The Food Lyrics

Yeah, its been a long time comin'
but you know what they say kanye
slow motion better than no motion

I walked in the crib, got two 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 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 wanna ride in 'em
felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim,
pimp 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 eminem,
on the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em,
on the block is hot, you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin.
Shorties get the game with no instructions to assemble it,
eyes bright it seems like the fight is dimmin em.
Call my man cuzin like I'm kin to him,
he tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him.

I walked in the crib, got two 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 a nigga know
slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood like rats and jims,
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 ones.
Some wave some air guns,
the days of the fair ones is over fo'.
cash is colder than four below
with self, I go toe to toe
wondering if it's for the art or for the dough.
Though I know whatcha wrote a nigga gotta learn to let go,
though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto.Common - The Food - http://motolyrics.com/common/the-food-lyrics.html
arrows on 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, and jaws get tighter,
my man trying to get his way to higher

I walked in the crib, got two 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 a nigga know
slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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 nowhere tonight,
no I can't run away or put my gun away.
You can't front on me!

i break bread with...
thieves and pastors O.G.'s and masters
emcees and actors that cease and capture
moments like a camcorder
you aint killin it, yo thats manslaughter
though paper cant change a mans aura
it can feed a mans daughter
i stand for the blue collar
on the side makin a few dollars
lights say im jacked they manuver through drama like

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,
see I can't run away or put my gun away.
You can't front on me!
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,
see I can't run away or put my gun away.
You can't front on me!