The Joy

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
 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
 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