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1:57 | ||||
from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
I'm a punk rock prom queen
Brown paper magazine Hotter than you've ever seen Everywhere and in between I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride Don't ya wanna come inside A five-star triple-threat Hardest of the hard to get No one's little red corvette Ain't seen nothing like me yet But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Cause you can't see that I'm the one I'm your late-night head rush Ace-high royal flush Red velvet orange crush You just don't impress me much A glossy double-cover spread Opened up inside your head A black-cherry paradise Half the sugar twice the spice I don't wanna treat you nice Come on baby roll the dice But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one It took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one |
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3:40 | ||||
from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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1:39 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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4:10 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Did you come down to give me
Or take me away I had so many things to tell you But now I don't have much to say This feeling like we're hiding out Is getting in the way Let's quit the town just look around There's nothing here to keep us alive If they try to run us down You know I'm on your side And I want you to be my alibi So they won't find me And they won't find you And we may tell lies But we may be true Did you come down to take me Or give me away I had so many things to ask you Now you don't have much to say And these alchoholic afternoons Are getting in the way Let's quit the town just look around There's nothing here to keep us alive If they try to run us down You know I'm on your side And I want you to be my alibi So they won't find me And they won't find you And we may tell lies But we may be true I want to be your alibi Till the day we die |
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1:16 | ||||
from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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5:20 | ||||
from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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4:08 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
i learned the truth at seventeen
love was meant for beauty queens and high school girls with clear skin smiles who married young and then retired the valentines are never new the friday night charades of youth were spent on one more beautiful at seventeen i learned the truth those of us with ravaged faces lacking in the social graces desperately remained at home inventing lovers on the phone who call to say come dance with me and murmur vague obscenities it isn't all it seems at seventeen a brown eyed girl in hand me downs who's name i never could pronounce said pretty please to the ones who serve they only get what they deserve and the rich relation hometown queen she marries into what she needs with a guarantee of company and a haven for the elderly remember those who win the game lose the love they saw to gain indebentures of quality and dubious integrity the small town eyes will gape at you and act surprised when payment due exceeds accounts received at seventeen to those of us who know the pain a valentines that never came and those who's names where never called when choosing sides for basketball it was long ago and far away the world was younger than today and dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling girls like me we all play the game when we dare to cheat ourselves that's all a tear inventing lovers on the phone repenting other lives unknown that call and say come dance with me and they murmur vague obscenities ugly girls like me at seventeen |
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0:55 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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1:47 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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3:40 | ||||
from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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1:58 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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1:46 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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1:59 | ||||
from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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3:12 | ||||
from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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3:46 | ||||
from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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4:26 | ||||
from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel Now I stand here waiting I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do |
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3:24 | ||||
from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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1:59 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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0:58 | ||||
from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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1:11 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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2:57 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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2:04 | ||||
from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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4:13 | ||||
from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(featuring Youngn' Restless)
Its the illness going on Yo Shatek hit me Y-Young Youngn' Restless Joe Crack Strong Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X Hold UP! [Chorus] Boy, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave Man, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave [Verse 1] Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see another brother succeed So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on both hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dog I came here to prove your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I learned to survive through the hatred and lies That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-X, T.S Ya heard me? Youngn' Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to fear us One false move and get paw-pierced up Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood You wish us to hell 'cause we too real Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for y'all And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the city is mine And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) [Chorus] |
