Ghetto bastard lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : Ghetto bastard
 
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