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22 Two's (dirty)
Jay Z
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Yo, wassup 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 (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!)
Y'all motherfuckers must've heard that track called, "Quest shit"
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' your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, 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 ho
I'ma call you a ho, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances
Too many brothers wanna be 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 .9s, 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 mine
So I change styles every two rhymes
Hah, what the fuck
That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, you nah 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' 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 screamin' your name
At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mine's thinkin' longevity until I'm 70
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga, you broke, what the fuck you going to tell me?
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight)
Now this is comin' 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 one hundred percent
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 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 businesses
We gotta get our own record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records
We got to put money back into our own community
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