JAY-Z - Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up) ft. Amil, Beanie Sigel Chords
Tempo:
96.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
D
C#
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D] Rockefeller, [C#] [C] you know what this is.
We [G] giving y'all five seconds to put [D] your drink down
and report [C#] to the dance floor [C] immediately.
[G] All the buses, [D] we giving y'all five seconds
to [C#] get close to an exit.
[C] It's about to get real ugly [G] in here.
[D]
Five seconds is up.
[G] Let's go.
Uh, uh, ladies.
Fellas.
[Gm] Mac, [G] you know how Mac comes through on the club.
Everybody real deep on the dub.
Cop Chris, the club on the dub.
Cop Chris, who been in the club quick.
So, y'all real, when I come through.
If you want, you can.
We hitting yours on the floor, whole crew be wild.
Chick back that thing up like juvenile.
Man, my peeps come to spend a dime a piece.
You know Mac come through, line of freaks.
Every chick's going to hit, nine at least.
We hitting yours on the floor while you grindin'.
Whole squad get it down like this.
Whole squad buying rounds with Chris.
Whole squad got their crowns on Chris.
Whole squad got a, whole squad got a,
get the crown on a flip.
Mac never slip in the club.
Told y'all, in the club, if you want to,
then a, they can drip in the club.
You know how I get in the club.
You know how I be.
R, VIP, rolling, the B-I-G.
And he all licked up, talking it to his man.
Gotta come and pick him up.
Got, in the back bouncing [Gm] a jiggle.
What, you got your hands up
and I ain't even stick y'all up.
[G] Throw the hands up.
Hey, get it up.
Throw the hands up.
12 a.m. on my way to the club.
1 a.m. DJ made it a blog.
2 a.m. now I'm getting with her.
3 a.m. now I'm splitting with her.
4 a.m. at the Waffle House.
5 a.m. now we at my house.
6 a.m. I be digging.
Throw the hands up.
6.15. I be kicking her out. 7 a.m. I'ma call my parents. 12 a.m. we gonna do it again. We gonna, we gonna, we gonna do it again. Let's go. You gonna talk about them C's on our hill. And we just copped them things homie, the chromie wheels. Both arms are chunky, the sleeves aren't chill. And he give it times 100 G's in your grill. Don't talk to me about them C's got skills. He's all right, but he's not real. He sees that deal, with C's in the field. Level fair for Warhawk. 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 jeweleries. But none of y'all mother f***ing fool with me. You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees. Bought it blue the C, the way I'ma do with the V. Hat cop can't see his eyes. Who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on. Who [Gm] but me? [G] Shipped two million, then I blew the three. Then I skated the four. Four went on tour. I came back and it's plain. This ain't rapping the same. The flow, y'all jacking out slang. I seen the same f*** happen to Kane. Three cuts in your eyebrows, [Gm] trying to wow-low. [G] The game is ours, we'll never foul out. Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out. Throw your hands up, ladies, fellas, busters, hustlers, everybody. [Gm] Come on. [G] 12 a.m. on the way to the club. 1 a.m. about to shake the club. 2 a.m. [Gm] now I'm checking the mix. 3 a.m. now you buy me drinks. [G] 4 a.m. exit the club. 5 a.m. think we getting some work. 6 a.m. still ain't plus. 6.15,. we'll pick it up. 7 a.m. gotta [Gm] tell my friends. 12 a.m. I'mma do it again. Don't be mad. [N] You'll be way more comfortable in your own house. Shut up. Forget you, okay? It's over. See you later. [G] Be mad. Let's go. 12 a.m. on my way to the club.
We [G] giving y'all five seconds to put [D] your drink down
and report [C#] to the dance floor [C] immediately.
[G] All the buses, [D] we giving y'all five seconds
to [C#] get close to an exit.
[C] It's about to get real ugly [G] in here.
[D]
Five seconds is up.
[G] Let's go.
Uh, uh, ladies.
Fellas.
[Gm] Mac, [G] you know how Mac comes through on the club.
Everybody real deep on the dub.
Cop Chris, the club on the dub.
Cop Chris, who been in the club quick.
So, y'all real, when I come through.
If you want, you can.
We hitting yours on the floor, whole crew be wild.
Chick back that thing up like juvenile.
Man, my peeps come to spend a dime a piece.
You know Mac come through, line of freaks.
Every chick's going to hit, nine at least.
We hitting yours on the floor while you grindin'.
Whole squad get it down like this.
Whole squad buying rounds with Chris.
Whole squad got their crowns on Chris.
Whole squad got a, whole squad got a,
get the crown on a flip.
Mac never slip in the club.
Told y'all, in the club, if you want to,
then a, they can drip in the club.
You know how I get in the club.
