Questlove - Jigga What, Jigga Who (MTV Unplugged) lyrics

[Intro] We operating a six now we gotta get all the way to ten In order to get there I know what I gotta do We gotta split the room up right now Everybody on that side, you know what I'm saying y'all say Jigga What Everybody on that side y'all say Jigga Who Y'all gotta wait though I'm tell you when Ok don't mess this up alright? We just gonna find out who is hotter Uh uh uh 1 2 3 (Jigga what) Uh huh uh huh (Jigga who) That's right (Jigga what) That's cool (Jigga who) Y'all winning (Jigga what) Y'all caught up (Jigga who) Y'all caught up (Jigga what) Alright (Jigga who) [Verse 1] Mo'uckers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous Shots with the fo'-fo' Cats wanna talk to po-po's Smoke em like coco Not rap, coke by the boatload Not that on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your nonsense Glock with the full clip Y'all cats better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a n***a do a full flip See a cat laying shocked when the fool hit Oh hey ma, how you know n***as wanna buy you But see me I wanna love for free like Akinyele Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay Z you're too much for me [Hook] (Jigga what) Ok (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) [Verse 2] Got a condo with nothing but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and s** imagine how I stroke See how I was flowing on my last ca**ette Rapid-fire like I'm blasting a Tec, never jam though Never get hot, never run out of ammo Cats hating and sh** cause I Jayed your b**h You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, acting raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your broad, wanna marry your broad Now she's mad at me cause Your Majesty Just happened to be a pimp - what a tragedy She wanted, us to end cause I touched her friend She gave me one more chance and I touch her again I seen her tears as she busted in I said sh** There's a draft Shut the door ma and come on in [Hook] (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) Jay to the Z (Jigga what) Flow with me (Jigga who) [Verse 3] Yo Got a vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap cats on Prozac get the bozack, cats threw Two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack Way before Big had the gold Ac Dame had the Lex black Cats wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at I suggest that n***as invest in a vest when I come through With the Glock jet black you n***as step back I'm the best at you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my n***as we invented the shhh I came into the business with this The Originator, none greater Roots band drop that shhhh