(feat. Pete Rock, Jay-Z, Charlie Wilson, Kid Cudi)
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[Chorus]
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A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
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Great expression of happiness
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Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
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Such would astound you
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The joy of children laughing around you
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These are the makings of you
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It is true, the makings of you, oh
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[Kanye West]
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I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
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that are not A&R's in the cheap office
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rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
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girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
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gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
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she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
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now there's crumbs all over the damn place
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and she want me to cum all over her damn face
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I never understood planned parenthood
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cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
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taking refills of that plan B pill
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another shorty that won't make it to the family will
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If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
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they ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
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Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
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but I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
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[Chorus]
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A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
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Great expression of happiness
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Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
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Such would astound you
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The joy of children laughing around you
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These are the makings of you
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It is true, the makings of you, oh
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[Kanye West]
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No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
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you know the demo, ya boy act wild
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you ain't get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
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now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
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what's more tripped out though is they sisters
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nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
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they momma, named them after white bitches
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no next time you see me on your fallopian
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though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
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stupid questions like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
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Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?
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this beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag the Holy Trinity
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in the mirror where I see my only enemy
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your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
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[Chorus]
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A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
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Great expression of happiness
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Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
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Such would astound you
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The joy of children laughing around you
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These are the makings of you
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It is true, the makings of you, oh
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[Jay-Z]
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This is my momma shit
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I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama shit
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afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
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Pete Rock, let the needle drop
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I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
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taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
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pink champel, Valentine L
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Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
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that and the shit I used to balance on the scale
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I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
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Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
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give all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior"
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we victorious, they'll never take the joy from us
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[Kid Cudi]
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Keep you hands up, get mine up
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don't let them take your fire
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Keep you hands up, get mine up
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don't let them take your fire
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Keep you hands up, get mine up
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don't let them take your fire
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Keep you hands up, get mine up
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It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
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It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
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It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
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It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
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The Joy
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| Kanye West |
