Food
Common f. 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 featuring Kanye West is a rap song that brings up the struggles of poverty, fatherhood, and relationships. It starts with Common walking into his home and realizing that his baby mama is late and that he has two kids. He then says he did what he had to do, implying that he is taking care of his family despite the difficulties he might be facing. He then talks about how he is hustling to get money, and even though it's coming slowly, at least he knows that slow motion is better than nothing.
The second verse of the song talks about the environment that Common and Kanye grew up in. The lyrics talk about how they've seen violence, hustling, and people doing whatever they need to do to survive. They talk about how they're living their lives at a fast pace, but they're still trying to make money in whatever way they can. The third verse is about the rapper's own struggles, including his pride and his relationship with his baby mama. He's trying to make it right, but he also can't run away from his problems.
Overall, "Food" is a song that speaks to the struggles of everyday life. It reflects the harsh reality of living in poverty, but it also spreads the message of hope and determination.
Line by Line Meaning
I walked in the crib
I entered my home
Got two kids
I have two children
And my baby mamma late
My child's mother is delayed
Uh oh uh oh uh oh
An expression of worry or alarm
And so I to did what I had to did
I took the necessary actions
Cuz I had the kid
Because I have a child to take care of
Duh oh duh oh duh oh
An expression of uncertainty or confusion
Up all night, gettin' my money right
I'm working hard to make money
until the blue and white's
Until the police arrive (signaled by their blue and white lights)
Po po po po po po
An onomatopoeia for a police siren
Now the money comin' slow
I'm not making as much money as I used to
But at least a nigga know slow motion better then
It's better to move slowly than to not move at all
No No No
An expression of disapproval or refusal
You love to hear the story again and again
People enjoy hearing about our experiences repeatedly
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
People like hearing about us, young men from Chicago
Like juice and gin in the city we blend
We mix well with the city culture
Amongst the hustle Titties and skin 50's and rims
We're surrounded by urban life, sex appeal, and materialism
Y'all know the Sprewell's and trucks with detail
You're familiar with cars like Sprewells and trucks with elaborate customizations
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
There are women who don't care about us, but want to use us for our cars
Felt the southside venom with rawhides and denim
We're from the dangerous areas of the south side, and we dress in rugged clothes
Bent minds collide with 'em in a system that tries victims
Our minds are distorted from growing up in a system that oppresses us
We livin' it my man in the fast lane pivotin'
We're living in this urban life, adapting quickly to the fast pace
On the block yo they sellin' like Eminem
On the streets, people sell drugs like they sell Eminem CDs
On the block get jumped off like him and them
On the streets, we get attacked like Eminem and his crew did in the past
On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen
The streets are dangerous, and you can sense it
Shorties get the game with no instructions supersymbolin'
Young people learn how to survive on the streets without any proper guidance
Eyes right it seems like the fight is dimmin' 'em
Despite how hard we try, we're losing this battle
Come my man kuzzle like I'm kin' to him
My friend is comforting me like we're family
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him
My friend is trying to do what's right, but the streets are pushing him the other way
Hey yo I, I know I could make it right
I acknowledge that I can fix things
If I could just swallow my pride
If I could let go of my ego
But I can't run away
But I can't ignore my problems and escape
You put my gun away
You helped to put an end to the violence
You can't front on me
You can't deny my struggles and experiences
I, no I can't let it ride
I can't ignore my problems and let them continue
No no not tonight
I need to address these issues now
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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!!