8
MILES
(Eminem)
[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like,
quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight,
why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough
just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on
stage and just kill mics
And show these people what
my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes
I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit
the brake lights
Case of the stage fright,
drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't
my fault
Great then I falls, my insides
crawl
and I clam up {*wham*} I
just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole
manhood's
just been stripped, I have
just been vicked
So I must then get, off
the bus then split
Man fuck this shit; yo,
I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as
I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new
plan
Time for me to just stand
up, and travel new land
Time to really just take
matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks
man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone,
I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I
must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps
I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how
to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks,
tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I
go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the
same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta
move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's
got a new man
Poor little baby sister,
she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV,
buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the
crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big
brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really
goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy
that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin
I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause
I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but
I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step,
don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much
man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and
I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie,
not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the
sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be bitchin
holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm
bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her,
kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me
baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there,
the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you,
the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll
make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to
this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel
it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal
is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin this borderline
of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain
significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never
even see
But it's everything to me,
it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled
or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the
same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned,
havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all
my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's
in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch
time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust
my flow
Where must I go, who must
I know
Or am I just another crab
in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck
with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet,
I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical
who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my
clothes ain't about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin
to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to
travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on
stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but
one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the
city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's
so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm
just bein pulled apart
I'm torn in my limbs, by
each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just
wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a
robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow,
my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle
gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just
overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time
for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time
for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next
time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
or be immature
I got every ingredient,
all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat,
all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's
a surge
Suddenly a new burst of
energy is occured
Time to show these free
world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now,
I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over
the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you
see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
[Chorus] |
HEY
SEXY LADY
(Shaggy)
Intro: Shaggy
Sexy, hot, I love my your
girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let
the ladies know, they got it goin on
Uh! Shaggy!!!
Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold
(Shaggy)
Hey sexy lady, I like your
flow
Your body's bangin, out
of controoooooool!!! (Uh!)
You put it on me (That's
right) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, screamin
back for moooooore!!!
Verse 1: Shaggy
Her body's callin bawlin
got me crawlin up the wall and
My size ain't small it's
tall and catch here comes her clothes be fallin
Her neighbor's callin bawlin
all this noise is so appallin
They must believe we're
brawlin headboards band till early mornin
Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold
(Shaggy)
Hey sexy lady (Uh!!) I like
your flow
Your body's bangin (Yo)
out of controoooooool!!! (A big tune)
You put it on me (Uh!!))
ceiling to floor (Ceiling to floor baby)
Only you can make me (Uh)
screamin back for moooooore!!!
Verse 2: Shaggy
I was her father's choosin,performance
left her snoozin
Rug burns her knees we're
bruised and, she's hooked ain't no refusin
Brian And Tony Gold:
I knew it all along (Uh!)
she was the perfect one (What!!!)
She really put it on (On
me) I had to write a song
Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold
(Shaggy)
Hey sexy lady (She's drivin
me nuts) I like your flow (Uh! Uh!)
Your body's bangin (Sexy
Lady) out of controoooooool!!! (Sweet and nice)
You put it on me (You know
you got that figure) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me (Wow)
screamin back for moooooore!!!
Verse 3: Brian And Tony Gold
Hey sexy lady you be fine
drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on
Hey sexy lady you be fine
drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on
Shaggy (Brian And Tony Gold)
Gal your extra sexy like
(Whoa) and you make me wanna say (Hi)
And you shake you shake
your thong (Low)
Gal you wicked to ras it
nah (Lie)
Gal I like the way how you
(Flow) everytime you pass me (By)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and
(Oh) and you wicked to ras it nah (Lie)
Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold
(Shaggy)
Hey sexy lady (Uh!) I like
your flow (Whaddat)
Your body's bangin, out
of controoooooool!!!
You put it on me (Put it
on me baby) ceiling to floor (Uh!!)
Only you can make me (Only
you) screamin back for moooooore!!!
Outro: Shaggy
Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha
ha. |
ROCK
THE PARTY
(Benzino)
[Intro]
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what
they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's
where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock
[Verse: Benzino]
Checkin' in the closet for
my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit
the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit
the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit
a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying
"Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror 5-0
up on my back it's [sirens] uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking
in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas
don't stop
Pray to God that I don't
have to let the guns pop it's... [gunshot]
Maybe all the ladies wanna
chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'til
there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now
let's see what happens next... yo
[Chorus (2x)]
We gon' throw the party
- rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak
somebody
Then leave the party to
the after party y'all... (ohh)
[Verse: Benzino]
Lookin' at the shorty wit
the Frankie B. Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly
belly ring
Butter leather boots with
the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when
she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then
we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin'
record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause
you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like
they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit
a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami
bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it
to the back
Up in the coat room where
you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse: Benzino]
5 in the morning more drinks
at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami
get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls
riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow
us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city
wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had
to dip up in the stash (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty
got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody
gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin'
like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking
bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my Jacob it's
about that time
Suns comin' up bout to close
the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost
everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit
Courvoisier, yo
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (2x)]
What is a party if it don't
rock?
We just gon' proceed to
make it hot
A Yellow City party no it
don't stop
We gon' rock...
C'MON!!
[Chorus (to fade)] |
I
MISS YOU (Remix)
(Aaliyah
& Jay-Z)
[Intro: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)]
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to
you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's
missing you
Rashad is missing you your
mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you
Dame is missing you damn we missing you...WOO!!!
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)]
All we listen to is all
the different yous
Four page letters in addition
to
Have you ever loved somebody
used to get the party poppin
We used to party alot, we
used to be in the Hampton's partied alot
We was The Breakfast Club
you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special
names for the food we ate
Remember cerial pie one
of your favorite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you
he's doin well
Due to the circumstances,
it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell
you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you
know what
[Chorus: Jay-Z(Aaliyah)]
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit
is missing you
New Orleans missing you
Philly's missing you
(It's been too long and
I'm lost without you)
Your uncle's missing you
your families missing you
Your fans is missing you
the galleries missing you
Damn we missing you
(It's been too long and
I'm lost without you)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)]
Now Star is mad I won't
grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause
he dissed you
Can you believe the nerve
of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't
bring in the pistols
But he got issues enough
of that lame
I never seen pain like your
parents pain
But I know God protecting
you
You used to read Seed Of
The soul I know God perfecting you
All the estrogen the darker
texture you are the more intellectual
You are so professional
our little purple star
Too good for earth you are
(I miss you)
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)]
Houston's missng you L.A.'s
missing you
DC's missing you Chicago's
missing you
(It's been too long and
I'm lost without you)
Kidada's missing you Shock
is missing you
Colleen is missing you Tiny
is missing you
(It's been too long and
I'm lost without you)
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
By the way, Big we missing
you Pac we missing you
We feel your presence just
not in the physical
All across the world, blocks
is miserable
Y'all left a void it's alot
of little yous
But they not original and
they not identical
They just studied your flows
and they watched your interviews
That's when hip hop if it's
not ten of you
Then it gotta be more, y'all
left your paws
Footprints on the game hood
ain't been the same
Feeling ain't been in music
hooks ain't been the same
But I'm doing what I can
man and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see
New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing
they use your name in vein
But I guess that's the issue
And it proves how much,
niggas really miss you
[Outro: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)]
Pun we missing you Big L
we missing you
Left Eye we missing you
Jay we missing you
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah,
Scott La Rock, the list goes on........
The world is missing you
the hood is missing you
(Wondering if your the same
and who's been with you)
Nah mean, miss y'all (I
miss you)
This goes, to the memory
of all our fallen soldiers
Soldiers and soldgettes
all across the world (I miss you)
We gon' hold y'all down,
y'all live in our memories forever
We never gon' let y'all
go
[Aaliyah (Jay-Z):]
I, can't, breathe, no, more
(We not remembering y'all death though!)
Since you went away (We
celebrating your life)
I dont really feel like
talkin, don't wanna hear you love me (Nah mean!)
Baby (Yes!) do you understand
me (Yes!)
I can't do a thing without
you (Damn we missing you)
Wondering if your the same
and who's been with you, I miss you
Wondering if your the same
and who's been with you, I miss you. |
