Lupe Fiasco, Ayesha Jaco - Intro ( Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor) lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco, Ayesha Jaco - Intro Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor lyrics]
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the
Last standing Henry Horner
J&J's, Harold's Chicken, good finger lickin'
While they sin, gin
Sin sin at Rothschild's and Kenwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger meets the
High stride of the youth
Searchin' for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across
Alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that trunk bass and 20
20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force Ones, and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq, and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust downs
And shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and
Gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin' over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded
Hype's powdered the well is running dry
The days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment
Of the revolution
Because we are dying at the
Cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution
That has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'llahi 'r rahmani 'r rahim
Dedicated, to my grandmother
Peace! And much love to you
Yeah! And it start
1st and, 15, proudly present
You know what it is
See i got this philosophy right
I think the world and everything in it
Is made up of a mix, of two things
You got your good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your liquor
That's rightchilly Chill!
You already know, it's a long time comin'
I give you myi give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nothin' more, and nothin' less
Yes, F&F, uh huh! So with no further ado
Lupe Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"
From 45th and State to the
Last standing Henry Horner
J&J's, Harold's Chicken, good finger lickin'
While they sin, gin
Sin sin at Rothschild's and Kenwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger meets the
High stride of the youth
Searchin' for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across
Alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that trunk bass and 20
20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force Ones, and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq, and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust downs
And shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and
Gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin' over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded
Hype's powdered the well is running dry
The days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment
Of the revolution
Because we are dying at the
Cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution
That has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'llahi 'r rahmani 'r rahim
Dedicated, to my grandmother
Peace! And much love to you
Yeah! And it start
1st and, 15, proudly present
You know what it is
See i got this philosophy right
I think the world and everything in it
Is made up of a mix, of two things
You got your good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your liquor
That's rightchilly Chill!
You already know, it's a long time comin'
I give you myi give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nothin' more, and nothin' less
Yes, F&F, uh huh! So with no further ado
Lupe Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"