“Do It”
Kick that one time
Uh, uh, uh I wanna
You flaunt it and we do it real slow, I wanna
You want it and we do it some more, I wanna
See you on my bedroom floor while I hit you with the scream
‘Til you scream no more, I wanna
See you in the seat of my Porsche, got the navigation system, stays on course
And of course, you know I wanna see you every week ’til we freak to every T.R. beat
I wanna, see you in my see-through floor
While I’m layin’ in the bed through the ceilin’, is it cool?
I wanna, know, but did she really know she got a ménage à trois guy from head to toe
I wanna, see you with the rest of your tapes
So I can bring ’em to my brother, let him see what I mean
I wanna hit it, so she know I was there
So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
I wanna do it, do it, do it (Do it)
So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there
Yo, now can you meet me and your teddy at my condo?
I got the fireplace, candlelight, and stereo
We got it rockin’, but nobody else, here it though
So when I go low, you can scream loud, yo
I wanna be that brother hoppin’ out your birthday cake
It ain’t your birthday, but, baby, I won’t player hate
But can you see us in the back in the pool?
No water in the pool, but she’s wet, hot, and cool
And now we thirty thousand feet in the air
I got you on the jet doin’ it and pullin’ your hair
And it’s a shame it ain’t no room in first-class
But we gon’ make it happen, baby, just don’t spill the glass
I want one wish just to get with you
On every corner, girl, smashin’ true, uh
Ask Guy, they gon’ tell you the same
I wanna do it ’til I-, do it ’til I blow the brain
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Uh, ’til I blow the brain
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Uh, ’til I blow the brain
I like it ’cause nobody else knows
I like when you touch your toes
I like how you lick your lips
Come out your lingerie and twist your hips, uh
Never ever play for keeps
When the time is right, spread love with my peeps, uh
I like it how everything goes
Nice and slow, up and down, ayo, ayo
I wanna, I wanna hear ya yell, “Pirate! Ahoy!”
While I’m bringin’ it from the back, Teddy givin’ ya joy
I wanna, I wanna see you at the top of my shit
Pirates watch buckles and you know who she with
I wanna, I wanna bounce with your eyes on the island
I wanna switch up styles while we study, profilin’
I wanna, know, now did you know my lingo?
When I yell, “Let, ho,” that mean, baby, let’s go
I wanna predict the flow like a Roy Jones bounce
So when she step into the room, her body knockin’ ya out
I wanna chill with ya, just chill with ya
Guy, Teddy Riley, Aaron, Damion, Guy, get the picture, what?
We live, procrastin’ in the dark
Got a girl in my room, she tryna tear the room apart
But I’m a pirate, why she actin’ all brave?
Ahoy, baby, get ready, I’ma sail your waves
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
Ahoy, get ready, I’ma sail your waves
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
Ahoy, get ready, I’ma sail your waves (Uh)
Ah (Oh)
Yeah, you like it, baby? (Oh)
Uh, you like it, baby (Yeah, baby)
Uh, I got you, baby (Yeah)
Yeah, you like it, baby? (Oh)
Uh, I like it, baby (Oh)
Yeah, you like it, baby? (Yeah, baby)
Uh, I got you, baby (Yeah)
Yeah
About Do It
Artist: Guy
Related Songs: Teddy’s Jam III
Album: Guy III
Released: January 25, 2000
Recorded: 1998-1999
Studio: Future Recording Studios Virginia Beach, Virginia
Genre: R&B, soul
Length: 61:46
Label: MCA
Producer: Teddy Riley (exec.), Edward “DJ Eddie F” Ferrell, Aaron Hall, Damion Hall, Wesley Hodges, Darren Lighty, Rich Lightning, Darryl Marshall, Walter “Mucho” Scott, Leon F. Sylvers III, Eric Williams