Homeboy Sandman - Being Haved lyrics

Yo (Jesus Crunchy, man) what happened?
The POP! Nahmsayin I digs, nahmsayin I digs

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 wreaths, lights, mistletoe
Garland and such
All the most Christmassy 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 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 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?

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

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 assert you wasn't sayin
Nut'n but a word
This when Hip-Hop really started
Making it's turn
Cats had stopped doing the Wop
For doing the Worm
But 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
But let me not front or
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

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 layed 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 loved 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 readily 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)