Artist: Boyz N Da Hood Album: Boyz N Da Hood Song: Happy Jamz Typed by: AZ Lyrics Racisim at an all tyme high and the academy fucked up what the fuck we partyin fo' man? You'll never hear me make no happy jamz These niggaz love me fo' who I am I get my money I got get my friends Sip on sum drink and roll up in the Benz My nephew you were born dif mama got sugar in her bloodstreams coughn up col yellin at the ?? she 50 yrs old and I put this on e'rything she hadn't seen a happy day sence she was 17 The mo' I smile the mo I hurt I flirt wit the 12 gauge hell they tuk my tuf it's like the devil when we cum outside I aint lyin my niggaz pumpin the nine stead they droppin like flies see we livin like larry james see most of a us high I'm pullin guard from anything you want me ya die my sister had ?? ona click my pistols had answers that'd get us 60 yrs but I aint wanna see my uncle had cancer in the dick my aunty had cancer in the ass she aint evenwant a shit died round 1986 niggaz all up ta BIG GEE and I'm broker than a slump bitch [Chorus] Why you never hear no happy shit from young mathers man you don't know the half of it I came up on the block where the killaer stay at Sometimes I wish I coud put my whole life on playback and a two 1 shack they aint much you can do but get drunk and roll another blunt withchya crew but all the ?? soldiers I feel I'm due for a blessin Late nite totin a Tec just for protection This world done tought me a lesson I learned from the O.G.'s how to keep my money rites in the low keys look at the face of adversity and laugh at it grand mama died while I waz on the grind this life is so tragic cause I smile doesnt it mean I'm in a good mood hate ta lose my mama cuz that lady cooked some good food and I don't mean to be rude but fuk the world all I need is the mom my son and babygurl nigga [Chorus] only depend on a few in this lifetime show love cause you never know when you might die might try ta get my momma out these projects only live day taoday never knowin what's next cousin died and a car crash from a broke neck Ridin in a stolen car with no ID I hate that but thats the way this dirty world rotates you gotta take control of your own life and seal your own fate My momma was an O.G., my daddy was an O.G. Be gentle wit the numbers man alotta folks notice me Stuck up on the porch witta country man, wanna be older man bout the store cut his stomach on the E Momma had an Expedition but the monthly fee 453 Had to give back last week to BIG GEE the Edge Hanger up and down all the stress I'm goin through never make a happy jam [Chorus] [Outro] niggaz sick of bein broke niggaz sick of doin shit man other motherfuckers taken the credit for that sucks, niggaz sick of creatin shit man And them motherfuckers you know capitalize over what they create You know So what's happenin right now is the mob baby, the real mob Face My motherfuckin rhymes nigga Y'know, uhh I never make a happy jam cause there ain't nothin to smile about y'know? And if you thinkin a playin, keep fuckin with me Young Mothers, Big Gee The streets