Plot
"DAWN"S EARLY LIGHT" is the story of a bigoted, Southern sheriff on the eve of a civil rights march in his town, circa: 1967. As Clayton lays awake in bed listening to the sound of the approaching cars carrying the "damn northerners" into his town, he recalls the days events that have brought on the imminent morning clash. He is a man who's entire sense of order and right is coming into question and the weight of that revelation culminates in a flood of memories from a traumatic childhood. The anatomy of a racist.
...You won't ever forget this picnic
Plot
Professor Owl and Professor Ludwig Von Drake take you to a Sing-Along with some unforgettable Disney characters as you read the on-screen lyrics. Each Disney song is featured through a movie clip from Peter Pan, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, The Jungle Book, Pinocchio, Winnie the Pooh and The Honey Tree, The Adventures Of Ichabod And Mr. Toad, Mary Poppins, and Dumbo.
Keywords: bear, dog, owl, peter-pan, toad, winnie-the-pooh
Plot
The stork delivers a baby elephant to Mrs Jumbo, veteran of the circus, but the newborn is ridiculed because of his truly enormous ears and dubbed "Dumbo". After being separated from his mother, Dumbo is relegated to the circus' clown acts; it is up to his only friend, a mouse, to assist Dumbo to achieve his full potential.
Keywords: 1940s, 2d-animation, affection, animal, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphic-train, anthropomorphism, baby-elephant, based-on-book, bath
Walt Disney's Latest . . . Most Lovable . . . Funable Characters !
D...is for DUMBO, the Baby Elephant Whose Over-Size Ears Always Get Him Into Trouble!
U...Is For The UNIQUE Circus-Train Engine, CASEY JUNIOR ---That Talks Like A Human, Balks Like A Mule!
M...Is For Timothy Q. MOUSE, DUMBO'S Tiny Buddy...Braver Than Any Beast Alive!
B...Is For The 5 BLACK CROWS---Squaking, Raucous Comics Who Teach DUMBO To Fly By Flapping His Ears!
O... Is For ORIGINALITY --- As The One And Only Disney Brings It In Spades, Surprise And Laughter!
The One...The Only...The FABULOUS...
Timothy Q. Mouse: [leads Dumbo to the cage where Mrs. Jumbo is kept] Oh, right over there. Cozy little place, ain't it? [Timothy jumps on the window] Mrs. Jumbo! I hope she's in. [whistles] Someone to see ya!
Elephant Matriarch: Take your foot out of my eye... clumsy ox!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [completely drunk while looking at bubbles] Balloonies. [he notices a bubble with his reflection in it] Hiya, George! [he hugs the bubble]
Mr. Stork: Here is a baby with eyes of blue, straight from heaven, right to you. Or - straight from heaven up above, here is a baby for you to love.
Crow #1: Did you ever see an elephant fly?::Crow #2: Well, I've seen a horse fly.::Crow #3: Ah, I've seen a dragon fly.::Crow #4: Hee-hee. I've seen a house fly.
[Casey Jr. is about to leave the circus' winter quarters]::Ringmaster: All aboard! All aboard!::Casey Jr.: All aboard! Let's go!
