Common - Food, The - (live) lyrics

Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah well On the Dave Chappelle Show Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food, baby I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming slow but at least a n***a know Slow motion better than 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 Sprewells and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting On the block white is selling like Eminem On the block it jump off like Kim and them On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin And then shorties get the game but no instructions to a**embling Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them Call my man cuzo like I'm kin to him He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming slow but at least a n***a know Slow motion better than It's all good in the hood like raps and gems Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts We never fall short, with us it's our Force like And 1's Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe Though I know to grow a n***a, I gotta learn to let go Though I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations and jobs get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming slow but at least at n***a know Slow motion better than I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no, I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See, I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me