Track byJAY Z/Kanye West
Add 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 I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors that are not A&Rs 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 mans sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now theres 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 wont make it to the family will If I dont make it cant ake it hope the family will they aint crazy they dont know how insanity feel Don C just had a shorty so its not that bad but I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had Add 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 Yeezys back in style now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget whats more tripped out though is they sisters nah you aint listen they black they sisters they momma named them after white b-tches so next time you see me on your fallopian though the Jewelrys Egytian know the hungers Ethiopian stupid questions like is he goin be dope again have you seen him has anybody spoke to him This beat deserves Hennessy a bad b-tch and a bag of weed the Holy Trinity in the mirror where I see my only enemy your lifes cursed well mines an obscenity Add 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 This is my momma shit I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama shit afros and marijuana sticks seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that Im rhyming with Pete Rock let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I dont needle pop taking sips of pop 6 packs of millanips pink champel Valentine L Ballys 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 mommas Virgin Marys try to judge her Im like where the Madonnas now give all glory to Gloria they said you raised that boy too fast but you was raising a warrior we victorious theyll never take the joy from us Keep you hands up get mine up dont let them take your fire Keep you hands up get mine up dont let them take your fire Keep you hands up get mine up dont let them take your fire Keep you hands up get mine up yeah okay Its Pete Rock Kanye One two okay Its Pete Rock Kanye One two okay Its Pete Rock Kanye One two okay Its Pete Rock Kanye One two okay