[after the pyramid accident]::Elephant Matriarch: Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the big top fall.::Giddy: Because of that Dumbo, I never *can* show my face there again.::Fidgity Elephant: Oh, look at my beautiful tail!::Elephant Matriarch: I just like to spank the daylights out of him, I... [she raises her trunk from her cast, but the pain stops her, and she groans as she lowers her trunk back into the cast]::Prissy: Oh, that won't be necessary, dearie. They fixed him good.::Elephant Matriarch: What do you mean?::Giddy: What did they do?::Fidgity Elephant: Did they beat him?::Giddy: What is it, Darling?::Fidgity Elephant: Tell us!::Elephant Matriarch: Come, come, I demand to know!::Prissy: Oh, well... they've gone and made him... oh, dear, I just can't say it.::Elephant Matriarch: Out with it!::Prissy: Made him a clown.::Fidgity Elephant: A clown?::Giddy: No!::Prissy: Yes!::Elephant Matriarch: Oh, the shame of it. Let us take the solemn vow. [all the elephants raise their trunks] From now on, he is no longer an elephant. [they touch trunks together]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You all oughta be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, pickin' on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressin' trunk to snuggle inta. How would you like being left out alone, in a cold, cruel, heartless woild? And why? I ask ya, why? Just because he's got those big ears, they call him a freak. The laughing stock of the coicus. And when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown! Socially he's washed up! Aw, but what's the use of talkin' to you cold-hearted boids? Go ahead! Have your fun! Laugh at him! Kick him now that he's down! Go on! We don't care.::[turns away and blows nose]
Timothy Q. Mouse: All we gotta do is build an act. Make ya a star. A headliner! Dumbo the Gr-eat!::[Fanfare plays as Dumbo hoists Timothy with his trunk]::Timothy Q. Mouse: Uh-oh. The Great what?::[faltering fanfare as Dumbo lowers Timothy]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You know, Dumbo, we'd better get an idea. Not just any idea. Somethin' colossal. Like uh...::Ringmaster: Have I got an idea! What an idea!::Timothy Q. Mouse: Huh. He never had an idea in his life.::Ringmaster: Just visualize: One elephant climbs up on top of another elephant, until finally, all seventeen elephants have constructed an enormous pyramid of pachyderms! I step out. I blow the whistle. The trumpets are trumpeting...::Timothy Q. Mouse: [smiling earnestly] Yeah!::Ringmaster: And now, comes the climax!::Joe: Yeah, what is the climax?::Ringmaster: [chuckles] I don't know.::Timothy Q. Mouse: I knew he never had nothin'.::Ringmaster: [getting into bed] Maybe it comes to me in a vision while I dream. Good night, Joe.::Joe: Good night, boss.
The Jim Crow laws were state and local laws in the United States enacted between 1876 and 1965. They mandated de jure racial segregation in all public facilities in Southern states of the former Confederacy, with a supposedly "separate but equal" status for black Americans. The separation led to treatment, financial support and accommodations that were usually inferior to those provided for white Americans, systematizing a number of economic, educational and social disadvantages. De jure segregation mainly applied to the Southern United States. Northern segregation was generally de facto, with patterns of segregation in housing enforced by covenants, bank lending practices, and job discrimination, including discriminatory union practices for decades.
Some examples of Jim Crow laws are the segregation of public schools, public places, and public transportation, and the segregation of restrooms, restaurants, and drinking fountains for whites and blacks. The U.S. military was also segregated. These Jim Crow Laws were separate from the 1800–1866 Black Codes, which had previously restricted the civil rights and civil liberties of African Americans. State-sponsored school segregation was declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court of the United States in 1954 in Brown v. Board of Education. Generally, the remaining Jim Crow laws were overruled by the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965.
Michelle Alexander (born c. 1968) is an associate professor of law at Ohio State University, a civil rights advocate and a writer.
Alexander is a graduate of Stanford Law School and Vanderbilt University. She served for several years as director of the Racial Justice Project at the ACLU of Northern California, which spearheaded a national campaign against racial profiling by law enforcement. Alexander directed the Civil Rights Clinic at Stanford Law School and was a law clerk for Justice Harry Blackmun at the U. S. Supreme Court and for Chief Judge Abner Mikva on the United States Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit. As an associate at Saperstein, Goldstein, Demchak & Baller, she specialized in plaintiff-side class action suits alleging race and gender discrimination.
Alexander now holds a joint appointment at the Kirwan Institute for the Study of Race and Ethnicity and the Moritz College of Law at Ohio State.
Alexander has litigated numerous class action discrimination cases and worked on criminal justice reform issues. She is a recipient of a 2005 Soros Justice Fellowship of the Open Society Institute.[citation needed]
Cornel Ronald West (born June 2, 1953) is an American philosopher, author, critic, actor, civil rights activist and prominent member of the Democratic Socialists of America.
West is a 1973 graduate of Harvard University and a doctoral graduate of Princeton University. He is currently a professor of African American studies at Princeton and of Religious philosophy and Christian studies at the Union Theological Seminary in New York.
West is known for his combination of political and moral insight and criticism and his contribution to the post-1960s civil rights movement.[citation needed] The bulk of his work focuses on the role of race, gender, and class in American society and the means by which people act and react to their "radical conditionedness." West draws intellectual contributions from such diverse traditions as the African American Baptist Church, pragmatism and transcendentalism.
West was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and grew up in Sacramento, California, where he graduated from John F. Kennedy High School. His father was a general contractor for the Defense Department, and his mother was a teacher and a principal. Irene B. West Elementary School in Elk Grove, California, is named for her.
"The Man" is a slang phrase that may refer to the government or to some other authority in a position of power. In addition to this derogatory connotation, it may also serve as a term of respect and praise.
