The Food [Live]
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I walked in the crib, got 2 kids And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh) So I had to did what I had to did Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough) I'm up all night gettin' my money right Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo) Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers from the city of wind Like juice and gin in the city we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims Y'all know the spreewells And trucks that's detailed, Heartless females that want to ride in 'em Felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim Bent minds collide with them A system that tries victims, we livin' in My man in the fast lane pivotin' On the block white is sellin' like m & m On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em On the block is how you can feel it in your skin Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin' Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him I walked in the crib, got 2 kids And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh) So I had to did what I had to did Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough) I'm up all night gettin' my money right Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo) Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms Fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts Attires are ball shorts We never fall short With us it's all force like air ones Some wave some air guns The day of the fair ones it's over fo' Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup? I go toe to toe Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind Shine the light up! Clench my fists tight and holdin' it right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, the jaws get tighter My man trying to get his way to higher I walked in the crib, got 2 kids And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh) So I had to did what I had to did Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough) I'm up all night gettin' my money right Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo) Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) Yo, hey yo I, I know I could make it right If I can just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No no not tonight No I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me
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Written by: Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, Sam Cooke, Stanley Wayne McKenney, Eugene Record
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