Naughty by Nature Everything's Gonna Be Alright (20th Anniversary version) Lyrics

Anthem Inc. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Anthem Inc. Intro
  • 2 Naughty Nation
  • 3 Throw It Up CD
  • 4 I Gotta Lotta
  • 5 Perfect Party
  • 6 Flags
  • 7 Name Game (Remember)
  • 8 Lovin' U More
  • 9 Gunz & Butta
  • 10 I Know What It's Like
  • 11 Ride
  • 12 Impeach the Planet
  • 13 Doozit
  • 14 Uptown Anthem (20th Anniversary version)
  • 15 Hip Hop Hooray (20th Anniversary version)
  • 16 O.P.P. (20th Anniversary version)
  • 17 Feel Me Flow (20th Anniversary version)
  • 18 Everything's Gonna Be Alright (20th Anniversary version)
  • 19 Perfect Party (instrumental)
  • 20 Name Game (Remember) (instrumental)
  • 21 God Is Us (instrumental)
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    This is a story about the drifter
    Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
    Who never planned on havin' so ****
    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)

    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 **** the ***
    Where anyway I didn't pick up, flipped the clip up
    Too many stick-ups, 'cause *****s had the trigger hic-ups
    I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
    My mother couldn't afford us, she had to throw me out
    I walked the strip, with this here clip, who wanna hit?
    I had to eat, this money's good as spent
    I'm doin' 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 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 I was a 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
    Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
    So I am all worthless, starved, that'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
    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 ****, 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 usually home
    I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
    Some life, if 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 in that 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 machete seeking freddy's wife
    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 **** within the last week
    Than a 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 can just walk down
    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 ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
    Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-*** dropped
    But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
    In teacher's schools, I'm the misfit child and outlast
    But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
    That's what you get for ****in' 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 **** out of the ghetto
    Why me?
    (alright)

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