Boosie Badazz - We Ain't Got Much lyrics

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 usin' them in class
I got better grades than you
Both of y'all need to stop arguin'
First of all
Shut up, I'm goin' home and watch a movie

When I was young my favorite movie was Menace
Cousin' go to sleep
I'd be takin' off his tennis
Fuckin' with the hood girls
At the pool swimmin'
When I was half swaggin'
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'
Diggin' all the gangsters who was
Ballin' on the corner
Know they gon' pop it off
'cause our fuckin' block rolled
Daytons and Vogues and Keith
Sweat on the speakers
Back then we ain't even listen
To the fuckin' 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
Cousin' hit up on the dice
And get him some cash

Heat the water on the stove, make it hot
(Make it hot)
Make the water bubble up when we fart
(B-b-rb) police puttin' 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 sayin', "Boosie
Brush that shit" walkin' to the sto' gettin'
Granny her tobacc' (Ayy)
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' (yeah)
Used to steal our dealers Polos
I was cuffin' (yeah)
I can't afford the Js
But I'm gon' get 'em from my cousin

Ever had to pass Jordans to three friends?
Four people fucked up, two shots of Henn?
Watchin' dice games
Hopin' that your potna win
Knowin' 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 nothin' but some dreams
And some fuckin' gold chains
And some nugget earrings and a slap
Today I'm goin' 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
Dustin' pretty as I flipped (Boss)
Bronson brought me K-Swiss, bitch
Now I'm flexin'
I remember when I got my ears pierced
I was eleven prayin' every night makin' sure
We go to heaven (yeah)
Watchin' dad squeezin' on
His three-five-seven
Granny said we got a blessin' comin'
She always said we got a blessin' comin'
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 comin' up and it's gon' be alright