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Ghetto Bastard Lyrics - Singles - Naughty By Nature

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

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