Food
Common (feat. Kanye West) Lyrics
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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
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
The song "Food" by Common features Kanye West and is a story about the struggles faced by young black men from Chicago. The song starts with Common's personal struggle of being a father and dealing with his kid's mother who is consistently late. He talks about staying up all night to make money and how it's not as easy as it looks. The second verse is Common discussing how he and other young men from Chicago have to fight against poverty, gang violence, and police brutality in a system that is stacked against them. Kanye West is featured on the final verse of the song, where he talks about his pride and how he needs to stand up to it instead of running away.
Line by Line Meaning
I walked in the crib
I came home
Got two kids
I have two children
And my baby mamma late
My child's mother is behind schedule
Uh oh uh oh uh oh
Expressing worry/anxiety about the situation
And so I to did what I had to did
I took action to do what needed to be done
Cuz I had the kid
Because I have a child
Duh oh duh oh duh oh
Expressing continued worry/anxiety
Up all night, gettin' my money right
I stayed up all night to improve my financial situation
until the blue and white's
Until the police showed up (blue and white being their uniform colors)
Po po po po po po
Slang for police sirens
Now the money comin' slow
I'm not making as much money as before
But at least a nigga know slow motion better then
I'd rather make less money than get in trouble with the law
No No No
Reiterating the last statement
You love to hear the story again and again
People enjoy hearing stories about our experiences
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
About young men from Chicago (also known as the Windy City)
Like juice and gin in the city we blend
Our culture is mixed and diverse, like different flavors of drinks
Amongst the hustle Titties and skin 50's and rims
In the midst of the chaos, there are women, money, and flashy cars
Y'all know the Sprewell's and trucks with detail
We know about the fancy cars, like the Sprewell rims, and the attention paid to their appearance
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
Women who are only interested in being seen with these men because of their cars
Felt the southside venom with rawhides and denim
Experienced the aggression and danger of South Chicago, wearing rough clothing for protection
Bent minds collide with 'em in a system that tries victims
Our unstable mental states clash with a system that wants to keep us down and oppressed
We livin' it my man in the fast lane pivotin'
We are living a fast-paced, dangerous lifestyle
On the block yo they sellin' like Eminem
Expensive drugs are being sold on the streets
On the block get jumped off like him and them
People get robbed or attacked on the streets like Eminem did in his movie 8 Mile
On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen
The atmosphere on the streets is intense and dangerous
Shorties get the game with no instructions supersymbolin'
Young people learn how to survive in these conditions without any guidance, adopting their own language and symbols
Eyes right it seems like the fight is dimmin' 'em
People are trying to stay hopeful, but the struggle is taking its toll
Come my man kuzzle like I'm kin' to him
My friend Kuzzle is like family to me
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him
He's trying to stay out of trouble, but the streets are forcing him to compromise his values
It's all good in the hood like
Everything is okay in our neighborhood
Rags and Timbs
Ragged clothing and Timberland boots (popular attire)
Throwbacks and Timbs
Old school jerseys and Timberland boots (also popular attire)
Blacks and Rims
Black people and their fancy car rims
Whether on ball courts and tires of all sorts
Whether we're playing basketball or driving cars with different rims
We never fall short
We always succeed
With us, it's all force
We put all our effort into everything we do
Like And 1's someway some hand guns
We're good at basketball, but some of us also carry guns
The days the fam one is all over for
The days when we can rely on our family to support us are gone
Cash is colder than fobolobo
Money is more important to people than anything else, including relationships
But self I go toe to toe
I'm willing to stand up for myself and what I believe in
Wonderin' if it's for the art of for the dough
Questioning if our actions are for the sake of our artistic expression or just for money
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
I understand that in order to mature, one must let go of negativity and focus on growth
Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Even as we make money, we must always remember to give back to our community
Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind
The tarot card symbolizes the hard work that we need to put in to succeed
More livin in more prisons
As we continue living in these conditions, more and more people end up in prison
Pointing to my mind
Causing mental distress and anguish
Shine the light up
Bring forth positivity and hope
Clench my fist tight holdin' the right up
Stay strong and ready to fight for what's right
Freedom fightin dark year for the years to get brighter
We are fighting for our freedom in a dark and difficult time, but we hope for a brighter future
Situations that jaws get tighter
Situations that cause stress and anxiety
My man tried to get his way...
My friend is trying to handle his struggles in his own way
Hey yo I, I know I could make it right
I know I can fix this situation
If I could just swallow my pride
If I can put aside my ego and apologize
But I can't run away
I can't just leave and ignore my responsibilities
You put my gun away
You helped me stay out of trouble
You can't front on me
You can't deny that I'm trying to do better
I, no I can't let it ride
I can't just let this go without resolving it
No no not tonight
I need to handle it now, not put it off
You put my gun away
You helped me stay out of trouble
You can't front on me
You can't deny that I'm trying to do better
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@hankscorpio3917
Chapelle introduced me to Common , Talib and Tribe Called Quest. Salute
@brentcampbell6788
He put me on to yasin bey
@bosssavage7768
I miss the Dave Chappelle show I'm watching it rn
@Duzz14
I used to love that mos def car freestyle. Black Star and the GZA performance
@twinktoiletsbestfriendsmomscan
I was already into them, but being on Chappelle made me love them even more!
@matta1528
Amen.
@ceosantanagloc1714
i remember when i was a kid watching this on Dave chapelle
@frankthetank2284
PrettyBoy Flizzy same bro
@johnjohn-we6eb
same glad i watched it because i got introduced to awesome stuff like this
@MrKOOLGUY818
PrettyBoy Flizzy haha just finished watching that episode!! you know I had to go on YouTube and bump it!!