The phrase "the Man is keeping me down" is commonly used to describe oppression. The phrase "stick it to the Man" encourages resistance to authority, and essentially means "fight back" or "resist", either openly or via sabotage.
The earliest recorded use[citation needed] of the term "the Man" in the American sense dates back to a letter written by a young Alexander Hamilton in September 1772, when he was 15. In a letter to his father James Hamilton, published in the Royal Dutch-American Gazette, he described the response of the Dutch governor of St. Croix to a hurricane that raked that island on August 31, 1772. "Our General has issued several very salutary and humane regulations and both in his publick and private measures, has shewn himself the Man." [dubious – discuss] In the Southern U.S. states, the phrase came to be applied to any man or any group in a position of authority, or to authority in the abstract. From about the 1950s the phrase was also an underworld code word for police, the warden of a prison or other law enforcement or penal authorities.
[Short talking]
Damn, Ay man, ain't that Chris baby momma over there?
She lookin good
[Hook x2: Jazze Pha]
I know that it's gonna be drama
But I got a thang for ya baby momma
It don't stop, it won't stop
It goes on and on and on
(Got my eye on ya bitch and ya baby momma)
[Polo]
I ran into this girl I used to see in Eastwick
She wasn't all that fine, but now she lookin thick
I was feeling kinda hungry so she took me out to mix
She wore some Calvin Klein's that was showin off them hips
And shit, that ass was a eye catcher
And I stress ya, if she let 'cha, you bet ya
X-redbone fetcher
She a go get it girl
Drank Hen and don't hurl
Was priceless like a pearl
Stayed wet a ????
Got caught up in ???? and came and scooped me from the ????
Took me out to where she at, just like that
Late night she called me up so she could get on her job
Work hard overtime, and I don't pay her a dime
Playa keep her mind, her body already mine
And we will meet you at the finish line
I'ma tell her that I know it's gonna be some drama
You cuffin her like an anaconda
But I still got a thang for your baby momma
[Hook]
[Short]
I got my eye on ya bitch and ya baby momma
Save the drama, cause I really don't want it
I was mindin my business, all alone
Drivin down the street, makin calls on the phone
I'm a player, even in your town
Your baby momma's kinda cute, roll ya window down
She asked me 'what you gettin in to tonight?'
I said 'you baby, I hope it ain't too tight'
She laughed and then I told her, holla at me later
Here's the number to my pager, two fingers like a player
Rolled out, and when she hit me on the beep
I found out your baby momma's a freak
I know ya turned her out when she was young
Got her doing thangs wit her tounge
I'm havin hella fun
Stop puttin in work like a fool
Lost a good women to a real player, you know the rules
[Jazze Pha]
Now I done seen this whole thang for what it's 'sposed to be
Cause she wanna love me down and got you mad at me
She does things for free she's never done to you
She asked me, so what the fuck I'm 'sposed to do?
(Hook)
[Cartel]
Suzanna, this hoe from Alabama she was country
It don't matter, boy I will still splack her cause she ??? me
(Exhale), but she want me, (oh well), I'm macaroni
Tony, when it come to these girls
I got that game for sell, that be them lames ya tell
That buy ya Chenelle, and ice for ya dyke friends
I'm in your ear like Tyson
?????, just cripplin, your thoughts of goin home
You called yo man up on the phone and said ('I'll be there later on')
Shit it's on to the crib, we did them thangs you do to make kids
Come to find out, you fool wit, ah shit
How you know Chris? (oh, that's just my baby daddy)
Hell nah, oh y'all got babies? (yeah boy, we got a cute lil' family)
Damn, that's steady, tell Chris I'm sorry but I ain't scared off
And if he really wanna trip I got this infrared boy
Girl what we did was dead wrong, so when you and shorty talk
Tell him boy you let me hit it, so I hit it and it ain't my fault
[Jazze Pha]
Don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you
Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you
Now don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you
Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you
[Hook]
[Short talking]
I don't give a fuck
Nigga baby momma got some good ass pussy
Mad as fuck if he knew Short Dog hit it
Biiiiiitch!
[Hook:]
One of these days
And it won't be long
You'll look for me
And I'll be goin' home
Gotta hold on
Gotta be strong
Cuz people don't live that long no more
Now I been off in the cut
I wish I knew from the git
Plenty money on the table
But this thang is a bitch
And can't see nothin
See you blind as hell
This change that I got
Don't mean shit if we don't sell
Forget what ya tell, Playboy
Lookin forward to buyin my momma a crib
And tell it like it is
That's the deal
Decatur been hea'
Stay down what ya feel
I miss my boy every damn day, for real
Seem like last week that ?????? was here
At the crib gettin blown
Damn, I wish I knowned
How this woulda turned out
To have a nigga stressin
I'm prayin every night to thank the Lord for my blessin
Confessin to change, just ain't the same
When it's me
That's hard as steel
I had to lose my folk to see
Resevoirs run dry where ya knees don't bend
I could poor a fifth of Hen
But it ain't enough in the end, cuz
[Hook]
Look around
How many people here
How many people gone
How many times you done sang that song
It's so hard to say goodbye
That's what we say when the kinfolks die
My homeboy Twain
Oh, he goin through a thang
So let it be known
When momma gone, shit gon' change
I feel his pain
But it don't rain, everyday
Everybody got a life to live
Some choose to play
But regardless how ya live it
Man, we all got to give it
Ain't no need to fight it
Just let God handle his business
Can I get a witness, ha?
I know sometimes I call girls hoes
And I be cussin when I'm bustin my flows
I try to tighten up
But dollar signs keep lightin up
In front of my face
And I can taste it so I'm on this paper chase
Waistin, my precious time
Tryin to paste my grime
Unaware of the finish line
Niggas dyin, cuz
[Hook]
Now my past is gone
And my future ain't shit
Might as well hit a lick, cuz time tick
And split second decisions decide if I live or die
Forever rest face to the sky
Life is like a motor burnin out
You done heard it word a mouth
And in the south everyday a title bout
Between myself and I
Eye to eye without a clue
If it angers me it endangers you
To the point where you got to smoke a joint
'Cause you frustrated
Cussin out the girl you was datin
Nigga, that girl trippin, leave her
She feed you good, keep her
Or smokin on this reefer
I teach her, how to be seen and not be seen
The phone ring, broad tryna' sell me dreams
It's just a fling, but some, don't understand
Some, won't understand
Hash in the hand better than ass in the jean
I gotta get the cheese by any means necassary
Bullshit done got my cousin buried
The way ya carry, done got his life took
The love of money niggas get hooked
Quicker than crack
And that's a fact you find in no book
And you can sho' look
But you won't find none
Life's a card game with no shuffle
I got the bad hand, tryna' bluff
Touchin pain, flushin shit down the drain
Train ya girl to run trains
Now who to blame?
Now here's a little story I got to tell
'bout them three muthafuckas from ATL
Cutty Cartel, Shawty Pimp, and Mr. Mo
Jim Crow make them hoes drop they close to the floor
[Chorus x2: Mr. Mo and Polow(Shawty Pimp)]
You know that hoe you know that hoe
I know that hoe I know that hoe
You know that hoe
We know the same ass lame ass hoe
[Polow]
Well let me tell yall bout this girl I met at mall
She had a caramel skin stood bout six feet tall
Her eyes were brown hair natural no weave
I wanted to do her so I pursued her call ????
I said excuse me baby goddamn what's your name
She said Alottavagina I just flew in from Spain
I said what's going down she said I'm downtown
I got a room at the Embassy plus a fifth of Crown
Now this I can't resist temptation got me gone
Just like the rest of the bottle now I'm ready to bone
Oh I don't make it gone nobody that I frapp
Now if I ever need assistance hit that nigga Flap
Now back to Alotta shawty I knew I got her
Cause when I went up in her deep she was screaming papa
I made her touch herself then made her lick her finger
Her brain numb got her sprung just like Jerry Springer
You know this hoe
[Chorus]
[Cutty Cartel]
I think it's Lacey she just moved in from Ontario
Her and her partners was at the Hefa 'bout a week ago
Me and Mr. Mo wanted Hen dog straight
Open face in her mouth wonder what she about
She decided to speak ask my name and shit
Playboy bunny ain't this funny
Oh this hoe is so thick
That cutty buddy tight jeans with the bra to match
Telling me she wanted me to fuck her straight from the back
Slap that ass grab her hair she just don't care
Flip her over beat them guts now she gasping for air
Grabbed a towel cleaned herself we burned down a dub
And it will be the same thang next week at the club
You know this hoe
[Chorus]
[Mr. Mo]
I saw this fine young slimie
Said to myself I hope she user friendly
Since I got a buzz off the Golden Grain
It ain't no thang we can run a train
I'm Mr. Mo I play these ladies like a card game
I see you 50 and raise you two hoes
Church girls strip they dress clothes behind closed doors
But when the door roll up ???? the plot thickens
Snatch your paper while you slipping better watch chicken
They try to play you like you dumb but I'm a step ahead
I beat a Puerto Rican drum ??????
They get friendly after three blunts over Remy
After I poke I send them home without a penny
Now stupid is what stupid does
You shoulda known what it was traded your love for sex
Now you love the sex
I shake hoes strip em down like Meiko
They can't say no
Nigga you know that hoe
[Chorus]
[Polow]
Stop let me tell you 'bout this girl that I knock
Come to find she get around like Pac
Good thang that I wore my sock
My rubber my peanut cover
My boy say this nigga cut her
Now shit thick as peanut butter
Cause I'm starting to think I love her
Maybe the head went to my head
Maybe my pimping flaw
Cause ???? ain't supposed to go on emotional see saw
Hit the mall we ball we play
When I called your dawg she say
You gone you ain't home probably out on a date
She hate
I know you there I hear you in the background
But I don't care no more I don' cut you up and back down
??? back in town we spending time again
I asked you bout my homeboy partner [Oh he's just a friend]
Then you got on the bed and gave me some head and everythang
And what I thought was love was nut it left when I came
Oh yes she had some game
She stood 'bout six four [Oh you talking 'bout her?]
I ain't gon' say her name but yall know this hoe
[Girl giggling]
[Chorus 1: Jim Crow]
The ladies they choose
They love when I cruise
They all want to sleep with me
Because of 22's on my car
(Cars, cars, cars)
Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's
When you get up inside
Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car
(Cars, cars, cars)
I met this chick in a drop, '67 Crovette
I offered to call her
But she's playin' hard to get in her car
(Cars, cars, cars)
Every girl that I know
And every girl that I see
They all wanna cut
But it's really not me, it's the car
(Cars, cars, cars)
[Verse: Mr. Mo]
I'm in the Regals 'n Cutlass, Impalas
Trucks, they fuckin' be droppin'
Engine's suspension be squeeking
Bitches by speakers they freaking
Police they catch us indecent
In the vehicle that's leased up
Buddy in the Cutt all tree'd up
He knew what it was so he eased up
Musta' been the candy paint (paint)
That attracted them jackas and skanks (skanks)
Know that them hams is spanked (spanked)
For the Candid Camera man
Everybody face get stuck (stuck)
When the brand new Benz pull up
And it's sitting on the dubs in Trade (Trade)
Jump out wit a throwback Braves (Braves)
Nigga ain't playin' this treal (treal)
I got a crib but the cars where I live
[Chorus 2: Jim Crow]
The ladies they choose
They love when I cruise
They all want to sleep with me
Because of 22's on my car
(Cars, cars, cars)
Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's
When you get up inside
Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car
(Cars, cars, cars)
[Verse: Polow]
Hold up, bendin' corners (bendin' corners man)
On 22's (on them Lil' Joe's man)
I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga)
That groupies choose (that groupies will do)
Now I'm a G (G - G)
Straight from the start (start start, start)
And when I pull this pistol (pow pow)
It's gon' stop ya hard (awww)
Give it to me now, figaroh figg-aroh
I'm old school, fall through in the '84
Wit brick red top, Cadillac brome
That's why your baby mama won't leave me 'lone
Got a girl named Shanelle wit a blue Chevelle
Big lil' freak from ATL
Got a freak named Tonya wit a black Impala
Ten-thousand dolla' rims, still stay wit her mama
Now she's so ghetto, but it's all gravy
I ain't got nuthin' but love for ya baby, now pay me
Got a older lady, she drive a Mercedes
The only thing crazy is the hoe smell shady
But, yes of coarse, yes of coarse
By age 20 I'm pushing Porshe
I'm the boy wit the raps, hoes on my back
Ain't nuthin' in the world like my Cadillac
[Bridge: Jim Crow]
We pull up in the vert like WHAM!
Shawty in the skirt like WHAM!
Gave her two minutes in the back like
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Yea, that stankin' lankin' WHAM!
(Cars, cars, cars)
Make a lame ass niggas say DAMN!
