Альбом Naughty By Nature

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

Chorus

A ghetto bastard, born next to the
projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I said
now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said
I'm priceless
So I am, I'm worthless, starvin',
that's just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a
pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended
things a while ago
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and
knap-sack
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 shine 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 and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold,
your style was old
And you got more juice and dope 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 gonna flaunt it, gonna know
when, know when and not now
How will I do it, how will I make it, I
won't, that's how
Why me huh

Chorus

My third year to adulthood, still a
knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what
my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up
the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a
machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a
dog now
I answer that with a fuck you and a
bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more
shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a
concrete
I've been a dead beat, 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 man-to-man talk can walk,
damn
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel,
so fill it skillet
All that talk about it won't help it out,
now will it
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up,
propped, and shot
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry
and this punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been
labaled as an outcast
They teach in school some of the
misfits I will outlast
But that's cool, with the fool smack
'im backwards
That's what you get when you're
fuckin' with the ghetto bastard

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

Oh finally, finally (here we are)
And for good are the three, follow me
(it ain't far)
Even though if it was, you could
make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they
are? (there they are)

A devil with the dorags be walkin',
now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (the
nature's back for)
Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round)
Uh-Uh-Uh

Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false
flavor
It's a new day to play with a
neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now naugh-ty by nature by me

They want me to come and come up
faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos
they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game
remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish line

Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break
and shoot 'em in the face
Make way, (move), boy, you detest
me! (Huh, huh, huh)
I seen your last porno flick, it ain't
impress me

Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a
thought
(The only records that they got, are
the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky
Pin the tail on the donkey

(Bring that beat back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
I do more poppin than a blockhead
Wreck the waxheads, I'm fed
(Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witha
new thought

You couldn't smoke blunts witha
match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again,
witha flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play like Poppa Simpson)

KayGee's on the slice, can he co-
clean?
Doin' more scratchin than a funk and
a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get your
props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll
cuts off

Another renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill
contract
I'm known for lettin' the ho's go, my
demo's all flow
When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo

Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm
hate
I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is
screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts so take
that clone
The only thing I take is the 8 to the
path home

And I take you all the way to the
north stop
Your style's more foul than a pork
chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
around the big clock, witha spot, tick-
tock

Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't
mean jack (chill.....)
to a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains
funky
(Hmmm, and it's ugh)

Back in the day, y'all, I played with
playdough
The dough is real now, but you don't
feel how
Starvin hungry MC gets when
MC filet mignon is the fixin'

I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them
up, yup
Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and
cook the duck
Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life
roughneck

Pin the tail on the donkey

Check (check), where you (where
you), at (at)
That another best will need a hard
vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?)
That's what I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
chest

I never knew a nigga' really wanted
to die
Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me
eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly thru', dumb plus
the one
To meet the mighty one, call a bad
one

I rhyme about what I want to,
microphone 1-2
You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb
do
T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.
(double O).K.
A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E., or
watch me S.C.

And I might stop to step to a
Sexy, fancy, prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp, here's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
horn

Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya
Lookin' in nearer, cos' I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the point
Where it's still too thick but still lick
thru and thru

Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style that's
wreckin' it (wreckin' it, wreckin' it...)
Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey,
donkey...)

What?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
What happened? It's like that?
We gonna rush you again

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go