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Common - The Food (Live (Explicit))

The Food
Common
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[Intro:]
[Dave Chappelle:]
Tonight's musical guests
Two of Chicago's finest MC's,
Give it up for Common and Kanye West!
[Common:]
Yeah!
It's Common Sense and Kanye West on the Dave Chappelle Show!
Everybody gotta eat right, y'all! It's the food, baby!

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I walked in the crib, got two kids,
And my baby mama late, uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!
So I had to did, what I had to did,
‘Cause I had to get dou-ough! dou-ough! dou-ough!
I'm up all night gettin' my money right,
Until the blue and whites – po-po! po-po! po-po!
Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!

[Verse 1: Common]
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 Sprewells and trucks that's detailed,
Heartless females that wanna ride in ‘em,
Felt the Southside venom in raw hides and denim,
Pimp minds collide with ‘em, a system that tries victims,
We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin',
On the block white is sellin' like Eminem,
On the block, it jump off like Kim and Em,
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin, and then
Shorties get the game but no instructions to assemblin',
Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in them,
Call my man cuz-o, like I'm kin to him,
He tryna stay straight, the streets is bendin' ‘im.

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I walked in the crib, got two kids,
And my baby mama late, uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!
So I had to did, what I had to did,
‘Cause I had to get dou-ough! dou-ough! dou-ough!
I'm up all night, gettin' my money right,
Until the blue and whites – po-po! po-po! po-po!
Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!

[Verse 2: Common]
It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems,
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims,
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts,
We never fall short, with us it's all force like Air 1's,
Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for,
Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe,
Wonderin' 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 got to bring back to the ghetto,
Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind,
Poe livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up,
Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up,
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter,
Situations, and jaws get tighter,
My man tryna get his weight and height up, c'mon!

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I walked in the crib, got two kids,
And my baby mama late, uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!
So I had to did, what I had to did,
‘Cause I had to get dou-ough! dou-ough! dou-ough!
I'm up all night, gettin' my money right,
Until the blue and whites – po-po! po-po! po-po!
Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!

[Outro: Kanye West]
Ayo, I know I could make it right
If I could 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,
See I can't run away or put my gun away,
You can't front on me.



* — В альбом "Be" было включено именно живое исполнение песни на популярной комедийной передаче "Шоу Дэйва Шаппелла".

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