Cappadonna - Done It Again lyrics

[Intro: Harley & Ghostface k**ah] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first cla**, 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 [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] 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 ma**ages, gla** 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) [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first cla**, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake n***as 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 [Verse 2: Styliztik Jones] First cla** 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 [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first cla**, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake n***as 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 [Verse 3: Cappadonna] 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 sh**, 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 f**in' (f**in') They hold me tight and s** my neck when I'm bustin' (Bustin') My game is good but my rap is disgustin' (Disgustin') I'm f**in' chicks while I'm trapped in production (Production) [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first cla**, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake n***as 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 [Break: Cappadonna, Flavor Flav & Danny Ray] 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 cla**ics (Big Daddy Kane) [Verse 4: 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 [Outro: Harley] Baby, I've done it again Ooh baby, I've done it again