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letra de we ain't got much - boosie badazz

[intro]
man, let’s go to the park, y’all
don’t n-body 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 cl-ss
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

[verse 1]
when i was young my favorite movie was menace
cousin’ go to sleep, i’d be takin’ off his tennis
f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ block rolled
daytons and vogues and keith sweat on the speakers
back then we ain’t even listen to the f-ckin’ 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

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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 sh-t”
walkin’ to the sto’ gettin’ granny her tobacc’ (ayy)
f-ckin’ with the youngest they would always bring me laughter (ayy)
cross a n-gg- 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 f-ckin’ (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

[chorus]
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

[verse 3]
ever had to p-ss jordans to three friends?
four people f-cked 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, “d-mn, we done grew up”
get your money, what the ogs schooled us
we ain’t had nothin’ but some dreams and some f-ckin’ 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, sh-t, that’s all a n-gg- 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, b-tch, 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 k!lled pernell and the whole hood cried (yeah)
but the hood got stronger every time somebody died

[chorus]
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

- boosie badazz

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