Being Haved Lyrics & Tabs by Homeboy Sandman
Being Haved
guitar chords lyrics
Yo (Jesus Crunchy, man) what happened?
Nahmsayin I digs, nahmsayin I digs
Verse 1
I came up in Queens to not much more than enough
A pure-bred sort of a mutt, if that could exist
My moms/pops made livings but had limited funds
We shopped at Kiefer for lunch, and favored for kicks (?)
We had reefs, lights, mistletoe, garlands and such
All the most Christmassy stuff, except for the gifts
Party potluck, mom's ain't have a million bucks
But when I came home with a bump, she gave it a kiss
In grade school I was always at the head of the class
And was the first head in the class to get any head
Not that I condone pre-teens gettin it on
But there is much more of them now, than what I knew then
And was the first head in the class to get any head
Not that I condone pre-teens gettin it on
But there is much more of them now, than what I knew then
Whenever cats dissed momma I had honor-defend
When I was done throwin them fists, I made a new friend
Even at 9-10 wasn't bout no money to spend
The only 'dough' that I would sweat, began with 'Ninten-', ya heard?
Swimmy my joint haaa to behave
I would always say "mommy I'm being haved"
We be in the street getting wild everyday
What you might see on TV is Ricki Lake
Swimmy my joint haaa to behave
I would always say "mommy I'm being haved"
We be in the street getting wild everyday
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
I ran with a team of cats who swear to be hoods
We was too hard to be marks, to cool to be nerds
Did our homework but if you tried to play us for herbs
We'd quickly assert you wasn't sayin nut'n but a word
This when Hip-Hop really started making it's turn
Cats would stop doing the Wop, doing the Worm
Major venues still feel there was too much to lose
Security at major concerts was a major concern
Weekends, I be hooping from the dawn to the dusk
Don't mean to boast, but in the post I couldn't be held
My handle was type shaky but my drive to the hole
Was such a fine sight to behold that people beheld
Now let me not front, fabricate, or falsen the tale
Sometimes a cat'd drop me a dime, at times I would sell
But I never made a call
unless I really got fouled
And almost always hit the free throw anytime I ball-held
...My moms didn't do time-out
We want'd to cry she'd give us something to cry 'bout
I'd hump the mattress every time that I lie down
This years before I thought of writing this rhyme out
Grown folks would threaten putting soap into my mouth
I never seen a red cent of my allowance
But love finding out whenever something was not allowed
Because I was down...(yeauh!)
Upon to which chicks cuttin was a topic of choice
I spent more time cuttin on friends, than cuttin from school
I never got too crazy but I'll read'ly admit
I used to hock loogeys from roofs and pee in the pool
Before Timbo was a brand and only a boot
I rocked Gels tryina be cute, and got ridiculed
Told the same to every gang that ever tried to recruit
I don't want no trouble, homey I'm just tryina be cool (peace)
