The Joy Lyrics - Common

[Chorus] 

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb 

Great expression of happiness 

Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses 

Such would astound you 

The joy of children laughing around you 

These are the makings of you 

It is true, the makings of you, oh 

I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors 

that are not A&R's in the cheap office 

rappers that never got signed but they keep offers 

girls thats 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 plan 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 aint 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 

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A little sugar, honey suckle lamb 

Great expression of happiness 

Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses 

Such would astound you 

The joy of children laughing around you 

These are the makings of you 

It is true, the makings of you, oh 

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto 

you know the demo, ya boy act wild 

you aint get the memo, Yeezy's back in style 

now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget 

what's more tripped out though is they sisters 

nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters 

they momma, named them after white bitches 

so next time you see me on your fallopian 

though the Jewelry's Egytian, 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 Hennessy, a bad bitch 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 

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb 

Great expression of happiness 

Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses 

Such would astound you 

The joy of children laughing around you 

These are the makings of you 

It is true, the makings of you, oh 

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This is my momma sh-t 

I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama sh-t 

afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with 

Pete Rock, let the needle drop 

I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop 

taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips 

pink champel, Valentine L 

Bally's on my feet help me balance out well 

that and the sh-t I used to balance on the scale 

I got it honest from the parties from my momma's 

Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's 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 

Keep you hands up, get mine up 

don't let them take your fire 

Keep you hands up, get mine up 

don't let them take your fire 

Keep you hands up, get mine up 

don't let them take your fire 

Keep you hands up, get mine up 

yeaaaah, okay 

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay 

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay 

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay 

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay