Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything's Gonna Be Alright, artist - Naughty By Nature.
Date of issue: 02.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everything's Gonna Be Alright |
Smooth it out |
This is a story about the drifter |
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown |
Who never planned on havin' so dick |
Why me, huh? |
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) |
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, mother fuck the fag |
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up |
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-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, which is a clip, who wanna hit? |
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money’s good as spent |
I threw in graves, 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 led to any tellin' crackhead |
I’m still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would’ve 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 out was a sad one |
And always wanted to live like just a fat one |
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects |
Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them |
Why do I have to be like this? |
momma said I’m priceless |
So I am all worthless, starved, and it’s just for being a nice kid |
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though |
Last stop to hell, I would’ve ended things a while ago |
I ain’t have jack but a black hat and napsack |
Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack |
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? |
Say somethin' positive? |
Well positive ain’t where I lived |
I lived right around a corner from west hell |
Two blocks from south shit, it was 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 for cause of chrome |
Some life, it you ain’t wear gold your style was old |
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold |
Hell no, I say there’s gotta be a better way |
But hey, never gamble any game that you can’t play |
I’m slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now |
How will I do it, how will I make it? |
I won’t, that’s how |
Why me, huh? |
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 fightin', lightin' up the streets at night |
Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? |
like Freddy swipe |
Some say I’m rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now |
I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow? |
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week |
Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo 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 man to man talk just hot damn |
If you ain’t live you couldn’t feel it, so kill it, skillet |
And all that talk about it won’t help it out, now will it? |
And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot |
Don’t worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped |
But I’m the one who has been labeled as an outcast |
They changin' schools, I’m the misfit that will outlast |
But that’s cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards |
That’s what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard |
If you ain’t ever been to the ghetto |
Don’t ever come to the ghetto |
'Cause you ain’t understand the ghetto |
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto |
Why me? |
(alright) |