[{"id":15660261,"name":"Everything’s Gonna Be Alright (Re-Recorded)(Re-Recorded)","trackName":"Everything’s Gonna Be Alright (Re-Recorded)(Re-Recorded)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Anthem Inc.","duration":251.24,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smooth it out (alright)\nThis is a story about the drifter\nWho waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town\nWho never planned on having, so didn't\nWhy me, huh?\n\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\nEverything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\nSome get a little and some get none\nSome catch a bad one and some leave the job half-done\nI was one who never had and always mad\nNever knew my dad, motherfuck the fag\nWell, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups\n\nSeen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups\nI couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed\nMy mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out (alright)\nI walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?\nThey got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent\n\nI threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough\nI kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut\nI got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed\nI got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip\nWas down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead\n\nI still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did\nOr done, if not for bad luck, I would have none\nWhy did I have to live the life of such a bad one?\nWhy when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?\nAnd always wanted to live like this or that one\n\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\nEverything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\nA ghetto bastard, born next to the projects\nLiving in the slums with bums, I said, \"Now why, Treach\nDo I have to be like this?\" Mama said I'm priceless\nSo why am I worthless? Starving is just what being nice get\nSometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though\n\nTo stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago\nI ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack\nWar scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (alright)\nDrop that, and now you want me to rap and give?\nSay something positive? Well, positive ain't where I live\n\nI live right around the corner from West Hell\nTwo blocks from south shit and once in a jail cell\nThe sun never shone on my side of the street, see\nAnd only once or twice a week, I would speak\nI walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home\n\nI couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome\nSome life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old\nAnd you got more juice than dough for every bottle sold\nHell no, I say there's gotta be a better way\nBut hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play (alright)\n\nI'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now\nHow will I do it? How will I make it? I won't, that's how (that's how)\nWhy me, huh?\n\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright (alright)\nEverything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\nEverything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\nMy third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead\nI'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said\nI don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the street at night\nPlaying hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife\nSome say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now\n\nI answer that with a \"Fuck you,\" and a bow-wow\n'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week\nThan a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete (alright)\nI been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong\nSince I was born, that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?\n\nSo don't say jack, and please don't say you understand\nAll that man-to-man talk can walk, damn\nIf you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet\nAnd all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?\nIn Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot\n\nDon't worry got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped\nBut I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast\nThey teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast\nBut that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards\nThat's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard\n\nIf you ain't ever been to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\nDon't ever come to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\n'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto (the ghetto)\nAnd stay the fuck out of the ghetto (alright)\nWhy me? (Alright)\nWhy me?\n\n(Alright)\n(Alright)\n(Alright)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.45] Smooth it out (alright)\n[00:09.79] This is a story about the drifter\n[00:11.82] Who waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town\n[00:15.08] Who never planned on having, so didn't\n[00:18.03] Why me, huh?\n[00:19.08] Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n[00:21.25] Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n[00:23.63] Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n[00:26.27] Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n[00:28.17] Some get a little and some get none\n[00:30.05] Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half-done\n[00:32.76] I was one who never had and always mad\n[00:35.36] Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag\n[00:37.66] Well, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups\n[00:39.96] Seen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups\n[00:42.22] I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed\n[00:44.69] My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out (alright)\n[00:47.03] I walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?\n[00:49.15] They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent\n[00:51.44] I threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough\n[00:53.88] I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut\n[00:56.23] I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed\n[00:58.62] I got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip\n[01:01.04] Was down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead\n[01:03.40] I still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did\n[01:05.68] Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none\n[01:08.07] Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one?\n[01:10.33] Why when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?\n[01:12.63] And always wanted to live like this or that one\n[01:15.12] Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n[01:17.52] Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n[01:20.09] Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n[01:22.61] Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n[01:24.23] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects\n[01:26.37] Living in the slums with bums, I said, \"Now why, Treach\n[01:28.65] Do I have to be like this?\" Mama said I'm priceless\n[01:30.92] So why am I worthless? Starving is just what being nice get\n[01:34.12] Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though\n[01:36.38] To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago\n[01:38.79] I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack\n[01:40.90] War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (alright)\n[01:43.43] Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?\n[01:45.66] Say something positive? Well, positive ain't where I live\n[01:48.06] I live right around the corner from West Hell\n[01:50.09] Two blocks from south shit and once in a jail cell\n[01:52.82] The sun never shone on my side of the street, see\n[01:55.28] And only once or twice a week, I would speak\n[01:57.48] I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home\n[01:59.86] I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome\n[02:02.23] Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old\n[02:04.53] And you got more juice than dough for every bottle sold\n[02:06.84] Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way\n[02:09.17] But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play (alright)\n[02:11.55] I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now\n[02:13.69] How will I do it? How will I make it? 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Starving is just what being nice get\n  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though\n\n  To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago\n  I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack\n  War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (alright)\n  Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?\n  Say something positive? 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(Alright)\n[03:39.73] Why me?\n[03:54.38] (Alright)\n[03:56.91] (Alright)\n[03:58.96] (Alright)\n[04:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything's Gonna Be Alright (re-recorded version)\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Anthem Inc.\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Smooth it out (alright)\n  start_ms: 8470\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: This is a story about the drifter\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 12150\n- text: Who waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town\n  start_ms: 12150\n  end_ms: 15080\n- text: Who never planned on having, so didn't\n  start_ms: 15080\n  end_ms: 17830\n- text: Why me, huh?\n  start_ms: 17830\n  end_ms: 19190\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 19190\n  end_ms: 21450\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 21450\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 26310\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n  start_ms: 26310\n  end_ms: 28280\n- text: Some get a little and some get none\n  start_ms: 28280\n  end_ms: 30170\n- text: Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half-done\n  start_ms: 30170\n  end_ms: 32900\n- text: I was one who never had and always mad\n  start_ms: 32900\n  end_ms: 35410\n- text: Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag\n  start_ms: 35410\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: Well, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Seen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 42490\n- text: I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed\n  start_ms: 42490\n  end_ms: 44760\n- text: My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out (alright)\n  start_ms: 44760\n  end_ms: 47120\n- text: I walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?\n  start_ms: 47120\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 51650\n- text: I threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough\n  start_ms: 51650\n  end_ms: 53900\n- text: I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut\n  start_ms: 53900\n  end_ms: 56410\n- text: I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed\n  start_ms: 56410\n  end_ms: 58840\n- text: I got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip\n  start_ms: 58840\n  end_ms: 61100\n- text: Was down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead\n  start_ms: 61100\n  end_ms: 63440\n- text: I still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did\n  start_ms: 63440\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68170\n- text: Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one?\n  start_ms: 68170\n  end_ms: 70420\n- text: Why when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?\n  start_ms: 70420\n  end_ms: 72730\n- text: And always wanted to live like this or that one\n  start_ms: 72730\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 80010\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  start_ms: 80010\n  end_ms: 82640\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n  start_ms: 82640\n  end_ms: 84380\n- text: A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects\n  start_ms: 84380\n  end_ms: 86300\n- text: Living in the slums with bums, I said, \"Now why, Treach\n  start_ms: 86300\n  end_ms: 88780\n- text: Do I have to be like this?\" Mama said I'm priceless\n  start_ms: 88780\n  end_ms: 91080\n- text: So why am I worthless? 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Well, positive ain't where I live\n  start_ms: 105790\n  end_ms: 108150\n- text: I live right around the corner from West Hell\n  start_ms: 108150\n  end_ms: 110220\n- text: Two blocks from south shit and once in a jail cell\n  start_ms: 110220\n  end_ms: 112920\n- text: The sun never shone on my side of the street, see\n  start_ms: 112920\n  end_ms: 115240\n- text: And only once or twice a week, I would speak\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 117580\n- text: I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home\n  start_ms: 117580\n  end_ms: 119940\n- text: I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome\n  start_ms: 119940\n  end_ms: 122280\n- text: Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old\n  start_ms: 122280\n  end_ms: 124640\n- text: And you got more juice than dough for every bottle sold\n  start_ms: 124640\n  end_ms: 126940\n- text: Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way\n  start_ms: 126940\n  end_ms: 129290\n- text: But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play (alright)\n  start_ms: 129290\n  end_ms: 131700\n- text: I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now\n  start_ms: 131700\n  end_ms: 133650\n- text: How will I do it? How will I make it? I won't, that's how (that's how)\n  start_ms: 133650\n  end_ms: 139840\n- text: Why me, huh?\n  start_ms: 139840\n  end_ms: 141110\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 141110\n  end_ms: 143530\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  start_ms: 143530\n  end_ms: 145760\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  start_ms: 145760\n  end_ms: 148350\n- text: Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n  start_ms: 148350\n  end_ms: 154450\n- text: My third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead\n  start_ms: 154450\n  end_ms: 157400\n- text: I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said\n  start_ms: 157400\n  end_ms: 159860\n- text: I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the street at night\n  start_ms: 159860\n  end_ms: 162100\n- text: Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife\n  start_ms: 162100\n  end_ms: 164690\n- text: Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now\n  start_ms: 164690\n  end_ms: 166860\n- text: I answer that with a \"Fuck you,\" and a bow-wow\n  start_ms: 166860\n  end_ms: 169280\n- text: '''Cause I done been through more shit within the last week'\n  start_ms: 169280\n  end_ms: 171570\n- text: Than a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete (alright)\n  start_ms: 171570\n  end_ms: 173920\n- text: I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong\n  start_ms: 173920\n  end_ms: 176320\n- text: Since I was born, that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?