paroles de chanson Done It Again - Cappadonna , Big Daddy Kane , Ghostface Killah , Harley
Hey
miss
lady,
maybe
you
can
have
my
baby
Nice
long
flight,
first
class,
out
to
Haiti
Even
bake
you
cookies,
throwin'
frosting
on
that
cakie
Get
your
Gucci
bag
steppin'
outta
Macy's
with
mad
flavors
La-la-la-la
la-la-la,
ooh,
ooh
Hey,
excuse
me
Excuse
me,
love,
can
I
have
a
word
wit'chu?
La-la-la-la
la-la-la,
ooh,
ooh
Not
to
be
rude
though,
you
know,
I
mean
I
just
seen't
you
I
just...
you
know
Miss
lady,
how
you
feelin'?
Can
I
have
five
seconds
of
your
time?
I
know
this
gonna
sound
like
a
line
But
you
the
most
beautifulest
thing
I
seen
all
week
And
I
don't
even
know
your
name
or
how
you
speak
I
won't
forgive
myself
or
cook
me
dinner
But
I'll
do
it
all
for
you
if
you
give
me
a
chance,
boo
Come
on
now,
we
can
spend
Arabian
Nights
I
could
take
you
to
my
mosque
and
we
can
pray
all
night
We
could
speak
for
hours,
I
admire
your
beauty
Smell
your
scent
from
across
the
room,
it's
so
fruity
That
Bath
and
Body
Works,
that
hazelnut
vanilla
I
could
fly
you
from
across
the
country
to
Coachella
Couple
massages,
glass
of
wine
in
the
sauna
I
could
walk
you
through
my
farm
with
trees
of
marijuana
We
can
laugh
'til
the
sun
go
down
at
dusk
All
you
gotta
do
is
be
honest
and
love
our
trust
(Love
our
trust)
Hey
miss
lady,
maybe
you
can
have
my
baby
Nice
long
flight,
first
class,
out
to
Haiti
Even
bake
you
cookies,
throwin'
frosting
on
the
cakie
Gucci
bags,
mad
flavors,
steppin'
outta
Macy's,
yeah
These
fake
niggas
like
to
talk
about
it,
yeah
Celebrate,
we
could
pull
a
cork
up
out
it
La-la-la-la
la-la-la,
ooh,
ooh
Beef?
You
know
we
gon'
walk
up
out
it,
yeah
Swagger,
don't
let
me
bring
New
York
up
out
it,
yeah
First
class
to
the
Bahamas,
we
was
last
at
Benihana's
Sippin'
Sake,
sippin'
properly
while
laughin,
"Hahahahaha"
Girls
don't
bring
no
drama
to
my
baby
mama,
uh-uh-uh
The
entourage
awaited
while
I
ate
it
like
a
Baklava
Sometimes
you
my
psychiatrist,
others
my
philosopher
Feelings
in
my
heart
as
deep
as
Phantom
of
the
Opera
Heal
me
wit'cho
cookin',
you
can
be
my
doctor,
herbalist
But
I'ma
be
the
one
to
keep
you
calm
when
it's
turbulence
We
was
buyin'
hella
houses,
we
was
territorial
Give
you
a
tutorial,
teach
you
somethin'
historical
Tourin'
through
the
Matrix,
we
was
Neo
and
the
Oracle
Watchin'
sunsets
on
the
beach,
that's
adorable
But
oral
deep
and
she
was
wetter
than
the
coral
reef
Scuba
dive
up
in
her
raw
and
then
she'll
snore
asleep
You
my
wavy
lady,
but
really,
you
make
me
crazy
If
we
stay
another
day,
we
gon'
make
another
baby,
yeah
Hey
miss
lady,
maybe
you
can
have
my
baby
Nice
long
flight,
first
class,
out
to
Haiti
Even
bake
you
cookies,
throwin'
frosting
on
the
cakie
Gucci
bags,
mad
flavors,
steppin'
outta
Macy's,
yeah
These
fake
niggas
like
to
talk
about
it,
yeah
Celebrate,
we
could
pull
a
cork
up
out
it
La-la-la-la
la-la-la,
ooh,
ooh
Beef?
