Naughty By Nature - Everything’s Gonna Be Alright (Official Music Video)

Download/Stream: ************************************ Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature. ************************************ Follow Tommy Boy Records: Subscribe to the mailing list:  Shop: ************************************ Lyrics: 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 click-ups Too many stick-ups, 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 [Hook] 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 [Hook] 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 hide-and-seek 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 bow-wow Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than a fly flowing 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 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 stuck-up, props got shot Don’t worry got hit by a flurry, and his punk-ass 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) #TommyBoyRecords #NaughtyByNature #HipHop50