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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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The Joy
Add a little sugar (Ah, how) Honey, suckle lamb (Whoo)
A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss (Uh, huh) With a dozen roses
(Eh, eh, eh, uh) (Mr. West) Such would astound you (Pete Rock)
The joy of children laughing around you (Uh) These are the makings of you (Whoo)
I do it for the forefathers, yeah, the street authors That are not A&Rs in a cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers Girls, that's way too fine for us to keep off us (Ah, how)
Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake She in her birthday suit 'cause of the damn cake Now it's crumbs all over the damn place And she want me to come all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood 'Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood Takin' refills of that Plan B pill Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will They ain't crazy, they don't know how insanity feel Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
Add a little sugar (Whoo) Honey suckle lamb (C'mon)
A great big expression of happiness (Ah, how) Boy, you couldn't miss (Uh, huh) (Uh) With a dozen roses
(Eh, eh, eh, uh) (Kanye) Such would astound you (Pete Rock)
The joy of children laughing around you (Uh) These are the makings of you (Yeah)
No electro, no metro, a little retro Ah, perfecto You know the demo, ya boy act wild You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style
Now when Rome got Gidget, the other got Bridget What's more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sistas Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They momma named 'em after white bitches
So next time you see me on your Fallopian Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian Stupid question's like, 'Is he gon' be dope again? Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?'
This beat deserves Hennessey And bad bitch, and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity In the mirror where I see my only enemy Your life's cursed, well, mine's an obscenity
Add a little sugar (Whoo) Honey suckle lamb (C'mon) (Red lights)
A great big expression of happiness (Ah, how) Boy, you couldn't miss (Uh, huh) (Make that thing roll) With a dozen roses
(Eh, eh, eh, uh) (Kanye) Such would astound you (Pete Rock) (Uh)
The joy of children laughing around you (Uh) These are the makings of you (Yeah)
(Ah, how) This is my momma shit I used to hear this through the walls in the hood When I was back on my pajama shit, Afros and marijuana sticks Seeds and the ganjas had it poppin' Like the sample that I'm rhymin' with, Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid, they surprised, I don't needle pop Takin' sips of pop, six packs of millanips, Pink Champale Ballentine L, Ballys on my feet help me balance out well That and the shit, I used to balance on a scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's Virgin Marys try to judge her, I'm like, 'Where the Madonnas now?' Give all glory to Gloria, they said 'You raised that boy too fast', but you was raising a warrior We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep your hands up, get mine up Yeah
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
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