[Intro: Common] Yeah! It's been a long time comin' You know what they say Kanye Slow motion better than no motion
[Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
[Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
[Verse 2: Common] It's all good in the hood, like rats in gyms Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts We never fall short, with us it's all Force like Air 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 dough Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough I got to bring back to the ghetto Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind Po' livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, and jaws get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!
[Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
[Bridge: Kanye West] 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
[Verse 3: Common] Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, OGs and masters Emcees and actors that seize and capture Moments like the camcorder You ain't killin' it, yo that's manslaughter Though paper can't change a man's aura It can feed a man's daughter I stand for the blue collar, on the side makin' a few dollars Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like
[Bridge: Kanye West] 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 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
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Another classic Common entry, dealing with the struggles of living and raising a family in the Southside of Chicago
This version includes a bonus verse which can’t be found on Common’s 2005 album Be; that version was recorded on Chappelle’s Show
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