Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Words , by - Kanye West. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Two Words |
| Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth |
| It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth |
| It is a — when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound |
| Believe (believe!) |
| Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty |
| I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake |
| Whoa, make the ground move, that’s an ass quake |
| Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state |
| Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray |
| Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this every day-day |
| I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day |
| Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay |
| (And niggas still hating) so much hate I need an AK |
| Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perriering |
| White girls politicking, that’s that Sarah Palin |
| Gettin’high, Californicating |
| I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in Yeah it’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho |
| I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James ho |
| I’m bill-dropping Ms. Pac-Man, this pill popping-ass ho |
| I’m popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins |
| All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money |
| He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that’s real money |
| Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turning, that’s exorcist |
| My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that’s Swiss time and that’s excellence |
| Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson |
| That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant |
| Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto |
| Well, it is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall |
| And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums cause |
| When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound |
| The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time left |
| Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder |
| Let the suicide doors up I threw suicides on the tour bus |
| I threw suicides on the private jet |
| You know what that mean, I’m fly to death |
| I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit |
| Tell 'em give me fifty million or I’m-a quit |
| Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level |
| Turn up the bass 'til it’s up-in-your-face level |
| Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid |
| Plus, yo my bitch make your bitch look like Precious |
| Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly |
| Now the whole party is melted like Dalí |
| Now everybody is movin’they body |
| Don’t sell me apartment, I’ll move in the lobby |
| Niggas is loiterin’just to feel important |
| You gon’see lawyers and niggas in Jordans |
| Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise |
| I’m drunk and high at the same time, drinkin’champagne on the airplane (Tell em) |
| Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage |
| 100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid |
| Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon |
| Black diamonds, backpack rhyming, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!) |
| Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got horsepower |
| Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers |
| Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign |
| All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan |