"Do It Again" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
(feat. Damn Skippy, 1Ton, Little Stranger, Marley B & G. Love & Special Sauce)
Alright, everybody get in the van
Yo, everybody in?
We don't have much time to get to the next show
Where's Hoppa? Hoppa! (Yo, let's do this shit, bro)
Hoppa
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
Then we rockin the show, come on
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
Severely underpaid and
Always runnin late, man
Livin in this van, damn, I'ma need a brain scan
Looking for my Ray-Bans, disinfectant spray can
City after city, pretty bitties with a spray tan
Say, "Damn, Skippy, can you exit on the next ramp?"
Last night some hippy fan vomited on my amp
Heavy hitter, big spitter, bar setter
Probably dropped six figures this year at Guitar Center, uh
You got some questions, I probably got the answers
Master of ceremonies and I manage rappers
Killin 'em with kindness and curving all these dancers
A jerk if we beefin, 'cause I'm an old trapper
I've seen stranger things, these high white socks won't let my ankles breathe
Albums coming annually, ancestors tryna channel me
Do it for the family, if there's one thing I know
If you do it again the same way, they gonna call it insanity
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
And then we rockin the show
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
From a Hyundai sedan to a Chevy 12-passenger van
Got a tour manager named Dan (hey, Dan!)
He said, "Get your ass back in the bandwagon
(Nope)
Or we're gonna be late for load-in in Oregon"
I can't even imagine us touring in this economy
(Shit)
I spent my bottom dollar just hollerin to get on the beat
Wax, why you charging me?
Hoppa, ain't it hard to see
That all of us are friends 'til the end, hop in the car and leave
(I love you, man)
Don't forget about Marley B
Can I join in the party, please?
Me and Hoppa hotbox the whip until we can hardly see
So pardon me, we shoulder to shoulder, packed in like sardines
GPS success and we trek it, don't care how far it seems
Do the math, we takin a bath
Eight rappers in the van feels like a life raft
Making no cash
Mama, don't let your baby
But we're best friends forever while we're making no cheddar
But at least we don't have to work a job
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
And then we rockin the show
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (and there you have it)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (They made it to the next show with no problem)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (and they rocked that shit)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (peace)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (We out)
Hey, how ya doin'? This is Wendell Chapman over at the Santa Ana Lounge. Great show last night, the performances were top notch, I appreciate your services, but uh, listen. I know it seemed like there was a lot of people drinking and having a good time, but it turns out after taxes, insurance, fees, promotion, advertising, security, expenses, you actually didn't make any money, so, uh, I'm not gonna give you a check. So, I hope you enjoyed the drink tickets and, uh, half-off chicken wings. Enjoy the rest of your tour
Yo, everybody in?
We don't have much time to get to the next show
Where's Hoppa? Hoppa! (Yo, let's do this shit, bro)
Hoppa
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
Then we rockin the show, come on
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
Severely underpaid and
Always runnin late, man
Livin in this van, damn, I'ma need a brain scan
Looking for my Ray-Bans, disinfectant spray can
City after city, pretty bitties with a spray tan
Say, "Damn, Skippy, can you exit on the next ramp?"
Last night some hippy fan vomited on my amp
Heavy hitter, big spitter, bar setter
Probably dropped six figures this year at Guitar Center, uh
You got some questions, I probably got the answers
Master of ceremonies and I manage rappers
Killin 'em with kindness and curving all these dancers
A jerk if we beefin, 'cause I'm an old trapper
I've seen stranger things, these high white socks won't let my ankles breathe
Albums coming annually, ancestors tryna channel me
Do it for the family, if there's one thing I know
If you do it again the same way, they gonna call it insanity
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
And then we rockin the show
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
From a Hyundai sedan to a Chevy 12-passenger van
Got a tour manager named Dan (hey, Dan!)
He said, "Get your ass back in the bandwagon
(Nope)
Or we're gonna be late for load-in in Oregon"
I can't even imagine us touring in this economy
(Shit)
I spent my bottom dollar just hollerin to get on the beat
Wax, why you charging me?
Hoppa, ain't it hard to see
That all of us are friends 'til the end, hop in the car and leave
(I love you, man)
Don't forget about Marley B
Can I join in the party, please?
Me and Hoppa hotbox the whip until we can hardly see
So pardon me, we shoulder to shoulder, packed in like sardines
GPS success and we trek it, don't care how far it seems
Do the math, we takin a bath
Eight rappers in the van feels like a life raft
Making no cash
Mama, don't let your baby
But we're best friends forever while we're making no cheddar
But at least we don't have to work a job
If there's one thing I know
It's that we gotta hurry up and go
Pull up to the venue, unload
And then we rockin the show
And then we rockin the show
Baby, if there's two things I need
It's just some gas money and some weed
I put that in my backpack and leave
And then we hitting the road
And then we hitting the road
And then we do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (and there you have it)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (They made it to the next show with no problem)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (and they rocked that shit)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (peace)
Doot doot, doot doot, do it again (We out)
Hey, how ya doin'? This is Wendell Chapman over at the Santa Ana Lounge. Great show last night, the performances were top notch, I appreciate your services, but uh, listen. I know it seemed like there was a lot of people drinking and having a good time, but it turns out after taxes, insurance, fees, promotion, advertising, security, expenses, you actually didn't make any money, so, uh, I'm not gonna give you a check. So, I hope you enjoyed the drink tickets and, uh, half-off chicken wings. Enjoy the rest of your tour