[Verse: Cutty Cartel]
'87 Re-gal, gut so clean
Eights and bolds on the Cuttlass Supreme
Original paint, dudes in the back
Thangs I do to that old school 'Lac
Mink on the necks, bitch on the grill
Cherry wood when I whip my wheel
Some bought us a Beem, the girl gon' drill
Chrome on the rims on this car here
Candy apple wit a slant in the ass
I scoop this girl off Ashley
She don't care bout spending her change (her change)
She just like riding on these thangs
[Chorus 1]
Come on holla
AHHHHHH
[Chorus]
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa
You beta holla at a playa
[Verse]
Southbeach ocean air them girls was hollerin' like, AHHHHHH
Oh yea that's me, fin' to hit them jet ski's I'm in Miami
Like I just wanna like I just won a grammy somebody told Tammy
Good head make me sleep good then she woke up yellin' AHHHHHH
Got scared of them roaches man
Forgot my lil' cuz dropped them candy canes
This the shit I go through tryin' to entertain
Well I had this chick man I pulled out my dick she like AHHHHHH
Start screamin' and shit (ah)
She said damn that's a big ol' dick it's ridiculous
And yo stock is so pepperish
So she on the flo' the next thing ya know it's like AHHHHHH
Her husband bust through the door (oh)
So dipped, jumped in my 84's
Stopped short, oh no, I forgot my Kangol
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Holla at a playa when you see me in street
Holla at a playa when I'm walking on my feet
Holla at a playa when I ain't in my car (yea)
Holla at a playa when I ain't buyin' at the bar
Holla at a playa cause you knows it goes down
Holla at a playa man I'm from A - Town
Holla at a playa man y'all really slow man
Holla at a playa sharp crease get hoes
[Chorus]
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at a playa! holla at a playa!
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at a playa! holla at a playa!
[Verse]
Man I woke the next morning rolled over like AHHHHHH
Who the hell is this broad
Good lord I pause for the cause
See she fast asleep with her hands on my balls
I'm searching on the floor didn't see no rubber package
Now I'm screamin' like AHHHHHH, what the hell did I do?
Man girl don't tell nobody about this shit here
In fact, don't even speak when I see you
I say, hey, you, need to holla at these boys
These boys called Jim Crow (in the A - Town)
Fuckin' niggas know worldwide
With a car full of helpers inside
Then they came like a thief in the night (in the night)
Don't know why niggas actin' surprised (betta' holla now)
We gone in the blink of an eye
So ya betta' holla cause we don't say bye
[Chorus]
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at a playa! holla at a playa!
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at a playa! holla at a playa!
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
Yeaaa, holla at playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa when you see me on the street trick, AHHHHHH
[INTRO: Juvenile]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckas
Y'all better respect the South
We on a come-up, nigga
And we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[CHORUS]
It be them Flaw Boyz, ????
Thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-haw
We like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boy
Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy
[VERSE 1: Mr. Mo]
I say no more talk, my liquor is malt
A nigga never went to jail cause I ain't never got caught
Now see it ain't my fault your boys sketched in chalk
???? shoulda learned the game that you bark
See some niggas, they make me mad
These hoes, they got it bad
They ain't recognize, do the math
And you will see they all bitch-made, lemonade
Grown as hell but they actin like they 8th grade
You need to play with a full deck
Work a sweat, break a bitch and all I want is my check
Is that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next?
To get spiced up late night, Frapper's Delight
(Nigga, whatever you like)
[VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel]
On point like they droppin a beat, let's be discrete
About these bullshit stories you hear up in the street
I'm down to my last sheet, no mo' chance to roll
Control everything I do, now how 'bout you?
Me, he and even she
Whoever who, no debate, I can't wait
On shortie, to see what they do
When they lose it all and ball, no flaw
While you lickin all off on her bra
We lickin for the cheese in the cash drawer
With the safe unlocked, over a boy that got got
And it's some foolish-ass spot, the back of the room
Not knowin that his last breath has been consumed
He done ballin
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Polow]
Ha-ha-ha (Yo, who the fuck is he?) Shawty Pimp
The nigga that gives a damn 'bout a b
Roaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leash
Eat good for the free, Fleetwood, a Caprice
That's what we ride in, hide in from no enemy
Preacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy me
Hennessy has the tendency to make a nigga stupid
Can't whup my ass and all the alcohol said you can do it
But you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthless
Now you're toothless runnin around town lookin stupid
Cause cupid got your heart, gave your bitch a credit card
But she still fuck around with them players on boulevard
I don't care how hard the sound on your record
You don't want nann ?? Shawty Pimp, not one second
Huh? Not one second, bitch, not one second
Now praise the Lord for these lyrical blessing
[VERSE 4: Juvenile]
Direct your shit at Juvenile cause I'm the nigga that you hate
Don't try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your faces
See, the places that I been you can't hang
Unless I took you under my wing and I put you in the game
Ever since I been walkin on this Converse soil
Bitches been joining forces and makin blood boil
But I'm here to spoil the whole royal
??? stop ??? whores from playin
Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?
