Lyrics Happy Jamz - Boyz N Da Hood

Happy Jamz

Youll never hear me make no happy jamz, these niggas love me fo who i am,
i get mi muny i go get mi
Frendz, sip on sum drink, and roll up in ??
Mi nephew u were born dif mama got sugar in her blood streamz coughn up col
yellin at the ??
she 50 yrs
Old n i put this on errthing shednt seen a happy day sence she wuz 17 the mo i
smile the mo i hurt i
Flirt wit the 12 gauge hell they tuk mi tuf itz like the devil when we cum
outside i ain’t lyin mi niggas
Pumpin the nine stead they droppin like flies see we livin like larry james see
most of a us high im
Pullin guard from anything u want me ya die mi sister had ??
ona clik mi
pistols had ansers thad get us
60 yrs but i ain’t wanna see mi uncle had cancer in the dik mi aunty had cancer
in the ass she ain’t even
Want a shit died round 1986
Niggas all up ta BIG GEE n im broker than a slump bitch
Y u never hear no happy shit from young mathers man udk the half of it i came
up on the block where the
Killas stay at sumtymes i wish i coud put mi whole life on playback n a two 1
shack they ain’t much u can
Do but get drunk n roll another blunt withchya crew but all the ??
soldiers i feel im due for a blessn
Late nite toatn a tech jus for protection this world done tought me a lesson i
learned from the ogs how
To keep mi muny rites in the low keys look at the face of advirsity n laugh at
it grand mama died while i
Wuz on the grind this life iz so tragic cuz i smile doesnt it mean im in a good
mood hate ta lose mi mama
Cuz that lady cooked sum good food n i dnt mean ta b rude but fuk the world all
i need is the mom mi son
N babygurl niccca
Only depend on a few in this lifetyme show love cuz u never know when u might
die might try ta get mi
Mama out these projects only live day ta day never known wuts next cuzzin died
n a car crash from a broke
Neck riden n a solen car wit no i.d.
i hate that but thats the way this durty
world rotates u gotta take
Control a ur own life n seal ur own fate
Mi mama wuz an og mi daddy wuz an og b gentle wit the numbers man alotta folks
notice me stuk up on the
Porch witta country man wunna be older man bout the store cut his stomach on
the E mama had an expidition
But the munthly fee 453 had ta giv back las week ta BIG GEE ta edgehanger up n
dwn all the stress im goin
Thru never make a happy jam
Niggas sik a bein broke, niggas sik a doin shit man, otha mutha fukerz taken
the credit for, that sux
Niggas sik a creatin shit man, n them muthafukerz u kno captilize over wut they
create, u kno, so wut
Happnin rite now, iz the mob baby, the real mob, face, mi mutha fukn rymes
nigga, ya kno uhh i nvr make a
Happy jam cuz there ain’t nuthn ta smile about, ya kno, n if u thinkn a nigga
playin keep fukn wit me
Young mathers, BIGG GEE, THA STREETZ