Done It Again - Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Styliztik Jones

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