\n  start_ms: 176320\n  end_ms: 178670\n- text: So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand\n  start_ms: 178670\n  end_ms: 181060\n- text: All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn\n  start_ms: 181060\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 185660\n- text: And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?\n  start_ms: 185660\n  end_ms: 188010\n- text: In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot\n  start_ms: 188010\n  end_ms: 190460\n- text: Don't worry got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped\n  start_ms: 190460\n  end_ms: 192780\n- text: But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast\n  start_ms: 192780\n  end_ms: 194960\n- text: They teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast\n  start_ms: 194960\n  end_ms: 197350\n- text: But that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards\n  start_ms: 197350\n  end_ms: 199830\n- text: That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard\n  start_ms: 199830\n  end_ms: 202540\n- text: If you ain't ever been to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\n  start_ms: 202540\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: Don't ever come to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 207480\n- text: '''Cause you wouldn''t understand the ghetto (the ghetto)'\n  start_ms: 207480\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: And stay the fuck out of the ghetto (alright)\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 215290\n- text: Why me? (Alright)\n  start_ms: 215290\n  end_ms: 219730\n- text: Why me?\n  start_ms: 219730\n  end_ms: 234380\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 234380\n  end_ms: 236910\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 236910\n  end_ms: 238960\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 238960\n  end_ms: 241350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 241350\nplain: |-\n  Smooth it out (alright)\n  This is a story about the drifter\n  Who waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town\n  Who never planned on having, so didn't\n  Why me, huh?\n\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\n  Some get a little and some get none\n  Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half-done\n  I was one who never had and always mad\n  Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag\n  Well, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups\n\n  Seen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups\n  I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed\n  My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out (alright)\n  I walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?\n  They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent\n\n  I threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough\n  I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut\n  I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed\n  I got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip\n  Was down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead\n\n  I still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did\n  Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none\n  Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one?\n  Why when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?\n  And always wanted to live like this or that one\n\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\n  A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects\n  Living in the slums with bums, I said, \"Now why, Treach\n  Do I have to be like this?\" Mama said I'm priceless\n  So why am I worthless? Starving is just what being nice get\n  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though\n\n  To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago\n  I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack\n  War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (alright)\n  Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?\n  Say something positive? Well, positive ain't where I live\n\n  I live right around the corner from West Hell\n  Two blocks from south shit and once in a jail cell\n  The sun never shone on my side of the street, see\n  And only once or twice a week, I would speak\n  I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home\n\n  I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome\n  Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old\n  And you got more juice than dough for every bottle sold\n  Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way\n  But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play (alright)\n\n  I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now\n  How will I do it? How will I make it? I won't, that's how (that's how)\n  Why me, huh?\n\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)\n  Everything's gonna be alright now (oh-woah)\n  Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, alright)\n\n  My third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead\n  I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said\n  I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the street at night\n  Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife\n  Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now\n\n  I answer that with a \"Fuck you,\" and a bow-wow\n  'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week\n  Than a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete (alright)\n  I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong\n  Since I was born, that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?\n\n  So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand\n  All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn\n  If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet\n  And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?\n  In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot\n\n  Don't worry got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped\n  But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast\n  They teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast\n  But that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards\n  That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard\n\n  If you ain't ever been to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\n  Don't ever come to the ghetto (to the ghetto)\n  'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto (the ghetto)\n  And stay the fuck out of the ghetto (alright)\n  Why me? (Alright)\n  Why me?\n\n  (Alright)\n  (Alright)\n  (Alright)\n"}]