[Hook - curtis mayfield]

Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb

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 all the makings of you.

[Verse 1 - kanye west]

I do it for the forefathers and the street authors

That are now a&rs in the cheap office

Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers

Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off of

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 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.

[Hook]

Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb

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 all the makings of you.

[Verse 2 - kanye west]

No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto

You know the demo, your 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 bitches

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 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.

[Hook]

Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb

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 all the makings of you.

[Verse 3 - jay-z]

This is my momma shit; I used to hear this

Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama shit

Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja 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, six pack of miller nips

Pink champale, ballantine ale

Bally's on my feet help me balance out well

That and the shit I used to balance on the scale

I got it honest from the parties from my momma's

Virgin marys try to judge her

I'm like 'where the madonnas 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...

[Outro - kid cudi (w/ pete rock)]

Keep your hands up, get mine up

Don't let them take your fire

Yeah, okay

(It's pete rock, kanye, one, two, okay)