The Food Lyrics by Kanye West

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I walked in the crib Got two kids And my baby mamma late Uh oh uh oh uh oh And so I to did what I had to did Cuz I had the kid Duh oh duh oh duh oh Up all night, gettin' my money right until the blue and white's Po po po po po po Now the money comin' slow But at least a nigga know slow motion better then No No No 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 50's and rims Y'all know the Sprewell's and trucks with detail Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt the southside venom with rawhides and denim Bent minds collide with 'em in a system that tries victims We livin' it my man in the fast lane pivotin' On the block yo they sellin' like Eminem On the block get jumped off like him and them On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen Shorties get the game with no instructions supersymbolin' Eyes right it seems like the fight is dimmin' 'em Come my man kuzzle 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 mamma late Uh oh uh oh uh oh And so I to did what I had to did Cuz I had the kid Duh oh duh oh duh oh I'm up all night, gettin' my money right until the blue and white's Po po po po po po Now the money comin' slow But at least a nigga know slow motion better then No No No It's all good in the hood like Rags and Timbs Throwbacks and Timbs Blacks and Rims Whether on ball courts and tires of all sorts We never fall short With us, it's all force Like And 1's someway some hand guns The days the fam one is all over for Cash is colder than fobolobo But self I go toe to toe Wonderin' if it's for the art of 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 Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind More livin in more prisons Pointing to my mind Shine the light up Clench my fist tight holdin' the right up Freedom fightin dark year for the years to get brighter Situations that jaws get tighter My man tried to get his way... I walked in the crib Got two kids And my baby mamma late Uh oh uh oh uh oh And so I had to did what I had to did Cuz I had the kid Duh oh duh oh duh oh Up all night, gettin' my money right until the blue and white's Po po po po po po Now the money comin' slow But at least a nigga know slow motion better then No No No Hey yo I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away You 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 You put my gun away You can't front on me

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