Текст песни Naughty By Nature - Ghetto Bastard
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Smooth it out This is a story about a drifter Who waited for the worst while the best live `cross town Who never planned on having someday Why me huh?! Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up See many stick ups `cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups I couldn`t get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn`t afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit Thank God I`m quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent A `do in braids, I wasn`t paid enough I kept `em long `cause I couldn`t afford a hair-cut I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip With down the flow, don`t let them any dealin` tackhead A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did Or done, if not bad luck I would have none Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one And always wanted to live like this or that one Chorus A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin` in the slums with bums I said now why Treach Do I have to be like this, mama said I`m priceless So I am, I`m worthless, starvin`, that`s just what being nice gets Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago I ain`t have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give Say something positive, well positive ain`t where I live I live right around the corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell The sun never shine on my side of the street see And only once or twice a week I would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn`t keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome Some life, if you ain`t wearin` gold, your style was old And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there`s gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble in a game that you can`t play I`m gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now How will I do it, how will I make it, I won`t, that`s how Why me huh Chorus My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead I`m better off dead, huh, that`s what my neighbor said I don`t do jack but fightin` lightin` up the streets at night Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie`s spikes Some say I`m all in all, nothing but a dog now I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow `Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than the fly flowin` in doo-doo on a concrete I`ve been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born, that`s my life, oh you don`t know this song So don`t say jack, and please don`t say you understand All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn If you ain`t live it, you couldn`t feel, so fill it skillet All that talk about it won`t help it out, now will it In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot Don`t worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped But I`m the one who has been labaled as an outcast They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast But that`s cool, with the fool smack `im backwards That`s what you get when you`re fuckin` with the ghetto bastard If you ain`t never been to the ghetto Don`t ever come to the ghetto `Cause you wouldn`t understand the ghetto So stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me, Why me