Letra Ghetto serenade WC

Ghetto serenade

[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]

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

Livin like a [???], 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 backgate

Tappin on her window, givin her the Ghetto Serenade

And it went this way

[ CHORUS ]

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

[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]

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 BM(W)

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

[ CHORUS ]

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:

[ CHORUS ]

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...