Jukebox Hall When the music played And the World span ?round to a brand new sound In those far off days In their blue suede shoes They would scream
in the Jukebox Hall when the music played, And the World span round to a brand new sound in those far off days, In their blue suede shoes they would scream
Eminem: Aite Fred Durst: Check! Slim Shady, to the mic kid. (Eminem) I don't do black music I don't do white music I make fight music For High School
y'all that didn't finish school Check this out, it's all good I'ma run y'all through this little Thug-acation right now And what we gon' do, is we gon' scream
is fight and yell My grades start to crash plus I ran away from home twice And almost got shot by the cops one single night I started high school and
to it true gangster music screwface included macho lingo the beat'll remind you of the quatro cinco or cinco de mayo put it in your car turn the sound sky high
t get open Wouldn't get suits them shits was made to be broken 'Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin I was just a Juvenile movin in Slow Motion I dropped outta school
another One of my Black Jesus traps Who's got the heart to stand beside me? I feel my enemies creepin' up in silence Dark prayer, scream violence demons
if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and
"Help me" Scream these words from the TV nightly "My family's been shot to death" Seems to find no answer The music on the radio is louder then a death
i dreamed of cher she came to us in babylon and she was rattling fluently her true language and she was dressed in high syrian rags her face had white
from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a long list of high profile celebrities
kids wanna rock HEAT OF THE NIGHT I was caught in the crossfire of a silent scream Where one man's nightmare is another man's dream Pull the cover up high
Give it to ya raw Yo, it's that old school shit About 12 years old Let's get physical, operate your brain to function I remember the Gods at the junction
rock'n'roll Rock'n'roll, rock, rock'n'roll A rock'n'roll, rock Took the Queen of bop to the high school hop, dancing to the beat With a U.S. male and
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high