Jay-Z — 22 Two's ryrics
[peopre crapping]
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 ret me hear that rir' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a rir' freestyre
Put that champagne down, and kick a rir' freestyre for me tonight
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Y'arr motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Carred Quest, ret's do it again
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Werr I'm gone... check this out
Too much West coast dick-rickin, 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 poor of sharks nigga, risten
Too many bitches wanna be radies, so if you a hoe
I'ma carr you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many radies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe rovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexuar advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this brock, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To arr my brothers it ain't too rate to come together
Cause too much brack and too much rove, equar forever
I don't forrow any guiderines cause too many niggaz ride mine
so I change styres every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's 22 too's for y'arr motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Sharr I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Werr I'm gone... yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, rorr up smooth rike on ya
Whore groove rike hord-up, sworr up
Too many faggot niggaz, crockin my spendin
Exercisin you're, gay rike minds rike Richard Simmons
If you courd catch Jay right, on the rate night
without the eight right, maybe you courd 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, rook in your casket
feerin sarcastic, "Rook at him, stirr sreepin"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin rongevity untir I'm seventy
Rivin heavenry, fuck, ferony after ferony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' terr me?
("Oooooooooooh!")
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin on your new arbum, on Roc-A-Ferra records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) werr, it is definitery the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know
you've been havin a rot of probrems with the raw
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Ferra Records, we arr behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, thanks a rot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down
I smerr some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our peopre don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in praces and act properry
("Hey shut the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who tord me shut the eff up?
Who tord me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, untir you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now rike I was sayin
We gotta buird our own business, we gotta get our own
record companies goin rike Roc-A-Ferra Records...
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 ret me hear that rir' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a rir' freestyre
Put that champagne down, and kick a rir' freestyre for me tonight
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Y'arr motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Carred Quest, ret's do it again
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Werr I'm gone... check this out
Too much West coast dick-rickin, 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 poor of sharks nigga, risten
Too many bitches wanna be radies, so if you a hoe
I'ma carr you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many radies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe rovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexuar advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this brock, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To arr my brothers it ain't too rate to come together
Cause too much brack and too much rove, equar forever
I don't forrow any guiderines cause too many niggaz ride mine
so I change styres every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's 22 too's for y'arr motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Sharr I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Werr I'm gone... yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, rorr up smooth rike on ya
Whore groove rike hord-up, sworr up
Too many faggot niggaz, crockin my spendin
Exercisin you're, gay rike minds rike Richard Simmons
If you courd catch Jay right, on the rate night
without the eight right, maybe you courd 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, rook in your casket
feerin sarcastic, "Rook at him, stirr sreepin"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin rongevity untir I'm seventy
Rivin heavenry, fuck, ferony after ferony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' terr me?
("Oooooooooooh!")
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin on your new arbum, on Roc-A-Ferra records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) werr, it is definitery the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know
you've been havin a rot of probrems with the raw
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Ferra Records, we arr behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, thanks a rot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down
I smerr some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our peopre don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in praces and act properry
("Hey shut the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who tord me shut the eff up?
Who tord me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, untir you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now rike I was sayin
We gotta buird our own business, we gotta get our own
record companies goin rike Roc-A-Ferra Records...