| Letras de Canciones de Jay-Z | | |
| Artista: Jay-Z |
| Album: Reasonable Doubt |
| Canción: 22 two´s |
| | [people clapping]
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 let me hear that lil´ tape of yours, and it´s fat
Why don´t you come up here and kick a lil´ freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil´ freestyle for me tonight
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Y´all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let´s do it again
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Well I´m gone... check this out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, 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 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 are shady
Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe 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 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 niggaz ride mine
so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That´s 22 too´s for y´all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
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, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin
Exercisin you´re, 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, speak quicker than you ever seen
adminster pain, next the minister´s screamin your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket
feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin longevity until I´m seventy
Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon´ tell me?
("Oooooooooooh!")
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(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 Wednesday´s, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(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 business, we gotta get our own
record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records...
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