Boy, listen to me when I'm talkin before I get witcha
Whip ya, rip your little dreams apart
Take that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it spark
Depart before your people talkin seekin vengeance
That's how I'ma handle business, fuck what's the consequences
Hittin your residence with Russian-made instruments
Your neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the President
[CHORUS]
Boy, we be serious round this shit, dirty
Ain't nobody fuckin with the South
[Juvenile]
What's up
The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me?
And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga
CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga
Cash Money Millionaires in this muthafucka
My nigga B-32
My nigga B.G. is here
My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk
My nigga Mannie Freezie
Fuck it, nigga
Down South
now i don worried fo da last time
thankin bout how ya'll niggas choke like da big game
gettin slapped like a BITCH it ain't no new thang
without dat cheese see im cakin em up shawty to cut fo fees
now big time celebrity cant u tell frum there
open yo heart to dis ho she light skinned wit good hair
got u caught up in emotions dat u cant replace
now u comin out yo pocket cause she givin you face
gettin laced wit yo boyz i know shawty she wit da dubs
see she da type a bitch'll git u served at da club
pinnin pictures to get you all versace down
straight clown and den she waitin on some weddin vows
LAME NIGGA! u shoulda known dat she wouldn't shit
instead of spendin cheese u shoulda got dat bitch slick NOW!
[chorus x2]
its all about survival do or die
it just aint big enough for u and i
if i dont git u you'll git me
as soon as my feet bless the concrete
now hold up
i think my eyes playin a joke on me homes
i know niggas didnt just finish runnin out of my home
i think its best fo dem to wait fo my hi to settle
because thats da best way they live through da day nigga!
i hate it cause my weight was missing
bust off a couple shots wit my neighbors listening
pissed off cause my safe had a empty space
and murder will be da case if money aint replaced
and i know who knew exactly where my stash was
plus i bet i reach his crib fo his ass does
now hes a has was
life must not mean much
i bring a homocide scene once my greens touch
da phone ring i picks it up aint nothin but-
[a whats up dog i heard you got stuck fo some money now you know i was born
wit a heart full of stone im wit whatever man hit yo boy tell me when its
nigga its on tonite
meet me at da spot
shoot up his gravesite and leave da casket hot
i dont care how we do it
long as it git don
cash back plus some dont make me have to bust some
when it come to money trust none
it be dem hot ones u be runnin frum
see where im comin frum
[chorus x2]
i aint lyin
some times i feel like a microphone
lame niggas keep talkin to me wont leave me 'lone
bit da dome
somebody please turn da speakers on
so these lame boys can hear demselves remindin me ??
beat da wrong nigga down lookin fo a half a pound
but buddy had a ounce so i laughed and i bounced
ha ha ha
shawty pimped a ???
mackin never slackin never cappin say minyon
let me tell bout a crazy ho i meet frum Crenshaw
she was jockin on my state but den a hold up wait
thats da same hoochie dat got Pookie in dat dookie
lied and said that my nigga was physically abusive
losin my cool but i stay calm and i collect there
knowin dat dis ho just want my money and and my sex and
beggin me to go home her so i went on wit da ho (damn)
now she got my stupid ass sittin up in court
shawty lyin yo honor
u can ask my nigga oozie
all i got was some head
hear da teeth marks to prove it
but anyhow i won da case and shawty went back to L.A.
[rule 1] watch yo ass next time you get some face cause
[chorus x2]
[Chorus x2]
Big dreams make big stars
Don't forget who you are
Although I live for today
[Mr. Mo]
I ain't ???? I'm ????
???? bed dream
On the camera scene know what I mean
Get the bitch out your blood stream
See the green make some niggaz cake
Some buy a house on the lake
I'm a cheapskate like chocolate shake
And an ???? for the bath tub like the last love
Hundred and twenty seconds of that ????