You know how I be.
R, VIP, rolling, the B-I-G.
And he all licked up, talking it to his man.
Gotta come and pick him up.
Got, in the back bouncing [Gm] a jiggle.
What, you got your hands up
and I ain't even stick y'all up.
[G] Throw the hands up.
Hey, get it up.
Throw the hands up.
12 a.m. on my way to the club.
1 a.m. DJ made it a blog.
2 a.m. now I'm getting with her.
3 a.m. now I'm splitting with her.
4 a.m. at the Waffle House.
5 a.m. now we at my house.
6 a.m. I be digging.
Throw the hands up.
6.15. I be kicking her out. 7 a.m. I'ma call my parents. 12 a.m. we gonna do it again. We gonna, we gonna, we gonna do it again. Let's go. You gonna talk about them C's on our hill. And we just copped them things homie, the chromie wheels. Both arms are chunky, the sleeves aren't chill. And he give it times 100 G's in your grill. Don't talk to me about them C's got skills. He's all right, but he's not real. He sees that deal, with C's in the field. Level fair for Warhawk. 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 jeweleries. But none of y'all mother f***ing fool with me. You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees. Bought it blue the C, the way I'ma do with the V. Hat cop can't see his eyes. Who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on. Who [Gm] but me? [G] Shipped two million, then I blew the three. Then I skated the four. Four went on tour. I came back and it's plain. This ain't rapping the same. The flow, y'all jacking out slang. I seen the same f*** happen to Kane. Three cuts in your eyebrows, [Gm] trying to wow-low. [G] The game is ours, we'll never foul out. Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out. Throw your hands up, ladies, fellas, busters, hustlers, everybody. [Gm] Come on. [G] 12 a.m. on the way to the club. 1 a.m. about to shake the club. 2 a.m. [Gm] now I'm checking the mix. 3 a.m. now you buy me drinks. [G] 4 a.m. exit the club. 5 a.m. think we getting some work. 6 a.m. still ain't plus. 6.15,. we'll pick it up. 7 a.m. gotta [Gm] tell my friends. 12 a.m. I'mma do it again. Don't be mad. [N] You'll be way more comfortable in your own house. Shut up. Forget you, okay? It's over. See you later. [G] Be mad. Let's go. 12 a.m. on my way to the club.
Key:
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Gm
D
C#
C
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Gm
D
[G] _ _ _ [D] Rockefeller, [C#] _ [C] you know what this is.
We [G] giving y'all five seconds to put [D] your drink down
and report [C#] to the dance floor [C] immediately.
_ [G] _ All the buses, [D] we giving y'all five seconds
to [C#] get close to an exit.
[C] It's about to get real ugly [G] in here.
_ [D] _ _
Five seconds is up.
_ [G] Let's go.
Uh, uh, _ ladies. _ _ _
Fellas.
_ [Gm] Mac, [G] you know how Mac comes through on the club.
Everybody real deep on the dub.
Cop Chris, the club on the dub.
Cop Chris, who been in the club quick.
So, y'all real, when I come through.
If you want, you can.
We hitting yours on the floor, whole crew be wild.
Chick back that thing up like juvenile.
Man, my peeps come to spend a dime a piece.
You know Mac come through, line of freaks.
Every chick's going to hit, nine at least.
We hitting yours on the floor while you grindin'.
Whole squad get it down like this.
Whole squad buying rounds with Chris.
Whole squad got their crowns on Chris.
Whole squad got a, whole squad got a,
get the crown on a flip.
Mac never slip in the club.
Told y'all, in the club, if you want to,
then a, they can drip in the club.
You know how I get in the club.
You know how I be.
R, VIP, rolling, the B-I-G.
And he all licked up, talking it to his man.
Gotta come and pick him up.
Got, in the back bouncing [Gm] a jiggle.
What, you got your hands up
and I ain't even stick y'all up.
[G] Throw the hands up.
Hey, get it up.
Throw the hands up.
12 a.m. on my way to the club.
1 a.m. DJ made it a blog.
2 a.m. now I'm getting with her.
3 a.m. now I'm splitting with her.
4 a.m. at the Waffle House.
5 a.m. now we at my house.
6 a.m. I be digging.
Throw the hands up.
