Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Y'all mother _ers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... check this out Too may bi- sexual niggaz , and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best jfk rendition Too many rough mother _ers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many %#&@$!es wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many %#&@$!es are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many %#&@$!es stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; blackjfk got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the _ That's 22 too's for y'all mother _ers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many %#&@$! niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch jfk 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, _, felony after felony, what? Nigga ya broke, what the _ you gon' tell me? Now real niggaz get on yo job
