WC, the MAAD Circle - Ghetto Serenade lyrics
[WC, the MAAD Circle - Ghetto Serenade lyrics]
(Gee, I wonder who this poem is about?)
Back in the days when I was tryin
To come up in the rap game
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
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 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
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:
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
Back in the days when I was tryin
To come up in the rap game
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
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 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
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:
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