Kanye West - The Joy lyrics

rate me

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 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 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

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

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