Lyric Everything s Gonna Be Alright
[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 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
[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)
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 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
[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)