You
know
we
gon'
walk
up
out
it
Swagger,
don't
let
me
bring
New
York
up
out
it
Hey
yo,
I'm
laid
back,
peepin'
honey
she
doin'
the
most
(Uh
huh)
My
headphones
pumpin'
that
"Cherchez
LaGhost"
(Yeah)
My
eyes
all
red
from
the
garlic
I
smoked
(Smooth)
I
move,
grabbin'
her
by
her
waist,
I'm
kissin'
her
cheek
(Uh)
Yo,
I
was
savage
with
my
shit,
nah,
I
ain't
even
speak
(Yeah)
She
wit'
me
right
now,
she
been
wit'
me
for
a
week
(Week)
And
ladies
love
'Donna
mic,
the
way
that
I
teach
(Teach)
Other
cats
give
'em
dust
and
be
feedin'
'em
Anthrax
(C'mon)
I
cuddle
wit'
'em,
cook
for
'em,
buy
'em
they
land
back
(Yeah)
Hold
'em
by
the
hand,
kiss
'em
and
walk
wit'
'em
(Uh)
I
love
'em
up,
I
sit
down
and
I
talk
wit'
'em
(Yeah)
Travel
'round
the
world
then
I'm
back
to
New
York
wit'
'em
(Na'mean?)
Now
all
the
fly
ladies
hold
me
tight
when
I'm
fuckin'
(Fuckin')
They
hold
me
tight
and
suck
my
neck
when
I'm
bustin'
(Bustin')
My
game
is
good
but
my
rap
is
disgustin'
(Disgustin')
I'm
fuckin'
chicks
while
I'm
trapped
in
production
(Production)
Hey
miss
lady,
maybe
you
can
have
my
baby
Nice
long
flight,
first
class,
out
to
Haiti
Even
bake
you
cookies,
throwin'
frosting
on
the
cakie
Gucci
bags,
mad
flavors,
steppin'
outta
Macy's,
yeah
These
fake
niggas
like
to
talk
about
it,
yeah
Celebrate,
we
could
pull
a
cork
up
out
it
La-la-la-la
la-la-la,
ooh,
ooh
Beef?
You
know
we
gon'
walk
up
out
it
Swagger,
don't
let
me
bring
New
York
up
out
it
Right
about
now
the
subject
is
the
real
hip-hop
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
yo,
Why
y'all
comin'
bum-rushin'
my
spot,
homes?
Know
what
I'm
sayin'?
And
thank
you
because
now
it's
star
time
Introducing,
ladies
and
gentlemen,
The
young
man
that's
had
over
35
soul
classics
(Big
Daddy
Kane)
I
remember
when
I
first
tried
to
holla
When
I
was
a
just
a
shorty
and
I
always
tried
to
follow
You
out
the
park
gyms
on
a
hot
summer
day
Never
thinkin'
you
was
gonna
ever
run
away
You
ran
with
a
lot
of
cats,
solo
to
a
crew
But
the
whole
thing
about
it,
no
one
told
you
what
to
do
Independent
like
Destiny's
Child
but
just
in
a
while
I
started
seein'
everyone
addressin'
you
foul
Watch
'em
all
take
a
piece
of,
lyin'
then
deceit
ya
A
routine
procedure
of
a
musical
geisha
And
now
you
got
accepted,
it's
runnin'
your
life
And
got
you
turnin'
tricks,
minus
none
of
'em
wife
You
don't
wanna
be
trife,
you
just
tryin'
just
to
be
What
you
like
a
mystery
'cause
he
don't
know
your
history
It's
kinda
sad
to
see
what
money
did
to
ya
I
wish
that
we
could
take
it
back
to
the
way
I
knew
ya
Baby,
I've
done
it
again
Ooh
baby,
I've
done
it
again
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