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0:59 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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3:03 | ||||
from Alien 4 : Resurrection (에이리언 4) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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1:44 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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2:16 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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1:22 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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1:40 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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1:36 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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1:18 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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3:14 | ||||
from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
I don't want to be your girlfriend
I'm just looking for a real good time alright Can you gaurentee me satisfaction need some action Gonna get it tonight So I'm telling my boyfriend that you never Met a girl like me before Not gonna wait a long time better make up your mind Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do You know I got my pick of any toy little boy Replaceable disposable fully action posable Their plenty more where you came from Don't just stand there looking dumb You're the lucky one Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do |
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1:36 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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2:19 | ||||
from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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3:02 | ||||
from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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1:50 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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5:09 | ||||
from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from The Towering Inferno And Other Disaster Classics [omnibus, ost] (1999) | |||||
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1:49 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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1:38 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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5:12 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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1:34 | ||||
from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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4:07 | ||||
from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga Hold up, stand back, where your man at? You want beef with Comp, you can can that Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga I don't give a flyin fuck, nope My iron tucked three inches below the gut I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl) Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall) Watch him run and make a phone call (call) I look at your crew and say "Fuck all ya'll!" [Chorus] He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin! He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Dont' stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin! You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! [Verse 2] You either do nuthin or do sumptin You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin And my niggas not havin that Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!) Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club And these types of niggas be really in the club High and drunk, ready to fight Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes So watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out Everybody yellin "Duck down, nigga, watch out!" Guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out And they be (they be), not (not), carin' who they shoot (shoot) Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot) But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef He got approached now he's scared to speak [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him Dude better watch his mouth Yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist Barber shop knife cut around your face And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door I hate to see a man hit up Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!" He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut Girls get accidentally knocked out Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out They lost their keys, they searchin around And the person they came with be hurt on the ground So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin [Chorus] |
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2:45 | ||||
from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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2:46 | ||||
from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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1:19 | ||||
from Alien 4 : Resurrection (에이리언 4) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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4:40 | ||||
from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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4:17 | ||||
from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we wanna hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I know Cal broads act up man So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan Not a dance floor nucka [nigga] I'm take em home get em to drop they pants And gross nucka till the (drip drip) No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid) I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib) Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas Drive wit my knees, seat recline While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind I be sizing em up from they thighs and above Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah! All my ladies if you riding! Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving All my nuckas if you riding! Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass Yo boy got a street chick Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool Everything I got |
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2:57 | ||||
from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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3:34 | ||||
from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America by John Frizzell [ost] (1996) | |||||
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1:10 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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1:51 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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3:24 | ||||
