Yo (Jesus Crunchy, man) what happened?Nahmsayin I digs, nahmsayin I digsVerse 1I came up in Queens to not much more than enoughA pure-bred sort of a mutt, if that could existMy moms/pops made livings but had limited fundsWe shopped at Kiefer for lunch, and favored for kicks (?)We had reefs, lights, mistletoe, garlands and suchAll the most Christmassy stuff, except for the giftsParty potluck, mom's ain't have a million bucksBut when I came home with a bump, she gave it a kissIn grade school I was always at the head of the classAnd was the first head in the class to get any headNot that I condone pre-teens gettin it onBut there is much more of them now, than what I knew thenWhenever cats dissed momma I had honor-defendWhen I was done throwin them fists, I made a new friendEven at 9-10 wasn't bout no money to spendThe only 'dough' that I would sweat, began with 'Ninten-', ya heard?Swimmy my joint haaa to behaveI would always say "mommy I'm being haved"We be in the street getting wild everydayWhat you might see on TV is Ricki LakeSwimmy my joint haaa to behaveI would always say "mommy I'm being haved"We be in the street getting wild everydayBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayI ran with a team of cats who swear to be hoodsWe was too hard to be marks, to cool to be nerdsDid our homework but if you tried to play us for herbsWe'd quickly assert you wasn't sayin nut'n but a wordThis when Hip-Hop really started making it's turnCats would stop doing the Wop, doing the WormMajor venues still feel there was too much to loseSecurity at major concerts was a major concernWeekends, I be hooping from the dawn to the duskDon't mean to boast, but in the post I couldn't be heldMy handle was type shaky but my drive to the holeWas such a fine sight to behold that people beheldNow let me not front, fabricate, or falsen the taleSometimes a cat'd drop me a dime, at times I would sellBut I never made a callunless I really got fouledAnd almost always hit the free throw anytime I ball-held...My moms didn't do time-outWe want'd to cry she'd give us something to cry 'boutI'd hump the mattress every time that I lie downThis years before I thought of writing this rhyme outGrown folks would threaten putting soap into my mouthI never seen a red cent of my allowanceBut love finding out whenever something was not allowedBecause I was down...(yeauh!)Upon to which chicks cuttin was a topic of choiceI spent more time cuttin on friends, than cuttin from schoolI never got too crazy but I'll read'ly admitI used to hock loogeys from roofs and pee in the poolBefore Timbo was a brand and only a bootI rocked Gels tryina be cute, and got ridiculedTold the same to every gang that ever tried to recruitI don't want no trouble, homey I'm just tryina be cool (peace)
