Текст песни The Food - Common

Tonight's musical guests
Two of Chicago's finest emcees
Give it up for Common and Kanye West

Yeah
It's Common Sense
Kany West
On the Dave Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right, y'all
It's The Food, baby

Yo
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 get
(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)
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 ya didn't know
Slow motion better than
(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, yo
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 wanna ride in 'em
Felt the southside venom and rawhides 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 out there sellin' like Eminem
On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin
Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'
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

Yo, 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 get
(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)
Yo, 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 ya didn't know
Slow motion better than
(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms
Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts
Attires or ball shorts
We never fall short
With us it's all force like and 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 I fucking 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, 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
Come on (Yo, yo)

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 get
(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)
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 ya didn't 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
(Woo)
I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me