Aint ever been to the ghetto stay fuck out

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. 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. Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter. Auto rolagem Texto Restaurar Corrigir letra Imprimir.

They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just a fat one [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them Why do I have to be like this? Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell The sun never shone 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 for cause of chrome Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how Why me, huh?

Doctor: Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room? Nurse: Yes, Dr. Blair Doctor: OK, I'll go to the waiting room and inform the father it's a boy Nurse: I'm afraid there is no father, sir Doctor: Another ghetto bastard, huh? Nurse: I'm afraid so Doctor: Well, put him with the rest of the born losers Nurse: All right doctor, a shame isn't it?

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