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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Naughty by Nature]Everything Is Gonna Be Alright |
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[Intro] Smooth it out Àß µé¾îºÁ This is a story about the drifter À̰ÍÀº ¶°µ¹ÀÌ¿¡ °üÇÑ À̾߱â¾ß Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown ¾î´À ¸¶À»¿¡¼ ÃÖ°íÀÇ ÀÏÀ» À§ÇØ ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ ÀÏÀ» °ßµ®³Â´ø Who never planned on havin' so dick ¿ë±â¸¦ ³»´Â °èȹÀ» ¼¼¿ìÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´ø Why me, huh? ¿Ö ³ªÁö, ÀÀ? [Chorus] Everything's gonna be alright (alright) ¸ðµÎ´Ù ±¦Âú¾ÆÁú°Å¾ß (Áú°Å¾ß) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) ¸ðµÎ´Ù ±¦Âú¾ÆÁú°Å¾ß (Áú°Å¾ß) Everything's gonna be alright now (alright) ÀÌÁ¦ ¸ðµÎ´Ù ±¦Âú¾ÆÁú°Å¾ß (Áú°Å¾ß) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) ¸ðµÎ´Ù ±¦Âú¾ÆÁú°Å¾ß (Áú°Å¾ß) [Verse 1] Some get a little and some get none ¸î¸îÀº ¾à°£À» ¾ò°í ¸î¸îÀº ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¸ø ¾òÁö Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done ¸î¸îÀº ³ª»Û ÀÏÀ» ´çÇÏ°í ¸î¸îÀº ±×µéÀÇ ÀÏÀ» ´Ù ³¡³»Áö ¸øÇÏ°í ¶°³ªÁö I was one who never had and always mad ³ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ °¡ÁöÁö ¸øÇÏ°í ¾ðÁ¦³ª ȳªÀÖ´ø »ç¶÷À̾ú¾î Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag ³» ¾Æºüµµ ¸ð¸£°í, ¾ö¸¶´Â ¹Ù¶÷À» ÇÇ·¯ ´Ù³æÁö Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up ³»°¡ ±âȸ¸¦ ¾ò¾úÀ» ¶§¸¶´Ù, źâÀ» ³Ö¾î Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups ³Ê¹«³ª ¸¹Àº °µµµé, ±×µéÀº µþ²ÚÁúÇϵíÀÌ ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ ´ç°Ü I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed ³ Á÷¾÷À» ¾òÁö ¸øÇß¾î, ºÒ·®½º·± ¸Ó¸® ¶§¹®À̾úÁö My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out ¿ì¸® ¾ö¸¸ ¿ì¸® ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ¸Ô¿©»ì¸®Áö ¸øÇØ, ³ª¸¦ ÂѾƳ¾î I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? ³ ¹ã¹«´ë¸¦ ÀüÀüÇßÁö, ´©°¡ È÷Æ®¸¦ ¿øÇÏÁö? They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent ±×µéÀº ºü¸£°Ô °ø°ÝÇØ, ³ ¸Ô¾î¾ß ÇØ, ÀÌ µ·Àº ¾ò´Â ´ë·Î ¾²°Ú¾î I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough ³ ¹«´ý¿¡ °¥ ¿î¸í, µ·À» ÃæºÐÈ÷ ¹úÁö ¸øÇß¾î I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ÀÚ¸£·Á°í µ·¿¡´Â ¾ÆÁÖ ÁýÂøÀ» Çß¾î I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed ³ ºñ¿ôÀ½ ´çÇϰí, °ø°Ý´çÇϰí, ¿åÀ» ¸Ô¾úÁö I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Ȱ¡ ³µ¾ú¾î, ³ª¿¡°Õ Tec°ú ¹Ù³ª³ª Ŭ¸³ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead ³ª¸¦ °¡Áö°í ³ë´Â ¸ÛûÀ̵鿡°Ô´Â ¾ðÁ¦³ª ÇÑ ¹æ ¸Ô¿©ÁÖ¾úÁö I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ³»°Õ µ·ÀÌ ¾ø¾î, ¸¸¾à ÀÖ¾ú´Ù¸é ÁÁ¾ÒÀ» ÅÙµ¥ Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none ³»°Ô ¿Â ºÒ¿îÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ú´Ù¸é, ³ ÀÌ·¸Áö ¾Ê¾ÒÀ» °Å¾ß Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one ¿Ö ³»°¡ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ³ª»Û »îÀ» »ì¾Æ¾ß ÇßÀ»±î Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one ³»°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» ¶§ ³î´ø ±â¾ïÀº ¿Ö ¸ðµÎ ½½Ç ±â¾ïÀϱî And always wanted to live like just a fat one ¾ðÁ¦³ª ¶×¶×ÇÑ ¾ÆÀÌó·³ »ì°í ½Í¾ú¾î [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects °ÔÅäÀÇ °³ÀÚ½Ä, ÇϳªÀÇ ÀÓ¹«¸¦ ¶ç°í ž Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them °ÅÁöµé°ú ºó¹Î±¼¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ, ³ ¾É¾Æ¼ ±×µéÀ» ÃÄ´Ùº¸Áö Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless ¿Ö ÀÌ·¡¾ß ÇÏ´Â °ÅÁö? ¾ö¸¶´Â ³ª¸¦ °ªÀ¸·Î µûÁú ¼ö ¾ø´Ù´Â µ¥ So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid ³ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ °¡Ä¡¾ø°í, ±¾ÁÖ¸° »ç¶÷, ÂøÇÑ ¾ÆÀ̰¡ µÇ±â À§ÇØ Ä¡·é °ªÀÌ¾ß Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though ÇÏÁö¸¸ °¡²û ³ ±ÇÃÑÀ» »ì µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸é ÇØ Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago Áö¿Á ÀüÀÇ ¸¶Áö¸· Á¤°ÅÀå, Á¶±Ý Àü¿¡ ¸ðµÎ ³¡³¾ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú¾î I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack ³»°Õ °ËÀº ¸ðÀÚ¿Í Ä§³¶ ¹Û¿¡ ¾ø¾î Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack ºí·¢Àè ¶§¹®¿¡ ³×¹øÀ̳ª µµµÏÁúÀ» ÇßÁö Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? µÆ¾î, ±×·¡ ³»°¡ ·¦ÇÏ°í ¹«¾ð°¡ ÁÖ±æ ¹Ù·¡ Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived ±àÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ¸»Ç϶ó°í? ³ ±àÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î »ìÁö ¸øÇß¾î I lived right around a corner from west hell ³ ¼ÂÊ Áö¿Á ±Ùó¿¡¼ »ì¾Ò´Â °É Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell ³²ÂÊ¿¡¼ µÎ ºí·°, °¨¿Á¹æÀ̾úÁö The sun never shone on my side of the street, see ³»°¡ »ì´ø °Å¸®¿¡¼± ÇÞºûÀÌ ºñÄ¡Áú ¾Ê¾Ò¾î And only once or twice a week I would speak ÀÏÁÖÀÏ¿¡ ÇÑ µÎ¹ø¸¸, ³ ¸»À» ÇßÁö I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home ³ Ȧ·Î °É¾ú¾î, ³ªÀÇ ¸¶À½Àº ÁýÀ» ÇâÇØ ÀÖ¾ú¾î I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome ¿©ÀÚÄ£±¸¸¦ »ç±Ð ¼ö ¾ø¾ú¾î, ±×µéÀº ¾ÆÀ̸¦ ¿øÇ߰ŵç Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old ¸î¸î »îÀº, ±Ý Àå½Å±¸¸¦ ¾²Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é ³Í ³°Àº °Å¾ß And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold ±×¸®°í ³Í ¸ÚÀïÀ̺¸´Ù ´õ ¸¹Àº °ÍÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖ¾î Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way Àý´ë ¾Æ³Ä, ´õ ³ªÀº ¹æ¹ýÀÌ ÀÖÀ»°Å¶ó »ý°¢ÇØ But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play ÇÏÁö¸¸ À̺Á, Àý´ë ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â µµ¹Ú µûÀ§´Â ÇÏÁö¸¶ I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now ³ õõÈ÷ Ç÷ο츦 ÇÏ¸é¼ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¹«¾ùÀ» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸ð¸£°í ÀÖ¾î