Begging me to do whatever I would when I could
And I should but I can't in the hood a nigga ain't
Is it wood is or is it paint
Can't thaink because of the drank
Because of the cheese
Naw it's the jeans won't let her breath
These dollars keep burning quicker than the weed
Nigga please I take it day by day
Day by day
[Chorus x2]
[Polow]
[Talking]
Hey what's up nigga
Damn you don' came up boy
Remember you used to play in the marching band
You was a nerd nigga
[Rap]
Now you was lame growing up you ain't had no hoes in high school
Niggas used to take your shoes at the swimming pool
Used to kick it with the bustaz in the marching band
But you was wicked with the flute so you kept playin'
You got your first big machine when you was sixteen
Now the record label say you on fire like a kerosene
Money changed the scene
Oh you a star now
Got yourself a hundred thousand dollar car now
Damn you big time you don' came up
Go to the strip club every night get your thang sucked
Changed up your bifocals to Versace shades
But you still that lame nigga from the tenth grade
You bitch made and you can't hide that for moneyz
And them hoez got you putting snow in your nose
You dummy, but hey it's just a phase that you goin' thru
You think you got it made if you only knew
[Chorus x2]
[Cutty Cartel]
Picture perfect our stylez
For those who rumor
Only leaving themselves blind to see if you ask me
Should be drug on concrete
Thus few less with heart
Then not to repeat buddy you weak
How it start as an art
A ritual that hasn't evolved
I say yall meaning you
Check em like some girls
Coming from lunch on B hall
Telling your buddies 'bout who you do
Your self help from school like it's cool
You talk too much
You told my girl who I'm drilling and cutting
Yet it's all for nuthing
Still ain't got to deal with that shit
Fuck pain and suffering
I got to get it and get more
Politic connect with the next
To get this Jim Crow shit jumping like some sex
I'm hot flesh I see yall niggaz hating cause we fresh
Some expose yourself lollygaggers and coat checkers
Pay your fare cause I just can't share it's all there
huuuuaaagh!!!!!!
get em buck
get out yo ass
where yall at
yeah
some bandits
some bandits
i dont play shawty muthafuckaz swang my way
everythang i say be real dats treal i feel
thats these bitch niggaz sometimes twist nigga
no rhymin rich niggaz dont deserve shit nigga
i heard u waz a herb nigga
sissy butt girl nigga
give a ho a world nigga
u make me wanna hurl nigga
dont talk like Earl da Pearl nigga
whenit come to hittin ladies naw dis aint no curl nigga
(i love you boo)
sho nuff baby
niggaz sholl been trippin lately
hatin cause im makin dough
listen i got plenty bitches nigga
i dont need yo ho
dont u know da shit dat i got
make dem ho wanna give me dat twa
pluck em pluck em
hard as rock
damn when i start its hard to stop
aint no nigga out dere better
im tighter than wool an leather
fuck u now ill take yo sweater
now bitch git yo shit together
my cheddar is my main focus
????????
we smoke all yall fuckin roaches
(hey muthafucka)
[chorus x2]
we some bandits baby (baby)
i know its hard to understand it baby (baby)
somebody unhand us baby (baby)
cuz we some mutha fuckin bandits baby
a cru brought it in keep it crunk shit
whacha wanna do fake nigga dat bump yo trunk shit
see i don fucked round an told yall niggaz
ridin round in yo hilfiger
i snatch you out yo ???
niggaz gettin slizza
i dont drank dat don
im chillin everyday
when i spendin fo my son
went and got me dirty
hait kinda cutty
me and my niggaz we neva eva wake up early
get up bout two cause i got yo gurl through
she wanted to pat me down when i seen her in blue
in dem bootie shorts (damn) her potna looked fine
if she wanna do it let shawty drank up some wine
so she can git slizza
we can cut her up
take her to one oak and pine tree
nigga wassup
bandit baby
[chorus]
neva put my drank down we havin som ??
boy tell her put dat put dat stamp on it and mail it
record it press it up and sell it
boy u just been approved
put some freedom our plan
we tried to make shit move
we make these beatz like a slave
tell yo ho to behave
git yo blunt and u blaze
i say we real nigga we peal
burnin rubber fo dayz
and it dont stop cuz it wont stop
had a freak but u got cot cause da do locked
hola to dese spanish broads
all da dogz some bandits yall
strait up while u stranded
leave u slizzad like some geritol
over all
we gon ball
neva fall
when u call remember nigga we some banditz bandits bandits
[chorus to end]