Ghetto Serenade Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

Back in the days when I was tryin' to come up in the rap game 

Livin' like a [unverified], bustlin' spare change 

Drivin' a bucket, livin' in a shack 

Tryin' to make the best out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad 

There was this girlie that I wanted to get with 

Who never gave me no play, because I wasn't rollin' 

She said I was too ghetto and that a brother from the ghetto 

Couldn't give her nothin' but hard times and trouble 

But bein' I was young and dumb 

And just thinkin' bout the putang, had me sprung 

I used to play myself late at night goin' over her house, drinkin 40s 

Standin' on the front porch singin' oldies 

And even though her father used to run me away 

I used to creep around the side and hit the back gate 

Tappin' on her window, givin' her the ghetto serenade 

And it went this way 

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin 

You've got somethin' that makes me wanna give in 

You've got somethin' that turns my head all around 

You've got somethin' that takes me all down 

I used to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?" 

It shouldn't matter that I didn't drive a Mercedes 

She said that I was probably only good for makin' babies 

And my physical appearance makes me look crazy 

She said that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even slang 

And if you wanna be with me, you gotta rearrange" 

But I wasn't 'bout to get a flattop or go in a suit 

And come back in a new BMW 

She said her parents wouldn't approve of the way that I looked, see 

And plus you got nothin' to give me 

You wanna get laid? You gotta keep me paid 

That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I ain't payin' for the ying-yang 

And even though I'm feelin' bad 

I feel like this, I can't miss what I never had 

So I gave it a last shot and right before I walked away 

I hit her with the ghetto serenade 

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin 

You've got somethin' that makes me wanna give in 

You've got somethin' that turns my head all around 

You've got somethin' that takes me all down 

A few years later, now my dues are paid up 

I got a record out, now I'm rollin' in big bucks 

Flyin' all around the world, meetin' many girls 

Everywhere that I go and makin' rap videos 

And signin' autographs the other day 

I looked up and guess who was comin' my way? 

The same old girl who never gave me no rhythm 

But this time standin' in the middle of five children 

She done got fat, and now she's lookin' like the cookie monster to me 

Walkin' around with the saggy booty 

And runnin' that drag about how I done matured so much 

And why I haven't kept in touch? 

I started laughin' in her face, 'cause to me it was funny 

Now she wanted me for my money 

So I turned my back to her and I walked away 

Leavin' her singin' the ghetto serenade 

And here's what she had to say 

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin 

You've got somethin' that makes me wanna give in 

You've got somethin' that turns my head all around 

You've got somethin' that takes me all down 

Hey Dub, man, what's up, man? 

You done got these braids off your head 

Got rid of those khaki pants 

Man, you sure have matured, man 

How about gettin' your telephone number? 

What's up with that, man? 

Just 'cause I wasn't givin' you no rhythm 

That wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man