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Boosie Badazz

We Ain't Got Much

 

We Ain't Got Much

(альбом: Badazz 3.5 - 2019)


Man, let's go to the park, y'all
Don't nobody wanna go to no park, I wanna go to the pool
I wanna go to the pool, too. We go to the park every day
Y'all wanna pencil break?
No, you always tryna break pencils, you need to be using them in class
I got better grades than you
Both of y'all need to stop arguing, first of all
Shut up, I'm going home and watch a movie

When I was young my favorite movie was Menace
Cousing go to sleep, I'd be taking off his tennis
Fucking with the hood girls at the pool swimming
When I was half swagging, when I had no rhythm
It's the hood, I was born, every night we had suppers
Gamble 'til the sun come, I guess we all hustlers
Everybody had a flame, mane, we all had crushes
Happy if we had mayonaisse, never had mustard
Walked to the movies, stop and eat, Louie's
Steal a couple bicycles 'fore I make it home
Can't let mama see the bikes, so I park 'em 'round the corn'
Digging all the gangsters who was balling on the corner
Know they gon' pop it off 'cause our fucking block rolled
Daytons and Vogues and Keith Sweat on the speakers
Back then we ain't even listen to the fucking teachers
Mad, mom the only one up in the bleachers, where's dad?
Still, we was grateful for the times we never had
I say a prayer every night that my cousing hit up on the dice
And get him some cash

We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, we coming up and it's gon' be alright

Heat the water on the stove, make it hot (Make it hot)
Make the water bubble up when we fart (B-b-rb)
Police putting handcuffs on my pops
So I cried on Holly Road in '93
Long as we had granny seemed like we had peace
How y'all smile that happy when y'all got that least
How your hair that nappy and it just got hit
I remember Jeanie saying, "Boosie, brush that shit"
Walking to the sto' getting granny her tobacc' (Ayy)
Fucking with the youngest they would always bring me laughter (Ayy)
Cross a nigga over, step back, hit the three
But the ball had lumps, it was hard, but it was sweet
Thirteen, fourteen, we shot the two in the three
Never used rubbers, we was happy we was fucking (Yeah)
Used to steal our dealers Polos, I was cuffing (Yeah)
I can't afford the Js, but I'm gon' get 'em from my cousin

We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, we coming up and it's gon' be alright

Ever had to pass Jordans to three friends?
Four people fucked up, two shots of Henn?
Watching dice games, hoping that your potna win
Knowing if he lose, he get mad and he wanna sin
We was sleep on the school bus
I guess we all had our lessons 'cause the tool tucked
Everybody like, "Damn, we done grew up"
Get your money, what the OGs schooled us
We ain't had nothing but some dreams and some fucking gold chains
And some nugget earrings and a slap
Today I'm going get some pickle chips and a fifty dollar flip
'Cause right now, shit, that's all a nigga have
Ride down the levee, treat my bike like a Chevy
Got them rims on it, dusting pretty as I flipped (Boss)
Bronson brought me K-Swiss, bitch, now I'm flexing
I remember when I got my ears pierced, I was eleven
Praying every night making sure we go to heaven (Yeah)
Watching dad squeezing on his three-five-seven
Granny said we got a blessing coming
She always said we got a blessing coming
But it ain't even 'bout the money
Go to church on Sunday, my grandpa was the preacher
Died when I was eight and we cried, me and Trina
The police killed Pernell and the whole hood cried (Yeah)
But the hood got stronger every time somebody died

We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, but we got it
We ain't got much, we coming up and it's gon' be alright

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