The Throne - The Joy lyrics

[Produced by Pete Rock] [Hook: Curtis Mayfield] Add a little sugar, honeys**le and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are all the makings of you [Verse 1: Kanye West] I do it for the forefathers, yeah, the street authors That are now A&Rs in the cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake She in her birthday suit 'cause of the damn cake Now there's crumbs all over the damn place And she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood Planned Parenthood 'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood Taking refills of that Plan B pill Another shorty that won't make it to the family will If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will They ain't crazy, they don't know how insanity feel Don C. just had a shorty, so it's not that bad But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had [Hook: Curtis Mayfield] Add a little sugar, honeys**le and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are all the makings of you [Verse 2: Kanye West] No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto You know the demo, your boy act wild You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style Now in one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget What's more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters Naw, you ain't listen, they black, they sistas They mama named 'em after white b**hes So next time you see me on your fallopian Though the j**elry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian Stupid questions like "Is he gon' be dope again? Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?" This beat deserves Hennessey, a bad b**h And a bag of weed: the Holy Trinity In the mirror where I see my only enemy Your life's cursed? Well, mine's an obscenity [Hook: Curtis Mayfield] Add a little sugar, honeys**le and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are all the makings of you [Verse 3: Jay-Z] This is my mama's sh**; I used to hear this Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama sh** Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds in the ganja Had it poppin' like the sample that I'm rhymin' with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop Takin' sips of Pop's six-pack of Miller nips Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale Ballys on my feet help me balance out well That and the sh** I used to balance on the scale I got it honest from the parties from my mama's Virgin Marys try to judge her I'm like "Where them Madonnas now?" Give all glory to Gloria They said, "You raised that boy too fast" But you was raising a warrior We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh [Outro: Kid Cudi (w/ Pete Rock)] Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep your hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep your hands up, get mine up yeah Yeah, okay (It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay)