The Joy (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Kanye West/Curtis Mayfield

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Curtis Mayfield/Peter Phillips/Scott Mescudi/John Cameron/John Zachary

Composed by：Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Curtis Mayfield/Peter Phillips/Scott Mescudi/John Cameron/John Zachary

Produced by：Pete Rock/Kanye West/MIKE DEAN/Jeff Bhasker

Add a little sugar honeysuckle and

A great big expression of happiness

Boy you couldn't 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 AR'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 planned 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 ain't 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

Add a little sugar honeysuckle and

A great big expression of happiness

Boy you couldn't miss with a dozen roses

Such would astound you

The joy of children laughing around you

These are the makings of you

No Electro no metro a little retro ahh perfecto

You know the demo ya boy act wild

You ain't get the memo Yeezy's back in style

Now one room got Gidget the other got Bridget

What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters

Nah you ain't listen they black they sisters

They momma named them after white f******

So next time you see me on your fallopian

Though the jewelry's Egyptian know the hunger's Ethiopian

Stupid questions like Is he gon' be d**e again

Have you seen him

Has anybody spoke to him

This beat deserves Hennessy

A bad f**** and a bag of w**d the Holy Trinity

In the mirror where I see my only enemy

Your life's cursed well mine's an obscenity

Add a little sugar honeysuckle and

A great big expression of happiness

Boy you couldn't 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 f***

I used to hear this through the walls in the hood

When I was back in my pajama f***

Afro's and *** sticks seeds and the * had

It 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's six-pack of Miller nips

Pink Champale Ballantine Ale

Ballys on my feet help me balance out well

That and the f***

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 uh

Keep you hands up get 'em high now

Don't let them take your fire

Keep you hands up get 'em high now

Don't let them take your fire

Keep you hands up get 'em high now

Don't let them take your fire

Keep you hands up get 'em high now

Yeah

It's Pete Rock Pete Rock Kanye Kanye

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It's Pete Rock Pete Rock Kanye Kanye

One two one two okay okay

It's Pete Rock Pete Rock Kanye Kanye

One two one two okay okay

It's Pete Rock Pete Rock Kanye Kanye

One two one two okay okay