Homeboy Sandman - Being Haved lyrics

Yo (Jesus Crunchy, man) what happened? The POP! Nahmsayin I digs, nahmsayin I digs [Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] I came up in Queens, had 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 Keyfood for lunch, and Fayva for kicks We had reefs, lights, mistletoe, garlands and such All the most Christma**y stuff, except for the gifts Partied 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 cla** And was the first head in the cla** to get any head Not that I condone pre-teens gettin it on But there is much more I know now, than what I knew then Whenever cats dissed momma I had honor to defend When I was done throwin the fists, I'd 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? [Hook] When mi madre hollered "behave!" I would always say "mommy I'm being haved" We'd in the street getting wild everyday What you might see on TV was Ricki Lake When mi madre hollered "behave!" I would always say "mommy I'm being haved" We'd be in the street getting wild everyday Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay [Verse 2] I ran with a team of cats too square to be hoods But 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 a**ert 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, for doing the Worm Major venues still felt there was too much to lose Security at major concerts was a major concern Weekends, I'd 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 a falsehood to tell 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 held Well [Hook] [Verse 3] ...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!) Up until to which chicks cuttin was the 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 gel 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) [Hook]