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Track: Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Artist: Naughty By Nature
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Name: Naughty By Nature
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American hip hop trio from East Orange, New Jersey, USA—[a= Anthony Shawn Criss] ([a=Treach]), [a=Vincent Brown] ([a=Vin Rock]), and [a=Kier Gist] ([a=Kay Gee]). Active 1986–2002, 2006–present. They began recording as [a=The New Style] in the late 1980s before adopting the name [a=Naughty By Nature] and breaking through with the self-titled 1991 album and the single “O.P.P.”

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Release: Naughty By Nature - Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Year: 1991
Genres: Hip Hop

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[Intro] 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? [Chorus] 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) [Verse 1] 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 tech in the 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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? [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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)