hov']
I
just
want
you
to
know
[Hov']
It
aint
where
I
been
But
where
I'm
bout
to
go
[Hov',
Hov']
Now
I
just
wanna
love
you
[young
Hova]
But
be
who
I
am
[know
you
love
me]
And
with
all
this
cash
[mo'
money,
mo'
problems]
You'll
forget
your
man
[Verse
3]
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Same
song,
I'm
back,
been
around
the
world
Ro-mancing
girls
that
dance
with
girls
From,
Club
Cheetah,
to
Club
Amnesia
The
Peanuts
in
L.A.,
bubblin
and
dubblins
Can't
deny
me,
why
would
you
want
to
You
need
me,
why
don't
you
try
me
Baby
you
want
to,
believe
me,
Hov'!
Give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
C'mon,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
I
said
give
it
to
me
Gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
But
don't
bullshit
me
Mama,
gimme
that
funk,
that
sweet,
that
nasty,
that
gushi
stuff
You
gotta...
Give
it
to
me
Uh,
uh
huh
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