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выпуск 67 ( 2002-01-16 )

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Сегодня в выпуске:
Aaliyah "Rock the boat"
2Pac "Letter to my unborn child"
Bon Jovi "Always"
Luniz "I Got Five On It"
Toni Braxton "He Wasn't Man Enough"

Новости:

Восьмое издание сборника Now That's What I Call Music посвящено памяти певицы Aaliyah, погибшей 25 августа 2001 года в авиакатастрофе. Сегодня ей исполнилось бы 23 года. В сборник Now 8 включена песня Aaliyah "Rock the Boat", та самая, клип на которую снимался за несколько дней до гибели певицы.
Напоминаем вам, что ваши голоса ещё могут повлиять на результаты All Music Top 10. Вы можете проголосовать и за песню Aaliyah "More than a woman"...

Дни рождения: 16 января
Aaliyah (1979)
Maxine Jones (En Vogue) (1966)
Paul Webb (Talk Talk) (1962)
Sade (1959)
Ronnie Milsap (1946)
William Francis (Dr. Hook) (1942)

Artist:   Aaliyah
Title:     Rock the boat
Album:   Aaliyah

Boy, you know
You make me float
Boy, you really get me high
I feel like I'm on dope
'Cause you, you
Serve me on a regular
Boy, beat the tide
Let's stroke
Before he drifted me deeper
Now he really holds me close
Lets take this over boy, now
I want you to

[Chorus]
Rock the boat...
Work the middle...
Change positions
Do positions...
Stroke it for me...

Ooh, baby
I love you stroke
'Cause you, 'cause you
Get me where I'm going
I ain't trying to get revoked
'Cause I believe, I believe
You know just
What you doing, now
Baby, now we can coast
Let's don't give in a hurry
That's too slow
Go ahead and put
That thang in overdrive

[Repeat Chorus]

Stroke it for me
Hmm, stroke it baby
Stroke it baby
Hmm, work it baby
Work it baby
Ooh, stroke it
There is something
I want you to do

I want you to use yourself
Like you never
Ever used it before
Now explore my body
Until you reach the shore
You'll be calling
Calling for me

[Repeat Chorus]



Artist:   2Pac
Title:     Letter to my unborn child
Album:   Until the end of time

To my unborn child...
To my unborn child... in case I don't make it
Just remember daddy loves you
[talking in background]
To my unborn child...
To my unborn...

[2Pac]
Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild
in case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin
Tryin to earn every penny that I'm gettin, and reminiscin
to the beginnin of my mission
When I was conceived, and came to be in this position
My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school, but I dropped out, and left the house
Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out
Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I'll never steal again, or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain't promised but it'll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child

[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs]
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say

[2Pac]
Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious
Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist
It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times but I'm still breathin
Livin proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
Dear mama I'm a man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace... when I gotta die
On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I'm kiddin? I'ma thug 'til I die, I'ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there
And I'm sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
Bless the boys, and all my little girls
To the Lord I'm eternal, restin in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

[2Pac over Chorus]
To my unborn child... please take of all my kids
My unborn child... to my unborn child
This letter goes out to... to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this lifestyle
Just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you
All I wanted was for you have a better life than I did
That's why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you'll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I'll see you up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there... haha, take care
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it's confusin
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way...



Artist:   Bon Jovi
Title:     Always
Album:   Crossroads [1994]

The romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood.
It’s nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up.

It’s been raining since you left me,
Now I’m drowning in the flood.
You see I’ve always been a fighter,
But without you I give up.

Now I can’t sing a love song,
Like the way it’s meant to be.
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore,
But baby, that’s just me.

And I will love you, baby - Always.
And I’ll be there forever and a day - Always.
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine,
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme.
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind.
And I love you - Always.

Now your pictures that you left behind,
Are just memories of a different life.
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry,
One that made you have to say goodbye.
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair,
To touch your lips, to hold you near.
When you say your prayers try to understand,
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man.

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near,
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear.
I’ll wish I was him ‘cause those words are mine,
To say to you till the end of time.

Yeah I will love you, baby - Always.
And I’ll be there forever and a day - Always.

If you told me to cry for you, I could.
If you told me to die for you, I would.
Take a look at my face, there’s no price I won’t pay.
To say these words to you.

Well there ain’t no luck in these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try,
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives,
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines

And I will love you, baby - Always.
And I’ll be there forever and a day - Always.
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine,
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme.
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind.
And I love you - Always.



Artist:   Luniz
Title:     I Got Five On It
Album:   Operation Stackola

[Chorus]
people in Oakland...Oakland
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

[Yukmouth]
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it 'cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

[Chorus]
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sac

(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup,
don't make me sip that,
better pass the
JOINT!
stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie,
an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

[Chorus]

[Knumskull]
hey, make this right man
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, I face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the eighth
but I've no budget,
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
smokin' Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

[Yukmouth]
been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the ESO,
drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

[Chorus]



Artist:   Toni Braxton
Title:     He Wasn't Man Enough
Album:   The Heat

[Rodney Jerkins]
Darkchild, oh yeah
Toni Braxton, oh
Ha-ha, uh-huh
Yeah, uh, uh
Darkchild yeah

[Toni]
Listen girl
Who do you think I am?
Don’t you know that he was my man?
But I chose to let him go
So why do you act like I still care about him?
Looking at me like I’m hurt
When I’m the one who said I didn’t want it to work
Don’t you forget I had him first?

1 – What you thinkin’?
Stop playing me
He wasn’t man enough for me
If you don’t know now here’s chance
I’ve already had your man
Do you wonder just where he’s been, yeah?
Not be worried about him
Now it’s time you know the truth
I think he’s just the man for you

2 - What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back them?
Do you know about your husband, girlfriend?
I’m not thinking ‘bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn’t man enough for me

Listen girl
Didn’t he tell you the truth?
If not then why don’t you ask him?
The maybe you can be more into him
Instead of worrying about me
And hopefully you won’t find
All the reasons why his love didn’t count
And why we couldn’t work it out

Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 2

Oh yeah
So many reasons why are love is through, yeah
What makes you think he’ll be good to you, no
It makes no sense cause he will never change
Girl you better recognize the game, oh yeah

What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back them?
Do you know about your husband, girlfriend?
I’m not thinking ‘bout him
But you married him
You know I made him leave
And you know he begged to stay with me
He wasn’t man enough for me

Repeat 2 to fade


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