The Food (Live)

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