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  • 作曲 : WC/Carlos Wood
    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...
  • 作曲 : WC/Carlos Wood
    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...