Текст (слова) песни: Common - The Food (feat. Kanye West)

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 (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 ***** 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 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 ******* 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-nin-nin.

Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin`,

odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him.

Call my man cuzin 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 give (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 a ***** 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 ***** 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

(Yo..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 give (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 ***** 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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Common - The Food (feat. Kanye West) 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 (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 *** 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 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 *** 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-nin-nin. Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin`, odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him. Call my man cuzin 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 give (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 a * 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 * 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 (Yo..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 give (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 *** 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! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Food (feat. Kanye West): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/6653.html Все тексты песен: Common » Common - Stolen Moments Pt. II » Common - Charms Alarm » Common - The 6th Sense » Common - Nuthin to Do » Common - Stolen Moments Pt. III » Common - Two Scoops of Raisins » Common - Making a Name For Ourselves » Common - My City » Common - Book of Life » Common - A Song for Assata » Common - Heat » Common - Stolen Moments Pt. I » Common - Dooinit » Common - Funky For You » Common - Gettin Down at The Amphitheater » Common - Time Travelin` (A Tribute to Fela) » Common - Aquarius » Common - In My Own World (Check The Method) » Common - Come Close » Common - Chatper 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man) Рекомендуем скачать: » Herbert GrГ¶nemeyer - Mass Aller Dinge » Hart Corey - Water From The Moon » Hayward Justin (moody Blues) - Moving Mountains » Herman`s Hermits - Traveling Light » Harmful - Instinct » Hedi Yunus - Ternyata » Hi Standard - Stop The Time » harper ben - oppresion \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Hitchcock Robyn - Uncorrected Personality Traits » Him - The 9th Circle (OST) » HГјsker DГј - Don`t Try To Call » Harlem World f Ma$e, Cardan - Harlem World The Movement » Helloween - GRAPOWSKY`S MALMSUITE 1001 » Hi-Ha Tremblay - Le Temps d`une Dinde » Hot Rod Circuit - Chinese Cuts » Harry Connick, Jr. - Junco Partner » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Angel Tears » HГјsker DГј - Don`t Want To Know If You Are Lonely » Houston Whitney - I Bow Out » Home Grown - Waiting on Me
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