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Tiffany certainly made this cover her own

I Think We’re Alone Now (from the self titled album)

Children behave
That’s what they say when we’re together
And watch how you play
They don’t understand and so we’re

Runnin’ just as fast as we can
Holdin’ on to one another’s hand
Tryin’ to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say

I think we’re alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think we’re alone now
The beating of our hearts
is the only sound

Look at the way
We gotta hide what we’re doing
‘Cause what would they say
If they ever knew and so we’re

Runnin’ just as fast as we can
Holdin’ on to one another’s hand
Tryin’ to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say

I think we’re alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think we’re alone now
The beating of our hearts
is the only sound

I think we’re alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think we’re alone now
The beating of our hearts
is the only sound

Runnin’ just as fast as we can
Holdin’ on to one another’s hand
Tryin’ to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say

I think we’re alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think we’re alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound

Repeat Chorus

One Last Cry (from the self titled album)

My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feeling was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry

One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I’ve gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I guess I’m down to my last cry

I was here you were there
Guess we never could agree
While the sun shines on you
I need some love to rain on me
Still I sit all alone
Wishing all my feeling was gone
Gotta get over you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry

One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I’ve gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie

I know I gotta be strong
Cause round me life goes on and on and on and on

I’m gonna dry my eyes
Right after I have my one last cry

One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I’ve gotta put you out of my mind for the very last time
Been living a lie
I guess I’m down
I guess I’m down
I guess I’m down…
to my last cry

Nuthin’ But a “G” Thang (from The Chronic album)

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo’
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do’
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cause you know we ‘bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain’t nothin’ but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc’ed out G’s so we’re craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don’t try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I’m ‘a let ‘em understand
From a young G’s perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta’ find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin’ her man,
And learnin’ her man, and at the same time burnin’ her man
Now you know I ain’t wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it
(yeah) Now that’s realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho’s know how I feel
Well if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Dr. Dre]
Well I’m peepin’, and I’m creepin’, and I’m creep-in’
But I damn near got caught, ‘cause my beeper kept beepin’
Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo’
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don’t choke
If ya’ do, ya’ have no clue
O’ what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dr. Dre

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this, and we ain’t got no love for those
So jus’ chill, ‘til the next episode

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin’ back on that ass with a hellified gangsta’ lean
Gettin’ funky on the mic like a’ old batch o’ collard greens
It’s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N-double O-P
D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya’ see
Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic
pimpin’ ho’s and clockin’ a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don’t quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin’ G shit
So Dre. (What up Dogg?)
We gotta give ‘em what dey want (What’s that, G?)
We gotta break ‘em off somethin’ (Hell yeah)
And it’s gotta be bumpin’ (City of Compton!)

[Dr. Dre]
It’s where it takes place so I’m a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain’t lynchin
Droppin’ the funky shit that’s makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When I’m on the mic, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass’ll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has my back
Never let me slip, ‘cause if I slip, then I’m slippin’
But if I got my Nina, then you know I’m straight trippin’
And I’m a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta’ put the smack down
Yeah, and ya’ don’t stop
I told you I’m just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I’m never off, always on, ‘til the break dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin’ the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Hook: Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg

Like this, that and this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this, and we ain’t got no love for those
So jus’ chill, ‘til the next episode

Murder She Wrote (from the All She Wrote album)

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
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

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

Now every middle of the year dis girl go have abortion
Fi di coolie white Man, Indian no seek inna ((nail fun?))
An jus di other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she up an switch her girl with other baby inna pram

So yuh heard about this girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty’s like a bunch of rose
An’ if I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don’t know what I know (but)

Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote (Na nana)
Murder she wrote

Excuse me!
Gal me never know yuh a so yuh stay
Ragamuffin Chaka Demus com fi flash it same way
Waoh woa (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 plan yuh mischeif
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry
Sorry, sorry
Di gal a pose an’ a brag how she look sexy
All she worship is pure vanity
Di gal a pose anna brag how she look ready
When she wash her clothes it dirty
Gal yuh no ready
If yuh cyaan cook fi mi
Gal yuh no ready
If yuh cyaan wash fi mi
Gal yuh nuh ready
If yuh know yuh flirty flirty (Follow me!)

Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can’t hold Chaka (Follow me now)
Yuh pretty face an bad character (Murder she wrote)
Dem the kinda livin can’t (Murder she wrote) hold Chaka

So stand still (Murder she wrote Na nana)
Yuh no pay me light bill
An if yuh tes di ragamuffin (Murder she wrote)
Gal ya gwan get kill
Gal keep ‘way
Caw yuh ahaffi back way
An di ((limit see me talk)) of him 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 is yuh gong fi di rate (Come down)

Now yuh heard about this little girl her name is Maxine
Her face is like a bunch of rose
Man a if I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don’t know what I know

Landslide (there have been tons of covers of this beautiful song. I adore the whiney boy Billy Corgan version.)

I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
‘til the landslide brought it down

Oh, mirror in the sky -What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin’...ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don’t know…..I don’t know

Well I’ve been afraid of changin’
because I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, even children get older
And I’m getting older too….

So, take my love…take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills…
well the landslide will bring it down
The landslide will bring it down

Mr. Wendal (from the 3 Years 5 Months & 2 Days in the Life of album)

Here, have a dollar,
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only,
know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That’s the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr.Wendal, that’s his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he’s a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol’ bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn’t charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
still most of y’all come out confused

[CHORUS:] Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x)

Mr.Wendal has freedom,
a free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for Mr.Wendal’s a bum
His only worries are sickness
and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him,
but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
Who are we to judge ?
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
and killed over a racist grudge
Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don’t hear him talk
Is it his fault when we’ve gone too far,
and we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
realize that all in all you stand tall

Mr.Wendal, yeah yeah yeah, Lord, Mr.Wendal

Concertino for trombone & orchestra in E flat major, Op. 4 (on various albums and in common trombone repetoire)

Wish You We’re Here (from the Rock N Roll album)

Cotton candy and a rotten mouth
You know I couldn’t help but have it for you
Everybody knows the way I walk
Knows the way I talk
Knows the way I feel about you
It’s all a bunch of shit
And there’s nothing to do around here
It’s totally fucked up
I’m totally fucked up
Wish you were here

The streets that only turn to boulevards
And houses with backyards
It’s raining like hell on the cars
Everybody knows the way I walk
Knows the way I talk
Knows the way I feel about you
It’s all a bunch of shit
And there’s nothing to do around here
It’s totally fucked
I’m totally fucked
Wish you were here

And if I could have my way
We’d take some drug and we’d smile
We’d smile
We’d smile
But not tonight, my dear
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here, ohh
Wish you were here, ohh
Wish you were here, ohh
Wish you were here, ohh

Albany (from the Engine album)

Okay, you were right
I’ve seen this movie before
The cop
Is about to turn bad on us

Out of his holster
A calculated thunder
He thinks that he is Bronson
His face looks bulletproof

This is the real world
It’s just like my momma’ taught me
In a cradle
In Baltimore

I have got fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany
With all of the luggage you’re planning on leaving behind
Fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany

Work at the convenience store
Isn’t quite the life I was looking for
But it pays some of the bills
And we hardly ever get held up anymore
Believe me armed robbery
Is not what it used to be

This isn’t my money
Here, take it
Leave some for me

Fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany
With all of the luggage you’re planning on leaving behind
Fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany

I can save myself, but for what?
I can save myself, but for what?
My family?

The man at the gun shop
Seems glad enough to see me
His register is already open

“I’ve got some papers, could you fill these out please?”
He says
“Are you a convicted felon”
No
“Do you plan to be”
Nah-uh
“Then what is the gun for?”
To get me to Canada

I have got fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany
With all of the luggage you’re planning on leaving behind
Fifty dollars says you’ll never make it to Albany

Kite (from the Impossible Dream album)

The Sunday after there was laughter in the air
Everybody had a kite
They were flying everywhere
And all the trouble went away
And it wasn’t just a dream
All the trouble went away
And it wasn’t just a dream

In the middle of the night
We try and try with all our mights
To light a little light down here
In the middle of the night
We dream of a million kites
Flying high above
The sadness and the fear

Little sister just remember
As you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying
On a sunny afternoon
Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream
Are all we can really do

In the middle of the night
The world turns with all of it’s might
A little diamond colored blue
In the middle of the night
We keep sending little kites
Until a little light gets through