Jay Z 22 Two S  lyrics

Yo, what`s up everybody
This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays"
We here to have a good time
Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours
And it`s phat
Why don`t you come up here and kick a little freestyle?
Put that champagne down
And kick a little freestyle for me tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Ya`ll muthafuckas must ain`t hear that Tribe Called Quest
Let`s do it again
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
Well I`m gone
Check this out
Too much west coast dick lickin`
And too many niggas on a mission
Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough muthafuckas
I got my suspicions
That you`re just 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 is shady
Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances
Too many brothas wanna be lovers
Don`t know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from
Too many sexual advances
No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block too many times
Rock too many rhymes, clocked 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 niggas ride mines
So I change styles every two rhymes
What the fuck
That`s twenty-two twos (too, to) for ya`ll muthafuckas out there
Naw, mean
Shall I continue?
Check it out, what?
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
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
Swole up...too many faggot niggas
Clockin my spendin`, exercisin` your
Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons
If you can catch Jay right on a late night
Without the eight right
Maybe you can test my weight, right?
I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen
Adminster pain, next to ministers screaming ya name
At your wake as I peak in
Look in ya casket, feelin` sarcastic,
"Look at `em, still sleepin` "
Ya never ready, forever petty
Minds stay petty, mines thinking longevity until I`m seventy
Livin` heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony
What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me
Ooooooooooh
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aiight)
Now this is comin` out 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 something to you
I know you been having a lotta problems with the law
But I know you innocent
And I`m behind you one hundred percent
Mad Wednesdays, Rudy King, DJ Ace
Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records (my man Clark Kent)
We all behind you
You can come back anytime
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
(SHUT THE FUCK UP!)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who told me shut the `f` up, who told me to shut the `f` up
Get him outta here
I am 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 outta 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...