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Everything’s Gonna Be Alright Lyrics By Naughty By Nature

    doctor nurse johnson is the mother still in the recovery room
    nurse yes dr blair
    doctor ok i’ll go to the waiting room and inform the father it’s a boy
    nurse i’m afraid there is no father sir
    doctor another ghetto bastard huh
    nurse i’m afraid so
    doctor well put him with the rest of the born losers
    nurse all right doctor a shame isn’t it
    doctor not a shame a problem

    smooth it out
    this is a story about the drifter
    who waited for the worst cause the best lived ‘cross town
    who never planned on having so didn’t
    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 motherfuck the fag
    well anyway i did pick ups lift and clickups
    too many stickups cause niggas had the trigger hiccups
    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
    they got ’em quick i had to eat this money’s good as spent
    a ‘do in braids 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 lead to any telling crackhead
    i’d still’a been broke so a lot of good it woulda 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 i was a sad one
    and always wanted to live like this or that one


    a ghetto bastard born next to the projects
    living in the slums with bums i said now why treach
    do it have to be like this
    momma said i’m priceless
    so i am all worthless starved and it’s just what being nice gets
    sometimes i wish i could afford a pistol then though
    to stop the hell i would’ve ended things a while ago
    i ain’t have jack but a black hat and knapsack
    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 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 with cars and chrome
    some life if you ain’t wear gold your style was old
    and you got more juice and dough 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 slowin’ and flowin’ and going in on and knowing 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 fighting lightin’ up the streets at night
    playing hideandseek with a machete sexing freddy’s wife
    some say i’m rolling on nothing but a dog now
    i answer that with a fuck you and a bowwow
    cause i done been through more shit within the last week
    than a fly flowing in doodoo 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 mantoman talk can walk damn
    if you ain’t live it you couldn’t feel it so kill it skillet
    and all that talk about it won’t help it out now will it
    in illtown pure luck got stuckup props got shot
    don’t worry got hit by a flurry and his punkass dropped
    but i’m the one who has been labeled as an outcast
    they teach in schools i’m the misfit y’all will outlast
    but that’s cool with the fool smack ’em backwards
    that’s what you get for fucking with a ghetto bastard

    if you ain’t ever been to the ghetto
    don’t ever come to the ghetto
    cause you wouldn’t understand the ghetto
    and stay the fuck out of the ghetto
    why me alright

    Artist: Naughty By Nature

    Year: 1992

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 421