Lyrics

[Intro: Common] Yeah, It's been a long time comin'... But you know what they say, Kanye – Slow motion better than no motion [Chorus: Kanye West (Kanye & Common)] 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 1: Common] You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers from the City of Wind Like juice and gin, in the city, we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims Y'all know the Sprewells, and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt the Southside venom in rawhides and denim Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims We livin' in; my man in the fast lane pivotin' On the block, white is selling like Eminem On the block, it jump off like Kim and 'em On the block, it's hot, you can feel it–in your skin and then Shorties get the game, but no instructions to assemble it Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in 'em Call my man "cuzzo," like I'm kin to him He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him [Chorus: Kanye West (Kanye & Common)] 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 and gyms Throwbacks and Timbs, Blacks and rims Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts We never fall short – with us it's all Force, like Air 1's Some wave, 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 (Kanye & Common)] 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!) [Refrain: Kanye West] I–I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away and put my gun away,  You can't front on me I–know that I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See, I can't run away and put my gun away,  You can't front on me [Verse 3: Common] Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, O.G.s 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 – [Refrain: Kanye West] I–I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away and put my gun away,  You can't front on me I–know that I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See, I can't run away and 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 and put my gun away,  You can't front on me I–know that I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See, I can't run away and put my gun away,  You can't front on me