6.15. I be kicking her out. 7 a.m. I'ma call my parents. 12 a.m. we gonna do it again. We gonna, we gonna, we gonna do it again. Let's go. You gonna talk about them C's on our hill. And we just copped them things homie, the chromie wheels. Both arms are chunky, the sleeves aren't chill. And he give it times 100 G's in your grill. Don't talk to me about them C's got skills. He's all right, but he's not real. He sees that deal, with C's in the field. Level fair for Warhawk. _ 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 jeweleries. But none of y'all mother f***ing fool with me. You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees. Bought it blue the C, the way I'ma do with the V. Hat cop can't see his eyes. Who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on. Who [Gm] but me? [G] Shipped two million, then I blew the three. Then I skated the four. Four went on tour. I came back and it's plain. This ain't rapping the same. The flow, y'all jacking out slang. I seen the same f*** happen to Kane. Three cuts in your eyebrows, [Gm] trying to wow-low. [G] The game is ours, we'll never foul out. Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out. Throw your hands up, ladies, fellas, busters, hustlers, everybody. [Gm] Come on. [G] 12 a.m. on the way to the club. 1 a.m. about to shake the club. 2 a.m. [Gm] now I'm checking the mix. 3 a.m. now you buy me drinks. [G] 4 a.m. exit the club. 5 a.m. think we getting some work. 6 a.m. still ain't plus. 6.15,. we'll pick it up. 7 a.m. gotta [Gm] tell my friends. 12 a.m. I'mma do it again. Don't be mad. [N] You'll be way more comfortable in your own house. Shut up. Forget you, okay? It's over. See you later. [G] Be mad. _ _ _ Let's go. 12 a.m. on my way to the club. _ _ _ _ _
We [G] giving y'all five seconds to put [D] your drink down
and report [C#] to the dance floor [C] immediately.
_ [G] _ All the buses, [D] we giving y'all five seconds
to [C#] get close to an exit.
[C] It's about to get real ugly [G] in here.
_ [D] _ _
Five seconds is up.
_ [G] Let's go.
Uh, uh, _ ladies. _ _ _
Fellas.
_ [Gm] Mac, [G] you know how Mac comes through on the club.
Everybody real deep on the dub.
Cop Chris, the club on the dub.
Cop Chris, who been in the club quick.
So, y'all real, when I come through.
If you want, you can.
We hitting yours on the floor, whole crew be wild.
Chick back that thing up like juvenile.
Man, my peeps come to spend a dime a piece.
You know Mac come through, line of freaks.
Every chick's going to hit, nine at least.
We hitting yours on the floor while you grindin'.
Whole squad get it down like this.
Whole squad buying rounds with Chris.
Whole squad got their crowns on Chris.
Whole squad got a, whole squad got a,
get the crown on a flip.
Mac never slip in the club.
Told y'all, in the club, if you want to,
then a, they can drip in the club.
You know how I get in the club.
You know how I be.
R, VIP, rolling, the B-I-G.
And he all licked up, talking it to his man.
Gotta come and pick him up.
Got, in the back bouncing [Gm] a jiggle.
What, you got your hands up
and I ain't even stick y'all up.
[G] Throw the hands up.
Hey, get it up.
Throw the hands up.
12 a.m. on my way to the club.
1 a.m. DJ made it a blog.
2 a.m. now I'm getting with her.
3 a.m. now I'm splitting with her.
4 a.m. at the Waffle House.
5 a.m. now we at my house.
6 a.m. I be digging.
Throw the hands up.
6.15. I be kicking her out. 7 a.m. I'ma call my parents. 12 a.m. we gonna do it again. We gonna, we gonna, we gonna do it again. Let's go. You gonna talk about them C's on our hill. And we just copped them things homie, the chromie wheels. Both arms are chunky, the sleeves aren't chill. And he give it times 100 G's in your grill. Don't talk to me about them C's got skills. He's all right, but he's not real. He sees that deal, with C's in the field. Level fair for Warhawk. _ 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 jeweleries. But none of y'all mother f***ing fool with me. You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees. Bought it blue the C, the way I'ma do with the V. Hat cop can't see his eyes. Who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on. Who [Gm] but me? [G] Shipped two million, then I blew the three. Then I skated the four. Four went on tour. I came back and it's plain. This ain't rapping the same. The flow, y'all jacking out slang. I seen the same f*** happen to Kane. Three cuts in your eyebrows, [Gm] trying to wow-low. [G] The game is ours, we'll never foul out. Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out. Throw your hands up, ladies, fellas, busters, hustlers, everybody. [Gm] Come on. [G] 12 a.m. on the way to the club. 1 a.m. about to shake the club. 2 a.m. [Gm] now I'm checking the mix. 3 a.m. now you buy me drinks. [G] 4 a.m. exit the club. 5 a.m. think we getting some work. 6 a.m. still ain't plus. 6.15,. we'll pick it up. 7 a.m. gotta [Gm] tell my friends. 12 a.m. I'mma do it again. Don't be mad. [N] You'll be way more comfortable in your own house. Shut up. Forget you, okay? It's over. See you later. [G] Be mad. _ _ _ Let's go. 12 a.m. on my way to the club. _ _ _ _ _