Mark Isham [감독, 씬디사이저, 작곡, 트럼펫, 프로듀서]

They make me sick
I know I feel you
That's why we got to stick together
Yep, yep, yep
*laughs
I know it!

*You make sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this
Driving me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enought of it
You got me going again
Baby you got me going again
You make sick

We was on our way home on the freeway
In the six double O bumpin' Isley
He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy
Guess he had a little too much Hennesy
He told me that he wanna go home
With me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him go I don't really know though

He got closer to me
He started getting deep
He had me in a zone
When he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Helluva a cool but you man had the same
The way he licked his lips
And touched my hips I knew that he was slick

* Repeat

So hot in my six now
So hot, had to roll all the windows down
Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now
Wondering should I really take it there now?
He told me you would make it worth it
But thinking how many times have I heard this
Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous
All his slick ass lines were kind of working

I felt my knees get weak
But he was calling me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was two or three
I had to get out the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
He was too smooth to be screaming my name
And even though we made the best of it
I still told him this

* Repeat

Hmm...yeah

* Repeat (2x)

I want you and I hate it
Hot when you touch the tip
I'm feeling it
I gotta get a grip of this
Driving me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't no, no, no, no
Oh, you make sick
I want you and I'm hating it

(Mannie Fresh)
"True Story.. Fa shoooe-zy."

(Mannie Fresh (Verse 1))
Who rock *shit* that you never seen befo'?
The Jordans go to me, then Mike, then the sto'.
Two-way beepers.. with built in speakers.
Three inch woofers.. one inch tweeters.
The one and only.. Mac-like-roni,
Shive-like-Rob, *bitch* and Pretty-like-Tony,
Trucks.. big leather rotatin' beds.
((MEOWW!)) Siberian tiger spreads.
They call me "Emmit" cause I only ride twenty two's,
Emmit Smith, number "22".. Get it dude?
Smoke so much, body smell like... weed.
If I got cut Cristal is what I'd bleed.
Got money? Then *bitch* come early.
Got a Benz, come out in 2030.
Cartier frames that make me look nerdy...
Now who's the baller now WHARDIE???

(Lac (Chorus 2x))
Go-on hate me.. You can't break me.
Used'to ride new *shit*, but not none lately.
Wha'sup *nigga?* Still ride old schools?
'84 Cutlass with the European lights fool.

(Baby (Verse 2))
Give me a "dove", and watch how I flip the *bitch*..
One, two, three, four, five slick.
Uno.. dos'e... Bentley's and Rover's,
Jag's, Hummer's, Rag's... it's over!
Put the kit up, *nigga*, let's break it down.
Hit the curb, bust the tires, I'm *fucked* up now.
Whip my wheel.. twenty inches.
Catch my thrills.. I been pimpin.
Look, I ice my life.. *Fuck* what's right!
Twenty on the four-wheel.. fit it tight.
Do..nuts...in a truck.
Corvette lights.. on a pickup.
Baby girl on the bus.... jump off!
Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break off!
Bentleys on Gold D's...
*Niggas* say I'm trippin' but ya'll *niggas* gon' let me be me.
Whodi! Let me live this life..
Whodi! I done earned my stripes..
I'm Gold'ie! I'm a pimp for life..
I'm Platinum! Let me shoot the dice..

(Lac (Chorus 2x))

(Stone (Verse 3)) Look...
I push a kitted, tinted Lex. Steering wheel on the right.
Bubble-eye, eggshell, with the extra pipes.
Rich *nigga*, I got money to buy extra life.
Now I'm mind'ed to be in hell to try to make me trife.
So it's my life to live with three strikes on me?
With a .4-5 in my six to keep the lights off me.
Like I'm a seven-figure *nigga* draped ice, homie.
And for eight or nine years, Ten been the price for a key..

(Verse Four: Lac)
I got some *shit*.. Why not stunt?
This is much bigger then broke *niggas* with gold fronts,
Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz..
Got quarters on my trucks, and a hatch full'uh Punch.
Got a Bentley and a Jag, *nigga*...
With some twenty-inch Mag, *nigga*...
License plate say "Bad *Nigga*"..
Got a new bike, chromed and stretched.
Got a 50 for my son that I love to death...

(Lac (Chorus 4x))

*I can't travel my block
And I can't have no picnics
The sun don't shine
But still it's hot
And you tellin' me "Stop trippin'"
When you walk outside
You see the view
But the world gets
So so beautiful,
Forgot my pretty lie
My pretty lie
My pretty lie
Shots fired on 17th I know
Some guy it ain't surprisin'
I'm thinkin' of ways when I
Can change my environment
And I work two jobs every day,
Eh yeah eh
It seems like the struggle
Just ain't worth my pain
So onto the next little hustle
May take in my name clean
For my peeps to
Stay outta trouble
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?

