Joe Quinde - 22 Two's lyrics

Yo wa**up everybody, this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesdays, 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, Dame Dash let me hear that lil tape of yours, and it's phat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) x3 Y'all motherf**ers must've heard that Tribe Called Quest sh** Let's do it again! Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) x3 Well I'm gone... check this out [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Too much West Coast dick licking, and too many n***as on a mission Doing your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherf**ers, I got my suspicions That you're just fish in a pool of sharks n***a, listen Too many b**hes wanna be ladies, so if you a ho I'm a call you a ho, too many b**hes are shady Too many ladies give these n***as too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many b**hes stuck up from too many s**ual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block too many times Rocked too many rhymes, co*ked 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 n***as ride mine So I change styles every two rhymes Hah, what the f** That's 22 two's for y'all motherf**ers out there, nahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many f*ggot n***as clocking my spending Exercising your 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, spit quicker than you ever seen Administer pain, next the minister's screaming your name At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket Feeling sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleeping" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mine's thinking longevity until I'm seventy Living heavenly, f**, felony after felony, what? n***a you broke, what the f** you going to tell me? [Outro] Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight) Now this is coming on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in '96? (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 Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back any time! (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 f** 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 businesses, we gotta get our own record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got this, put our own money in our businesses...