skit
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
doctor not a shame a problem
smooth it out
this is a story about the drifter
who waited for the worst cause the best lived ‘cross town
who never planned on having so didn’t
why me huh
hook
everything’s gonna be alright alright
everything’s gonna be alright alright
everything’s gonna be alright now alright
everything’s gonna be alright alright
treach
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 ups lift and clickups
too many stickups cause niggas had the trigger hiccups
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
they got ’em quick i had to eat this money’s good as spent
a ‘do in braids 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 lead to any telling crackhead
i’d still’a been broke so a lot of good it woulda 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 i was a sad one
and always wanted to live like this or that one
hook
treach
a ghetto bastard born next to the projects
living in the slums with bums i said now why treach
do it have to be like this
momma said i’m priceless
so i am all worthless starved and it’s just what being nice gets
sometimes i wish i could afford a pistol then though
to stop the hell i would’ve ended things a while ago
i ain’t have jack but a black hat and knapsack
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 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 with cars and chrome
some life if you ain’t wear gold your style was old
and you got more juice and dough 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 slowin’ and flowin’ and going in on and knowing not now
how will i do it how will i make it
i won’t that’s how
why me huh
hook
treach
my third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead
i’m better off dead huh that’s what my neighbor said
i don’t do jack but fighting lightin’ up the streets at night
playing hideandseek with a machete sexing freddy’s wife
some say i’m rolling on nothing but a dog now
i answer that with a fuck you and a bowwow
cause i done been through more shit within the last week
than a fly flowing in doodoo on the concrete
i been a deadbeat 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 mantoman talk can walk damn
if you ain’t live it you couldn’t feel it so kill it skillet
and all that talk about it won’t help it out now will it
in illtown pure luck got stuckup props got shot
don’t worry got hit by a flurry and his punkass dropped
but i’m the one who has been labeled as an outcast
they teach in schools i’m the misfit y’all will outlast
but that’s cool with the fool smack ’em backwards
that’s what you get for fucking with a ghetto bastard
if you ain’t ever been to the ghetto
don’t ever come to the ghetto
cause you wouldn’t understand the ghetto
and stay the fuck out of the ghetto
why me alright
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Year: 1992
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 421