*Repeat

Every night and
I think of everyday
What that brother Marvin
Used to say to me
And I tell me if
I had one wish
It would be just this
That when I turn
The TV off at night
I can kiss your fine eyes

*Repeat

Now they tell me a lot of things
They say I'm supposed to
Be a little more grateful
But I know the story's just
Like Cain and Abel uh uh oh
And to me it don't seem different
I'm not changed
You dreamt of changing
And you change my ways

*Repeat

Didn't I hear you cry this mornin
didn't I feel you weep
Teardrops falling down on me
Like rivers in my sleep

In my dream of laughter
You came creeping with your tears
Telling me your sorrow
In the trace ends of your tears

That's a strange way to tell me you love me
When your sorrow is all I can see
If you just want to cry to somebody
Don't cry to me
No don't cry to me

Didn't I hear your voice this morning
Didn't you call my name
I heard you whisper softly
But the words were never plain
And in your dream of darkness
I came shinin like a sun
Waiting for the laughter
But the last I never caught
(Repeat Chorus)

Didn't you feel alone this mornin
didn't you need a friend
And in your darkest hour
You came runnin back again

In my dream of laughter
You came creeping with your tears
Telling me your sorrow
In the trace end of your tears

That's a strange way to tell me you love me
When your sorrow is all I can see
If you just want to cry to somebody
== 1: ==
D F#m Em A
you are the woman that I've always dreamed of
D F#m Em A
I knew it from the start
D F#m
I saw your face and that's the
Em A D F#m Em D
last I've seen of my heart


G D A
it's not so much the things you say to me
G D A
it's not the things you do
G D Em
it's how I feel each time you're close to me
A
that keeps me close to you, woh oh


== 1 ==

G D A
it's not so much your pretty face I see
G D A
it's not the clothes you wear
G D Em
it's more that special way you look at me
A
that always keeps me there, woh oh woh


== 1 ==

== Guitar solo ==

A
it's hard tootell you all the love I'm feelin'
D A G
that's just not my style
A
you got a way of send my senses rellin'
D A Em A
every time you smile, woh

== 1 ==

I saw your face and that's the
last I've seen of my heart

of my heart
oh oh of my heart

I put it down for the LBC
I put it down for a place called queens
You know I represent the 2-1-3
I hold it down for the big city
I keep it gangsta for all my young g's
all the p y t's with they own car keys
I put it down for all the ladies
ladies ladies ladies
its all about you
skin it back
ali baba
lucy pearl
all of the world
we gonna dance to dis one fo' sho

I tried to look the other way
but then you'd pass me by
I saw you holding q-tips hand and girl I damn near died
the way you hold that cosmo
just fits you to a tee
but I just wish that you were sitting right next to me
I wonder what was on god's mind
the day that he made you
I know he wrote a new commandment after he was through
but everytime I see you
I find something new
but I just gotta have you
I really want you

chorus: I just gotta have you
I really want you
I just gotta have you

me and nephew snoop was eating at the serving spoon
my partner skin it back was sitting with us too
and all of a sudden your body was inside
I couldn't finish breakfast
now something just aint right
now snoop is looking like ' what the hell is wrong with you"
I said 'i know you understand you've been through a few
but this one was special - special to me
is it just my imagination
killing me

all I ever want is you
I just gotta have you
now I really want is you
you (all I really want)

I cant fake it no more
I cant take it no more
I need you in my life for sure
my wife for sure
no turning back
its on and crackin
pure satisfaction
now that's what's haps

I appropriate game
u know my name
abstract hits
and the bad times split
a man need a lady no matter the kind
a diamond shinin' like you
u know its hard to find

time brings change
and change bring's time
my nephew wants you cuz u so fine

a woman choose a man
that's a real motif
make your choice
cuz me and ray
we never have beef
me and snoop we go hard
real macaronis
why u think that we want to have the ceremony
snoop dogg

is something special bout you baby boo
I need to know rite here rite now
what you really want to do

you
all I really want is you
youuuuu
all I really want is you
ohhh I youuuu
all I really want is you
(till fade......)

Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doin' that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak

Dark is the night, I can weather the storm.
Never say die, I've been down this road before.
I'll never quit, I'll never lay down.
See, I've promised myself that I'd never let me down, so,

I'll never give up, never give in.
Never let a ray of doubt slip in.
And if I fall, I'll never faint,
I'll just get up and try again.
Never lose hope, never lose faith,
There's much too much at stake,
Upon myself I must depend.
I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.

