Jay-z - 22 Two's lyrics

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 a fish in a pool of 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