How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÏÁö, ¾î¶»°Ô ¼º°øÇÏÁö? ³ ±×·¯Áö ¸øÇØ, ´ë´äÀº ±×°Å¾ß Why me, huh? ¿Ö ³ª¾ß, ÀÀ? [Chorus] My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead ¾î¸¥ÀÌ µÈÁö 3³â, ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ³ª´Â ¸ÛûÀÌ I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said Â÷¶ó¸® Á×´Â °Ô ¾Æ³ª, Çã, ÀÌ¿ôÁý¿¡¼ ±×·¨Áö I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night ³ Ä«µå³îÀ̸¦ ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÁö¸¸ ½Î¿ì°í, ¹ã¿¡ °Å¸®¸¦ ¹àÈ÷°í Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe Freddyó·³ ´Üµµ¸¦ µé°í ¼û¹Ù²ÀÁúÀ» ÇÏÁö Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now ¸î¸îÀº ³»°¡ Àß³ª°£´Ù°í ÇÏÁö, ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁö´Ù°í I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow? ³ ±â¼úÀ» ½á¼ ´ë´äÇØ, ´©°¡ ¸Û¸Û°Å¸®°í ½Í¾îÇØ? 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week ³ Áö³ÁÖ¿¡ ÄÜÅ©¸®Æ® À§¿¡ X(--;)À§¿¡ ³Ñ¾îÁø °Íº¸´Ù Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete ´õ ½ÉÇÑ ÀÏÀ» °Þ¾ú±â ¶§¹®¿¡ I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong ³ ÁöÃÆ¾ú¾î, ¼¼»óÀÌ ³¡³ °Íó·³, ³ À߸øµÇ¾ú¾î Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song? ³»°¡ žÀ» ¶§ºÎÅÍ ±×·± »îÀ̾ú¾î, ¿À ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ ¸ð¸¥´Ù°í? So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand ±×·¯´Ï ÀèÀ̶ó°í ÇÏÁö ¸»°í, ÀÌÇØÇÑ´Ù°í ÇÏÁö¸¶ All that man to man talk just hot damn ³²ÀÚ ´ë ³²ÀÚ À̾߱â¶ó´Â °Ç ¸ðµÎ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¾ê±â If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet ¸¸¾à »ìÁö ¸øÇÑ´Ù¸é ³Í ´À³¢Áö ¸øÇØ, ±×·¯´Ï Á׿©, ½ºÅ³·Î And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? ±×¸®°í µµ¿òÀÌ µÇÁö ¾ÊÀ» °Å¶õ ¸»µé, ÀÌÁ¨ µµ¿òÀÌ µÉ±î? And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot ¿©±â µ¿³×´Â ¸¶Ä¡ ³»°¡ ÃÑ ¸ÂÀº °Íó·³ ¶³¾îÁ³¾î Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped °ÆÁ¤¸¶, ³ BobÀ» ¶§·Á, °ÅÄ£ ¹Ù¶÷, ±×ÀÇ ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ´Â ¶³¾îÁ® But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ¿Õµû¶ó°í À̸§ÀÌ ºÙ¿©Áø »ç¶÷ÀÌ¾ß They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast ±×µéÀº Çб³¸¦ ¹Ù²ã, ³ ±×º¸´Ù ¿À·¡ °ßµ®³¾ º¯Á¾ÀÌ¾ß But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´Ù ±¦Âú¾Æ, µÚ·Î ±×µéÀ» ÈÄ·ÁÃÄ That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard °ÔÅäÀÇ °³ÀÚ½ÄÀ» °¡Áö°í ³î¸é ±×·± ¹úÀ» ¹Þ´Â °Å¾ß [Outro] If you ain't ever been to the ghetto °ÔÅä¿¡ ¿Íº¸Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾ú´Ù¸é Don't ever come to the ghetto Àý´ë·Î °ÔÅä·Î ¿ÀÁö¸¶ 'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto ³×°¡ °ÔÅ並 ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇÑ´Ù¸é And stay the fuck out of the ghetto °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¶³¾îÁ®ÀÖ¾î Why me? ¿Ö ³ªÁö? (alright) (ÁÁ¾Æ) |
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