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8 Million Stories
作詞:Stephen Rolfe Breck, Danny Harris, Kurt Walker, William Waring
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
There are 8 million stories in the naked city Some ice cold and told without pity About the mean streets and the ghetto culture The pimps, the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark And all the things you hear about Central Park You got to be down, you got to have strength If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well, it ain't no thing when blood is spilled The emergency ward is capacity filled And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story for every day Told a thousand different ways That's how it is and that's how it goes The city with the 8 and six big O's
New York, you know this is a crazy city, man Word, skyscrapers, everything And you just never know who you might meet in this town Yo, dig on my home boys Run DMC
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight Her parents all thought it was the food she ate Their attitudes were all la de da de But little did they know there's a baby in the body
She tried to hide it but they'll soon know Because sooner or later that baby's got to show Can her Daddy just accept that as a fact That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?
Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki The girl is fine but sho'nuff tricky Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue Because Vicki is gone and your money is too She's more sinister than Peter Lorre And this is just two of 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Fresh kid and the stories complete Born on a dim lit ghetto street Father unknown, mother astray He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry Spent all his time just counting his bank Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long Been the subject of a ghetto song Poor kids admire, ladies desire They say water can't put out this fire
Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night And you could measure or even treasure The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
Peruvian rock never cut with speed And he gets skied until his nose would bleed And that was just one weakness, I must admit Is that when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day When the crazy thing happened along the way You know he started to base at a hell of a pace And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his breath With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest But then he tried to stop but it never worked And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Just to break it all down, you know he's not very slick Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife And basing cocaine made him lose his life
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away In a blaze of glory in his own territory 8 million sad but all real stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
[Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Get down to the funky sound Get down to the funky sound Get down to the funky sound, get down, d-d-down
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