2000 (two thousand) is the natural number following 1999 and preceding 2001.
Two thousand is the highest number expressible using only two unmodified characters in roman numerals (MM).
Two thousand is also:
, sum of the cubes of the first nine integers, centered octagonal number
, Failed to parse (Missing texvc executable; please see math/README to configure.): 25^2 + 26^2 + 27^2
, vampire number, perfect totient number
, centered octagonal number
, Failed to parse (Missing texvc executable; please see math/README to configure.): 49^2 , centered octagonal number
, member of a Ruth–Aaron pair with 2600 (first definition)
, centered octagonal number
William Martin "Billy" Joel (born May 9, 1949) is an American pianist, singer-songwriter, and composer. Since releasing his first hit song, "Piano Man," in 1973, Joel has become the sixth best-selling recording artist and the third best-selling solo artist in the United States, according to the RIAA.
Joel had Top 40 hits in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, achieving 33 Top 40 hits in the United States, all of which he wrote himself. He is also a six-time Grammy Award winner, a 23-time Grammy nominee and has sold over 150 million records worldwide. He was inducted into the Songwriter's Hall of Fame (1992), the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (1999), the Long Island Music Hall of Fame (2006), and the Hit Parade Hall of Fame (2009). In 2008, Billboard magazine released a list of the Hot 100 All-Time Top Artists to celebrate the US singles chart's 50th anniversary, with Billy Joel positioned at No. 23. With the exception of the 2007 songs "All My Life" and "Christmas in Fallujah," Joel stopped recording pop/rock material after 1993's River of Dreams, but he continued to tour extensively until 2010.
Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...
[Chorus:]
So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
Here comes the brotha from the future
Man, I got what suits ya
Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya
Give me my space and let the swinger swing
Nigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang
I like to boast cause i'm the host with the most
Bag a few honeys and i'm... (Space Ghost!!!)
I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem
I kick 31 flavors so call me Basket Robbins, uhh
I gets down cause i travel like sound
Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound
Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm
If these devils ain't got my money then i got some off the prison
So honey here's more than a rent
For dollars and sense, see i leave shit bent
So don't even come with that 69, hon
cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one
back up and let Puba do his thing,
cause a nigga wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang
So butt niggas get the steppin'
I gets to the root like beer
Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon
You can't see this or much greater,
rough like Terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators
So like Beavis and Butthead...(he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga
[Chorus]
No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal
Be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and pedal (?)
Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto
Straight from New York, L.A. to ____
Honey, there's no need to hunt
Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt
This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle
Niggas lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel
Did i say that?
Doogie hits the scratch
Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch
That's how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo
Then i hit home, to rest my dome
Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone
I kick the style longtime ya know
Niggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes
Nigga it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
Fuck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Jersey and the pussycat
I'm the Scooby with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck you...
Ya know what you can do?
You can lick the twins when i pull 'em outta skins
And i put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes
Cause its the Kronkite, nigga
sick of everything, used to turn me on.
wanted everything, but it took too long.
couldn't see you then, after waiting all alone.
shape that i was in, had to take it on my own.
you're just another friend,
and i don't need another friend.
will i? well i don't know.
will i? well i don't know at all.
gave it all away, when i got an idea that's fine so i took it all away,
now i got nothing i call mine.
then you find out, that believeing in fine doesn't make you money.
wanna do something fine, people think it's funny.
sick of everything, what you waitin' on?
go on.
go on.
will i?
well i don't know.
well i don't know at all.