Lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chappelle & Common] Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West Common Sense Yeah, Common Sense It's Common Sense with Kanye West On the Dave Chappelle Show Everybody gotta eat, right, y'all? It's the food, baby, uh [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 coming slow, but at least a **** know Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh) [Verse 1: Common] Yo, yo 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 South Side venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting On the block, **** is selling like Eminem On the block, it jump off like Kim and them On the block, it's hot, you can feel it in your skin and then Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them Call my man cuzzo like I'm kin to him He tryna stay straight, the streets is bending him [Chorus: Kanye West & Common] Yo, I walked in the crib (Uh), 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) Yo, I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (Po-po, po-po, po-po) Now the money coming slow, but at least a **** know Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh) [Verse 2: Common] It's all good in the hood like raps and gems 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 1s 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 **** gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough, I gotta bring back to the ghetto Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up Clench my fists tight, holding the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations and jobs get tighter My man tryna get his weight and height up, come on [Chorus: Kanye West & Common] Yo, yo, 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 coming slow, but at least a **** know Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh, yo, Ye, sing that bitch, Ye, sing it) [Outro: Kanye West & Common] Ayo, I (Woo) I know I could make it right (Sing it, Ye) If I could just swallow my pride (Uh, come on) But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I (Woo), no, I can't let it ride (Damn) No, no, not tonight See, I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me