from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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1:46 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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2:32 | ||||
from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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3:30 | ||||
from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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2:12 | ||||
from Alien 4 : Resurrection (에이리언 4) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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4:27 | ||||
from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
I'm down
on my floor staring at myself and I know I'll throw it all away I'm down on my luck with no way to turn it around cause I know I can't say it all again and if I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe I'll figure it out somehow I'm down for a week I don't have the strength to get up cause I know I'll say it all again If i seem too weak If i seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe and I'll figure it out somehow oh, shame on me I'm coming over again I know you feel the same until I fall at your feet your feet(4x) If I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe and I'll figure it out somehow and If I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe I'll figure it out somehow(3x) |
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1:55 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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0:57 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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4:44 | ||||
from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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2:19 | ||||
from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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2:12 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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1:32 | ||||
from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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1:55 | ||||
from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
I don't think you wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna live my life Feel me? Come on baby (Elite) Where we at baby Let's get it C'mon [Drag-On]: How many niggas ever seen a shot gun shot Look like somethin comin at you non-stop James Brown make you "Say it loud" Just walk through this block, air it out Anybody can pump a lead off Let me see you shoot a .50 calibur gone pop a head off We can let it off You see my movies you say who represent my dog and I'm a edit off So you niggas better move back Somebody better duck their head Cause your bloody minds bout to be in all black Cause a nigga white tee bout to turn red And I don't give a shit! When I stand in front of the judge yeah I did it what I'm in a cell by myself Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus]: I'm that hood I'm them streets I'm them lyrics and them beats I'm that weed I'm that X I'm that sex that you need I'm that nigga with your wife I'm that comma layin right I'm that match that you light When you ain't got no light I'm your fireman [Drag-On]: Who the fuck say Drag couldn't come back (He said it) Now where my gun at Nigga won that Cause I don't raise a lot of niggas and not I want my sons back I catch a nigga at a party Matter fact I be up in his lobby Lettin my man hold his shotty Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY Sometimes I gotta do what I gotta do Pull out just shoot for I gotta shoot And your nigga on the roof My shoes and slip I hope he gotta parachute I'm in the zone dawg I'm by myself at my home dawg Everybody just leave me the fuck alone Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] [Dag-On]: I wasn't all that My head wasn't screwed on tight That's why I pause every line Cause I take time For a boss to map out his crime This idea with a snitch Cut his tongue and mail it to his bitch Cause when a nigga run his lips It makes me wanna HURT SOMEBODY But I ain't the nigga that'll Come up with chitter chatter Cause if ya'll come up with talkin already that a Either you got it or you don't Or you're real or you won't Shut until you don't You ring you better hide your thoughts Now you on life support Can't cry you might die driving But instead got my nig pulling me outta here Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] I'm your fireman |
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from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Brakes on, please
Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me C'mon, I got too much of a lead And at your speed, it's hard to say you fuckin' with me Fall back and hit your head bitch or come up dead bitch The war ain't over 'til I come up wit your head bitch Came a long way, waited my turn, tempted to eat Held my ground and my heat, on the strength of the street 'Cuz I had to win, battle niggaz left me staggerin' Unstoppable bitch, why sleep now when I haven't been Label me the miss of this shit I've never fell but that don't stop bitches from wishin' as shit (Shit) Chevy made her Without a doubt, a heavy weighter And without a doubt, that's why they hate her I cock and deliver 'Cuz I'm holdin' at my spot and the leader Want her, come and get her I guess y'all bitches beta reconsider Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-l-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' wit mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her Please take notice, stop breathe focus You lookin' at a bad bitch, your pack seem bogus Rap is a competitive sport If yo ain't got your mind right, your head'll get caught I'm like a fuckin' John niggaz, stop listen and learn niggaz Spit vicious and burn niggaz, cremate and urn niggaz Defeat my opponents, yea, hungry and eat my opponents I like to take this time out to break thru the donuts Came into this muthafucka wit my head straight Came into this muthafucka beggin' for a plate Battle niggaz and bitches that bite mocks and stitches They competitions get ditches Damn it, the bitch is vicious You can't beat her, you can't harm a eeva Hunk your brace bitch don't make me have to palm the heater 'Cuz you can't get credit, you quit, that's how it get Don't get big fucking with the realest bitch of the shit Brakes on, please Focus freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch This is the last time I wanna have to tell you to focus freez Bitch it hopeless you're not in my lead My shoes don't fit, you sorry, you can't be me I'm the realest bitch in this world, can't you see? 'Cuz you can't, you hoes just hate to admit it The truth hurts, that's why y'all hoes hate when I spit it But I'm the chiefrunner of this shit, stay in your place Please step on your brakes 'fore I step on your face See they wanna catch me sleepin' and step in my space Hold the plots up in 'em, all I got is venom Think you got some chicks in your team, hoch the [Incomprehensible] I was born with the shin in my jeans not my denim You can wait stop thinkin' bullshit thoughts Tryna score, you ain't fontin' on the bullshit courts You gon' never find a bitch to get a heat to the street ('Cuz ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me) Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(50)
