Jay 22 Two`s Lyrics

22 Two`s Lyrics

people clapping* 

 Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's 

 we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")


 Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z 

 Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat 

 Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle 

 Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight 

  

 [Jay-Z] 

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 

 Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again 

 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 

 Well I'm gone... check this out 

 Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission 

 Doin your best Jay-Z rendition 

 Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions 

 that you're just fishin to pull up sharks nigga, listen 

 Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe 

 I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady 

 Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances 

 Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is 

 Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances 

 No question; Jay-Z got too many answers 

 I been around this block, too many times 

 Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too 

 To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together 

 Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever 

 I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine 

 so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck 

 That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? 

 Shall I continue?  Check it out, what? 

  

 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 

 Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo 

 Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya 

 Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up 

 Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin 

 Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons 

 If you could catch Jay right, on the late night 

 without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right 

 I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen 

 adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name 

 At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket 

 feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" 

 You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty 

 Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy 

 Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? 

 Nigga ya broke, what the fuck 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 bomb 

 But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know 

 you've been havin a lot of problems with the law 

 But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% 

 Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash 

 Roc-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 minute 

 Ace, turn that music down 

 I smell some reefer, now you see? 

 That's why, our people don't have anything 

 Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly 

 ("Hey shut the fuck 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 here 

 I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out 

 Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech 

 Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin 

 We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own 

 record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records