Jay-Z - 22 Two's Lyrics
*people clapping*Yo whassup everybody this is mariah davis, mad wednesdaysWe here tonight to have a good time (yo! start the show! start the show!)Wait a minute; I see my man over there jay-zJay-z, dam deass let me hear that lil tape of yours, and its fatWhy dont you come up here and kick a lil freestylePut that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight[jay-z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahCan I kick it? (yes you can!) *repeat 3x*Yall mother*****ers musta hear that tribe called quest, lets do it againCan I kick it? (yes you can!) *repeat 3x*Well Im gone... check this outToo much west coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a missionDoin your best jay-z renditionToo many rough mother*****ers, I got my suspicionsThat youre just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listenToo many *****es wanna be ladies, so if you a hoeIma call you a hoe, too many *****es are shadyToo many ladies give these niggaz too many chancesToo many brothers wannabe lovers dont know what romance isToo many *****es stuck up from too many sexual advancesNo question; jay-z got too many answersI been around this block, too many timesRocked, too many rhymes, *****ed, too many nines, tooTo all my brothers it aint too late to come togetherCause too much black and too much love, equal foreverI dont follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mineSo I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the *****Thats 22 toos for yall mother*****ers out there, yaknahmean?Shall I continue? check it out, what?Can I kick it? (yes you can!) *repeat 3x*Well Im gone... yo, yo, yoCopped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on yaWhole groove like hold-up, swoll upToo many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendinExercisin youre, gay like minds like richard simmonsIf you could catch jay right, on the late nightWithout the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, rightI dip, speak quicker than you ever seenAdminster pain, next the ministers screamin your nameAt your wake as I peak in, look in your casketFeelin sarcastic, look at him, still sleepinYou never ready, forever petty minds stay pettyMines thinkin longevity until Im seventyLivin heavenly, *****, felony after felony, what?Nigga ya broke, what the ***** you gon tell me?(oooooooooooh!)Jay-z, jay-z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)Now this is comin on your new album, on roc-a-fella records in ninety-six(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bombBut you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I knowYouve been havin a lot of problems with the lawBut I know you innocent, and Im behind you 100%Mad wednesdays, ruby king, dj ace, dang dashRoc-a-fella records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime(hah, thanks a lot)Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minuteAce, turn that music downI smell some reefer, now you see?Thats why, our people dont have anythingBecause we dont know how to go in places and act properly(hey shut the ***** up!)Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?Who told me to shut the eff up? get him out of hereIm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him outGet him out right now, then ima continue my speechThank you, hes out of here now, now like I was sayinWe gotta build our own business, we gotta get our ownRecord companies goin like roc-a-fella records...