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' (Chorus - repeat 2X) You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch Follow Me (Tony Yayo) I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country (Chorus) (Lloyd Banks) Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes (Chorus) |
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from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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from Thirteen Ghosts (13 고스트) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001) | |||||
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003) | |||||
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 난 먹지도, 자지도 않을 거야 Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see 내가 보고 싶은 걸 보기 전까진 숨쉬지도 않을거야 And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt 그리고 내가 보고 싶은 건, 니가 영원히 흙 속에 파묻혀 Permanently, you just bein hurt, this ain't gonna work 잠을 자는 거야, 고통스럽기만 하다니, 제대로 안 풀리는군 For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 나에게는, 그런 것따윈, 충분하질 않아 Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies 왜냐하면 우린, 결국 서로 적이 될거거든 As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us 우리가 숨쉬는 한 말야, 절대로 우리 둘이서 Comin to terms, where we can agree 같은 의견에 도달할 거라고 믿지 않아 There ain't gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me 나랑 타협하려고 하지만 그럴 이유가 없잖아 You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles 내 자식에 대해 얘기하면, 난, 더 이상 영어로도 말하지 않아 So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless 우린 서로 싸울거야, 계속해서 말이지 You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh 니가 나랑 직접 대면하자는 데 찬성하지 않는 한 And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see 그렇게 우리가 서로 만나면, 넌 보게 될거야 A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen 한 번도 보지 못한, 악마가 내 안에서 풀려나오는 걸 And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself 그리고 알게 될거야, 이 갱스터는 자기에게 오줌을 눈다는 걸 I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help D-12가 보이는 군, 고마워, 하지만 도움은 필요없어 Me do this one all by my lonely 난 이걸 혼자서 해낼테니까 I don't need fifteen of my homies 내 친구 15명이나 필요하지 않아 When I see you, I'm seein you, me and you only 내가 널 볼 땐, 널 보는 거야, 나와 너 단 둘이 We never met, but best believe you gon' know me 한번도 만난적은 없지만, 날 알게 될거라고 믿는게 좋아 When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony 조금만 있으면, 네가 가짜 녀석이란 걸 보여주겠어 Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me 이리와 개년아, 보여줘, 내 몸을 잡아 던져줘 Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me 날 들어, 날 잡어, 마치 니가 내게 말했던 것처럼 You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful 그럴려고 했지, 내 생각대로군, 넌 정말 불쌍해 I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! 널 없애버리겠어, 모두다, Ja Rule 너도 그렇게 될거야! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! 이제 잠이나 자 개년아! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes 죽어 개자식아 죽어! 어, 시간 끝이야 개년아, 눈을 감아 Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) 이제 잠이나 자 개년아!(뭐?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? 왜 아직도 살아있는 거야? 몇번이나 더 말해야 겠어, 눈 감으라니까? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) 그리고 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! 죽어라 개자식아 죽어, 안녕 개자식아 작별이다! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... 왜 아직도 살아있어? 왜, 죽어 개자식아, 아, 아, 아.. ...Go to sleep bitch! 잠이나 자 개년아! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous 우린 너네들을 긴장케하지 On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless 의도적으로, 너의 초점을 흐려, 넌 MC가 아니야, 넌 가치없는 인간 You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please 넌 갱스터가 아냐, 넌 서커스지, 넌 매력이 없어, 제발 You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third 넌 커튼이야, 넌 말을 하고, 멋있게 들리지, 2003년 속에 더럽혀진 말들 You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? 넌 잘난척만 해, 하나도 안 무서워, 누굴 받들지? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when 난 널 흙 아래로 가사로 묻어줘야 겠어 You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth 지구를 넘보면서 레이블 가지고 장난칠 때 Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth Shady다 개자식아, O. Trice의 탄생 And as I mold, I become a curse 그렇게 태어나면서, 난 저주가 되지 So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf 그리고 노래로 만들어, 거리로 가져나와 Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who 장전하고 당겨, 관에 도착하게 되는 그 녀석은 Depicts fiction in his verse 그의 노래에 픽션을 담지 And as I breathe, and you be deceased 내가 숨쉬면, 넌 죽어버리게 될거야 The world believe you deceived just to speak 이 세계는 너의 말이 거짓말이라고 믿고 있지 You'se not the streets, you'se the desk 넌 스트리트도 아니고, 넌 책상이야 Use not your chest nigga, use a vest 가슴을 쓰지마 임마, 방탄조끼를 써 Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death 우리 둘이 널 쉬게 해주마, 죽음을 선택하는 거야 Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt 6피트 아래로 깊이, 니가 진 빚이다 [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets 이봐 모두, 난 야수처럼 걷고, 거리처럼 말을 해 I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat 난 뉴욕에서 열기를 내며 불타올라 Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet 비트를 따라가, 내 발로 걸어가 Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet 내 고통을 이해해봐, 비는 진눈깨비가 아니지 Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going 내가 어떻게 움직이는지, 어디로 가는지 봐 Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin 새어나오지 않아, 자는 동안에는 몰라 But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life 하지만 난 계속 자라, 이 삶 속에서 커져가 Easy-going with the same one that started the fight 싸움을 시작했던 이유에 대해서는 느긋하게 대처해 He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite 그러면 그는 개가, 깨물기 시작하면 어떤지 알게 될거야 Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life 난 그걸 보여주려고 했지, 삶 속의 한 마리 개 Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 그랜드 챔피언, 내 핏줄도 타이트해 Cuz it's all good, it's all right 모두다 괜찮아, 모두다 좋아 Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back 녀석들은 소리칠려 하지만, 대답을 못했어 Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac 이제 그들은 여기 속에 있는 모든 것을 삼켜야 해 Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Blood Line, 그리고, 우린 여러 노래를 거쳐가 Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? 빌어먹을 임마, 왜 그런 식으로 행동해야 하는 건데? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! 모든 개자식들아, 받아라! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo 이봐, 이것도 먹어, 개년아! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 너네 개자식들 모두 다 죽여버리겠어, 모두다 Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! 가짜 갱스터들! 언론은 없어! 언론은 없어! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! 썩어라, 개자식들, 썩어라! 흙 속에서 부패해라, 빌어먹을 흙 속에서! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! 이름도 남기지 말고, 죽어, 그대로! 유명함도 없어! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha 이봐 X, 이리 와봐, Obie, 가자고 하하 |
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from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
