Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Joy, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Joy |
| Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and\nA great big expression of happiness,\nBoy, you couldn’t miss with a dozen roses\nSuch would astound you,\nThe joy of children laughing around you,\nThese are all the makings of you.\nI do it for the four fathers, yeah, the street authors,\nThat are now A&Rs in the cheap office,\nRappers that never got signed but they keep offers,\nGirls that’s way to fine for us to keep off us.\nGave her a handshake, only for my man’s sake,\nShe in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake,\nNow there’s crumbs all over the damn place,\nAnd she want me to cum all over her damn face.\nI never understood Planned Parenthood,\nCause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood,\nTaken refills of that Plan B pill,\nAnother shorty that won’t make it to the family will.\nIf I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will,\nThey ain’t crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel.\nDon C. just had a shorty so it’s not that bad,\nBut I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had.\nNo electro, no metro,\nA little retro, ahh, perfecto!\nYou know the demo, your boy act wild,\nYou ain’t get the memo, Yeezy’s back in style.\nNow in one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget,\nWhat’s more tripped out, dog, is they sisters,\nNaw, you ain’t listen, they black, they sisters,\nThey mama named ‘em after white bitches.\nSo next time you see me on your fallopian,\nThough the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian.\nStupid questions like, «Is he ‘gon be dope again?\nHave you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?»\nThis beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch,\nAnd a bag of weed, the holy trinity.\nIn the mirror, where I see my only enemy.\nYour life’s cursed? Well, mine’s an obscenity.\nThis is my mama’s shit,\nI used to hear this through the walls in the hood,\nWhen I was back on my pajama shit, Afros and marijuana sticks,\nSeeds in the ganja had it poppin' like the s&le that I’m rhymin' with,\nPete Rock, let the needle drop.\nI seen so much as a kid they, surprised I don’t needle pop,\nTaken sips of pops six pack of Miller nips,\nPink Ch&ale, Ballantine ale,\nBallys on my feet help me balance out well,\nThat and the shit I used to balance on the scale.\nI got it honest from them parties, from my mama’s,\nVirgin Mary’s try to judge her, I’m like, «Where them Madonna’s now?»\nGive all glory to Gloria, they said, «You raised that boy too fast,\nBut you was raising a warrior.»\nWe victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us.\nKeep your hands up, get mine up,\nDon’t let them take your fire.\nYeah, okay. |