Текст песни Kurtis Blow f Run-D.M.C. - 8 Million Stories
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(intro)There are 8 million stories in the naked city8 million stories (x4)(verse one Kurtis blow)There are 8 million stories in the naked citySome ice cold and told without pityAbout the mean streets and the guetto cultureThe pimps,the pushers,the sharks and vulturesThings that happen when it reaches darkAnd all the things you hear about Central ParkYou got to be down,you got to have strenghtIf you`re gonna survive past 110thWell it ain`t no thing when blood is spilledThe emergency ward is capacity filledAnd nothin` ever comes as a big surpriseAnd the naked city never closes its eyesA new story every dayTold a thousand different waysThat`s how it is and that`s how it goesThe city with the 8 and six big O`sNew York is a crazy city man.....Yo, my home boys Run DMC(verse two Run DMC)A young girl seemed to be gaining weightHer parents all thought it was the food she ateTheir attitudes were all la-de-da-deBut little did they know there`s a baby in the bodyShe tried to hide it,but they`ll soon knowBecause sooner or later that baby`s got to showCan her daddy just accept it as a factThat it wasn`t the meals and it wasn`t the snackThen there`s another girl,her name is VickiThe girl is fine,but sho`nuff trickyVicki`s fine,,but then she`s not very kindShe`ll lay you down and then she`ll rob you blindYou wake up in the morning and you`re feelin` blueBecause Vicki is gone and your money is tooShe`s more sinister than Peter LorreAnd this is just two of 8 million stories8 million stories (x12)(verse three Kurtis Blow)Fresh kid and the stories completeBorn on a dim lit ghetto streetFather unknown,mother astrayHe learned about life the real hard wayWearin` pretty things for all the ladies to seeFunky fresh diamonds and gold jewelrySpent all his time just counting his bankBecause he`s a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blankBecause he`s a fresh kid and his money`s longBeen the subject of a ghetto songPoor kids admire,ladies desireThey say water can`t put out this fireBecause he`s a fresh kid,yeah he`s alrightGrew up with the pushers and the pimps of the nightAnd you could measure or even treasureThe thought that cocaine became his pleasurePuruvian rock never cut with speedAnd he gets skied untill his nose would bleedAnd that was just one weakness,must admitThat when he took a hit he could never quitBecause he`s one slick pusher livin` day by dayWhen the crazy thing happened along the wayYou know he started to base at a hell a paceAnd now it`s a disgrace,he`s got the pipe in his faceFor twenty-four seven a terrible JonesDidn`t take care of business,didn`t answer the phoneHe stayed home alone all in the twilight zoneJust bittin` on a pipe like a dog on a boneTurnin` blue in the face,by holdin` his breathWith the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chestBut then he tried to stop,but it never workedAnd then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerkJust to break it all down,you know he`s not very slickBecause he spent all his money and he spent it real quickHe lost his car,his house,his friends and his wifeAnd basing cocaine made him lose his wifeBecause he bought some on credit and couldn`t payAnd then the pusher looked for him and blew him awayIn a blaze of glory in his own territory8 million stories sad but all real stories8 million stories (x12)