If I should die this very moment I wouldn't fear For I've never known completeness Like being here Wrapped in the warmth of you Loving every breath of you Still my heart this moment Or it might burst Could we stay right here Until the end of time until the earth stops turning Wanna love you 'till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for All this time I've loved you And never known your face All this time I've missed you And searched this human race Here is true peace Here my heart knows calm Safe in your soul Bathed in your sighs Wanna stay right here Until the end of time 'Til the earth stops turning Gonna love you until the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for All I've known All I've done All I've felt was leading to this All I've known All I've done All I've felt was leading to this Wanna stay right here 'Til' the end of time 'till the earth stops turning I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for The one I've waited for Wanna stay right here 'Til the end of time 'till the earth stops turning I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for The one I've waited for |
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(Prelude)
(laughing) It's funny how the trades are Errbody wants to be a king We have the whole city full of bosses But we all know...... taking over, the one One leader..... all the rest y'all follow Follow me..... cradle......trust me I am the one (Verse One) Call me a boss of all bosses I got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no losses I talk reckless, what Move cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawless Gets deep with BS on the streets cos from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leash You with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whatever We gon' hawk this dog together, six or beretta Tour is glock, hecno and dutch A few tools used just to get to the top Can't stop, won't stop 'til I'm left in the box to count We still bossy but pine is fine I'm a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea) Back in the eighth for crackin the safe From the block to the cage From the label to the stage I'ma grind 'til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it's on (Chorus) Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine (Verse Two) Now, drug money is a thug's money (uhn uhn) Ice money is set for life money (you know) Share money is the fair money, (fa sho) You scared money, don't make money, nigga common I'm back in the game, back on the grind I'm back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two nines Back with the mask on my face, back to packin two nines I'm back on the block, back to movin twenties and dimes Bottomline, I'm back, the city is mines Stop me how, I'm coming with the lot and the lines Have grease stinking out where you live Cats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin your wares Harry Rob once told me "strike fast and forceful cos if you give him any time to think he'll cross you" You either on my side or in my way If in my way (*gunclick*) okay (Chorus) ????? pack my arm, it's a dom You let a nigga get at em' Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin Laden Cos I don't talk, I spit, don't walk, I strike And I'ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what) To discuss with the tough that enough is enough And it's on cos I'm callin your bluff And your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beef Better move when I reach and get moved with the heat Please, don't make the nigga have to do it to you I launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissue I salvage with many issues My marriage is to my pistols automatic or revolver but trust me I'm gon get you if I have to prooove to you cowards I never follow you cowards I murder all of you cowards Your streets are my streets That's how it's designed cos the hand that rocks the cradle is mine you know (yea) (Chorus x2) (Instrumentals till fade) |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
On the inside
Do you know what you're about When I see you I wanna free you 'Cause you're always freaking out We could be riding on the waves of the ocean, baby Flying to the beat of our hearts I wanna make you a star Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Hey Now Now, Hey Now Now, Hey Now Now From the outside Looking in I see your bright light Yeah believe me when I say Everything will be alright Gonna stay right here when your sun don't shine While your head's still up in the clouds For crying out loud Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Don't ask how But dreams come true And we'll find a way to make it right And if you think that innocence is dead I'll say it's all inside your head I've got to tell you how I feel And you know we're gonna make it for real Meet me halfway We can't help but come together I'll make you happy I'll show you what this love's about Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Don't ask how But dreams come true And we'll find a way to make it right |
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from Vr.5 by John Frizzell [ost] (1995) | |||||
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from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
Everyday I wake up to another day gone by, Nothing but the open roads and a never ending why. Anything can happen, yeah, but nothing ever does, I try to change, it's kinda strange, Same as it ever was... But look at us. And how do I deal with you, How do I deal with me, When I don't even know myself, or what it is you want from me. And how do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel, And how do I deal... Yeah... Every night in the dark I lie awake in bed, How am I supposed to dream, with all the static in my head. Torn in all directions and I, pray for some relief. What can I do but feel the weight I'm underneath, And grit my teeth. And how do I deal with you, How do I deal with me, When I don't even know myself, Or what it is you want from me. And how do I deal with love, (Why do i) Why do I have to choose. Everybody's tellin me, what the hell I have to do... And how do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel... Now how do I deal... (How do I deal) How do I deal with you, (How do i deal with me) When I don't even know myself or what it is you want from me. (How do I deal with love) How do I deal, (Why do I have to choose) When everybody's telling me what the hell I have to do... How do I deal with you, (How do i deal with you) How do I deal with me, (How do i deal with me) When I don't even know myself, or what it is you want from me. How do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, (How do i know what's real) When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel, And how do I deal... Yeah... How do i... how do i... how do i deal... How do i... how do i... how do i deal with you... At night i lay in bed, with static in my head... How do i trust myself when i don't know what's real... |
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from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Ghost Ship (고스트 쉽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2002) |