No stopping now, there's still a ways to go.
Ohh, someway, somehow.
Whatever it takes, I know,
I'll never quit, no, no.
I'll never go down.
I'll make sure they remember my name.
A hundred years from now.

I'll never give up, never give in.
Never let a ray of doubt slip in.
And if I fall, I'll never faint,
I'll just get up and try again.
Never lose hope, never lose faith,
There's much too much at stake,
Upon myself I must depend.
I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.

When it's all said and done,
My once in a lifetime won back again.
Now is the time, to take a stand.
Here is my chance, that's why,

I'll never give up, never give in.
Never let a ray of doubt slip in.
And if I fall, I'll never faint,
I'll just get up and try again.
Never lose hope, never lose faith,
There's much too much at stake,
Upon myself I must depend.
I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.

I'm gonna win.

Yo Bent, let's get to the club man

[Hook]
R-O-C, if this is what ya want
Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up
My dudes, my dimes then this is what cha' get
All playa, makin' paper, breakin' haters represent
So So, let's go, the D to the EF
Now put cha' hands up high and keep em' up
Let's drink and smoke and tear the party up
Now put cha' hands up again and tell me who ya love

[Verse 1]
Clothes, cash, cars, glass
Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj
22 wenches are so often witches
A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz's
Flows is endless, dough tremendous
No one comprehends is the way I pen this
All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's
Came to get the club doors off the hinges
Wired right now, turn these lights down
The DJ booth's on fire right now
Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down
Half grape juice, half papaya right now
All my ladies, let's be swayzie
My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes
So let's just say we, hit 280
And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
All of the women in the club
Who love feelin' the villains and thugs
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
Maybe I will
But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still
I tear they brain up with hella game
Numb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a game
The best that has ever came
Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything
It's still the same, reala game, illa chain
Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang
But now it's just an overseas villa thang
I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Like this, like that, and like this and uh
My machine gun funks like Christopher
Now let me see y'all jump, bounce, get up
Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up
I'm so lit up
Used to have love fuckin' girls in my heart but my chain froze it up
You know what's up, 9-7 grid
I come through in a crooked letter UV
Dippin' missin' competitions
Only wishin' for the mortician
6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce)
Manuscriptin' my intuition (Bounce)
Shine and glitzin' my mind is missin'
But any beat chu' find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh)
And ain't no substitute
I'm a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
Say (PICK ME ROC!)
All of my mommies in the party, movin' they body
When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!)
Then show me ya thong, and it's on
Come on all my ladies sing along

[Hook]

C'mon c'mon yeah~ c'mon yeah~
oh oh oh oh oh~ c'mon yeah~ oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
See don't be trippin'
when you see us in the club,
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
Cuz round here if you slip you catch a hot on
Twelve shotgun, couple of 'em got one
Belvedere in the rear of the club,
pulled up on dubs
And we bout 2 go and buy the bar up,
SO SO, 4 sure
We ain't playin', hang with no lames,
if you bumpin' say it....
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
All the girlz in the club in their best outfit,
just showin' that skin
Tryin' 2 make a ni wanna spit,
where you been girl?
You and your friend need 2 come 2 the back
Where we got it locked down at,
in your white t-shirt, or a 3 piece suit
Don't matter what you wear,
all that matters is who you with
Some jiggy and some straight grinding,
all up in the club trying 2 have a good time.
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me hear you say
Somebody show me where the party at dirty,
somewhere where it's crackin' right around 130
Never get stuck 2 early,
comin' as is (hey) do-rags and tims
I'm rollin' fast in (hey),
this little Jag and Benz, with the rolls,
not the one with the stem
The one with the rims, the one that seem
2 make more enimies then friends
I'm slidin' in pass those (hoes)
Both eyes close, both arms froze,
both charms rolls, with the S O S O D E dot F
Buyin' bottles bottles,
until there ain't none left
I'm QUICK 2 go left, I blaze with no ref,
I Jams mo than Def baby show me the club.
I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at?
(Come on ya'll), I'm a mix it with the Chris
Baby what's wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right splifted
2 way a nigga do a nigga like you miss me.
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
The party's way around
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
Left side just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Everybody put your hands up, throw 'em
When the beat come back around,
everybody do it again.
Do the east side run this mutha 4 ya (hell yeah)
Do my south side run this mutha 4 ya (hell yeah)
And them haters ain't hittin' on, ain't talkin' bout,
and they look like....
if the parties where you're at, let me hear you say

Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up
Come along and take a hit from the bong

Put the blunt down just for a second
Don’t get me wrong it’s not a new method

Inhale, exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail

I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double barrel bong is gettin’ me stoned

Home skillet
There’s water inside don’t spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet still it

Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, funky, smelly green shit

Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong

Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a

Let’s smoke that bowl
Hit the bong and then take that finger off of that hole

Plug it, unplug it, don’t strain
I love you Mary Jane

She never complains when I hit Mary
With that flame I light up the cherry

She’s so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen

Don’t get me stirred
Up the smoke through the bubbling water’s makin’ it pure

So I got to take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong I get the bowl and I reload it

Get my four footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong

Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit
Hits from the bong
Can I get a hit

I'm everything, you never wanted
Why does it mean so much to you
I'm walking away
Not begging you to please let me stay

You wanna take a picture
So you'll remember
Me standing by this open door
Does it make it better
If you tell yourself I never wanted to go

Should I say that we should still be friends
Should I cry or should I just pretend
That it's killing me, and I don't want you to leave
Should I make you think I suffer
......when it doesn't matter

You try to figure out
Why I said nothing
When you told me that it's over now
What are you believing
That my smile is only here to hide the pain

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I'm tired, of unhappy ever after endings
I'm tired, of make believe hero's
I'm tired, of taking back what I have given
And i'm tired, of waking up here

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Come with me, come with me
And we shall run across the sky
Illuminate the night
Oh, I will try and guide you
To better times and brighter days
Don't be afraid to go...

Chorus:
Up the ladder to the roof
Where we can see heaven much better
Up the ladder to the roof
We can be closer to heaven


Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me
And we shall let expression ring
Hear freedom in our singin'
Whoa, memories of broken dreams
Don't you know, don't you know
They'll all fade away
If you go...


Chorus


Relax, I'll tell you the story of love
How it is, the happiness in it baby
We'll combine our thoughts and together we'll travel
To the fountain of loveliness
I will never never ever leave you alone to wander honey
If you go along our love is gonna grow much stronger, so much stronger
Don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go...


Chorus


Whoa, up the, up the, up the, up the ladder to heaven
Come on and go up the ladder to heaven
Come on and go up the ladder to heaven

When all the worlds are lost in snow
I have to move this meaning through;
Disperse the force so far engendered
All near the steam and summer view
And then... remain.

Where steeples crash in fire and thunder,
Where sheets of steel obscure the land,
Where word and sense are torn asunder:
Here was the place I chose to stand.
Just when I think I'm going under,
I... remain.

Well all the waves of spin are foaming,
And fake muezzin steam and brew,
Formed in the fire of all their longings(?)
This is the way I took it through,
Just when I think I'm going under.
This is the way I thought it through;
This is the way I took it under...

Now dis one dedicated to the girls
Dem wid di angel face and the devil heart
Yuh no say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus an youth called Pliers
Come to deal with your case
Step up my youth - Hear dis!

I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
If I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know (but)

Murder she wrote (fi real fi real)
Murder she wrote [3X]

Watch ya now, it name
A pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
A pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can't hold Chaka
Seh gal yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just act too flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when yuh find yuh mistake
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

Have her (cruise?) di corner where she jooks an where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an every money man
Me talk about coolie chiney, White Man and Indian
Di wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon

Now when yuh heard about this girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose (But)
If I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know (but)

Murder she wrote (Murderation man)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote (Na na na)
Murder she wrote

Watch yuh now stand still
Yuh no pay me light bill
If yuh tes di ragamuffin
Gal ya gwan get kill
Gal keep 'way
Caw yuh a crebbie crebbie
An di limits of me talk of if a DJ
Gal come out
Becaw yuh nuh shockout
Now when yuh hear di ragamuffin
Yuh haffi jump and shout
Now touch me gate
Yuh nuh pay mi water rate
Becaw great is great, yuh cyaan underate (Follow me!)

Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka

Seh girl yuh pretty
Yuh face is pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just a have to
Flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom Dick,
An also Harry
An when yuh find yuh mistake
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry
Sorry, sorry

Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood I move like a rat Talk like a cat Sting like a bee Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, Yeah, I'm your toy, your twentieth century boy Friends says it's fine Friends says it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood Fly like a plane Drive like a car Hold out your hand Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, Yeah, I'm your boy, your twentieth century toy 난Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n' roll I move like a cat Talk like a rat Sting like a bee Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me Yeah, I'm your toy, your twentieth century boy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always,
'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday

I'm going down to the river
I'm going top take me a rocking chair
And if the blues don't leave me, I rock on away from here

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always,
'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday

Trouble in mind, that's true
I have almost lost my mind
Life ain't worth living, I feel like I could die

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
My poor heart is healing slow
I've never had such trouble in my whole life before

I'm gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line
And let that 2:19 special ease my troubled mind

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always
Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday