Dangerous: The Short Films (1993)

Actors

• Gilby Clarke (actor)
• Macaulay Culkin (actor)
• Heavy D (actor)
• Dante Henderson (actor)
• Adolf Hitler (actor)
• Michael Jackson (actor)
• Michael Jackson (actor)
• Magic Johnson (actor)
• James Earl Jones (actor)
• Michael Jordan (actor)
• Martin Luther King (actor)
• Kris Kross (actor)
• John Landis (actor)
• LL Cool J (actor)
• Dan Castellaneta (actor)

Genres

• Music

Quotes:

Servant: I bring to you, the stick man!

Themselves: Michael Jackson is the king of pop!

Mother: [the Kid blasts his father through the roof with loud music] I'm afraid your father is going to be very sore with you when he gets home.

Michael Jordan: Michael, will you show me how to dance?

Father: Turn that noise off! [goes upstairs] I told you to turn that noise off! It's too late and it's too loud!::Kid: But Dad, this is the best part.::Father: You are wasting your time with this garbage now GO TO BED! [slams the door, breaking the glass case for an MJ poster]::Kid: Okay. [gets out several large amplifiers and plugs in a guitar] Eat this!

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Black Or White - Michael Jackson
• Black Or White - Glee Cast
• Black Or White - Ja Rule
• Black Or White - Anvil
• Black Or White - Steve Harley
• Black Or White - Adam Lambert
• Black Or White - Sunz Of Man
• Black Or White - Laura
• Black Or White - Dick Brave & The Backbeats
• Black Or White - Murderers

I took my baby
On a saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight
But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain't second to none
And I told about equality
An it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right
But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sue when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets
I ain't scared of nobody
Girl when the
Goin' gets mean
[l. T. B. Rap performance]
Protection
For gangs, clubs
And nations
Causing grief in
Human relations
It's a turf war
On a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides
Of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places
Faces
Where your blood
Comes from
Is where your space is
I've seen the bright
Get duller
I'm not going to spend
My life being a color
[Michael]
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye
But, if
You're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my brother
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you
To get by
It's black , it's white, whoo
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you
To get by

[Artie:]
Ouh!
Ouh!
I took my baby
On a saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same
[Rachel:]
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight
Hee!
[Santana and Artie with New Directions:]
But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
[Kurt:]
Whoo!
They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain't second to none
[Mercedes:]
And I told about equality
And it's true
Either
[Mercedes and Santana:]
You're wrong
Or you're right
[Santana:]
Whoo!
Ahh!
[Rachel and Santana with New Directions:]
But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
[Rachel:]
Hee!
[Kurt:]
Don't babe!
[Rachel:]
Hehe!
[Santana and Rachel:]
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets
I ain't scared of nobody
Girl when the
Goin' gets mean
[Artie:]
Protection
For gangs, clubs,
And nations
Causing grief in
Human relations
It's a turf war
On a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides
Of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places
Faces
Where your blood
Comes from
Is where your space is
I've seen the bright
Get duller
I'm not going to spend
My life being a color
[Kurt:]
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you
Kicking dirt in my eye
[Santana and Rachel with New Directions:]
But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my brother
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
[Santana:]
Yeah yeah yeah!
[Rachel:]
Whoo!
Black or white!
[Santana, Artie and Rachel with New Directions:]
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white, whoo
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white
([Santana:] Yeah yeah yeah!)
It's tough for you to get by
([Rachel:] Black or white!)
It's black , it's white, whoo
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white, whoo
([Santana:] C'mon!)
It's black, it's white, whoo
([Santana:] Aah)
([ND:] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah)
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white, whoo
It's tough for you to get by
([ND:] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all dont know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they sniffed
I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill
Rock Hilfiger sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
Chours: Black Child
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks I can relate to that
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
[Black Child]
It seem like in anotha lifetime I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes, and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming through in the new blue drop
I be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoes
Shittin in the white Rolls Royce
Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack
I know if I was white I wouldnt like that
Or love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green that beautifully
Exclusively, its me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody
Chorus
[Black Child]
(A MURDA'RA) always got a plan
(A BITCH NIGGA) is a poor excuse for a man
Playas play to win and learn to listen, and listen to learn
(A LAME NIGGA) await his turn to talk
And won't catch ?near jewels? that need to be caught
Niggas know shit thats difficult is possible
A playa pull out and put ya ass in the hospital
For thinkin the possible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
Its Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin with?
Its MURDAAAA

Living in opposition, drawing lines in the sand
We all have a point of view in the freedom of our land
If it's not your colour it's the thoughts within your head
Living in fear and ignorance is how lies are spread
More and more I see it, people dying from gunplay
Horrible acts of violence permeate the world today
We look to blame each other for the colour of our skin
Blinded by propoganda, where did this all begin?
Chorus:
Black or white, black or white
Who is wrong, who is right
Black or white, black or white
Never wrong, never right
When will this conflict subside?
When our hatred has died
When will we learn to get along?
When we learn to differ right from wrong
Living with each other, no more line in the sand
Shedding all the lies and myths, wash the blood from our hands
If it's not your colour it's the thoughts within your mind
Parents teach your children, it's the only hope for mankind

Behind the wall the ears of love are listening
Behind the door they kneel
Behind the boy from whom we steal
Behind the dark, deserted halls of memory
Inside the sound: "ahoy !
"we have just landed for employ
"we need your hands to carru us to our joy"
To black or white
And step on it
Black or white
Between the shadow and uncertain colour
Between the word and sign
Between the man and all his time
Between the sidewalk and the moving stairway
Between the yay and nay !
There falls the thruth we aim to slay
There falls the thruth we do so righteous flay
Come black or white
And step on it
Black or white
Until we gather life and all our dreams
Until we cool the heat
Until we share our cup of meat
Until the trail of waste is put to stud
Until we drift away
Towards the picture in the frame
Our celebratian comes a game to play
Just black or white
And step on it

Michael Jackson Cover
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Rap Lyrics by Bill Bottrell.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell.
Aaow
Aaow
I Took My Baby
On A Saturday Bang
Boy Is That Girl With You
Yes We're One And The Same
Now I Believe In Miracles
And A Miracle
Has Happened Tonight
But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White
Ooo...
They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had To Tell Them
I Ain't Second To None
And I Told About Equality
An It's True
Either You're Wrong
Or You're Right
Aooo
But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White
Go, yeah
Hee, hee
I Am Tired Of This Devil
I Am Tired Of This Stuff
I Am Tired Of This Business
Sew When The
Going Gets Rough
I Ain't Scared Of
Your Brother
I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets
I Ain't Scare Of Nobody
Girl When The
Goin' Gets Mean
(L. T. B. Rap Performance)
Protection
For Gangs, Clubs
And Nations
Causing Grief In
Human Relations
It's A Turf War
On A Global Scale
I'd Rather Hear Both Sides
Of The Tale
See, It's Not About Races
Just Places
Faces
Where Your Blood
Comes From
Is Where Your Space Is
I've Seen The LIGHT
Get Duller
I'm Not Going To Spend
My Life Being A Color
(Michael)
Don't Tell Me You Agree With Me
When I Saw You Kicking Dirt In My Eye
Hee, hee
But, If
You're Thinkin' About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White
I Said If
You're Thinkin' Of
Being My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White
I Said If
You're Thinkin' Of
Being My Brother
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White
No, no , alright
Ooh, Ooh
Alright
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Now
Alright , alright
Ooh, Ooh
Shomon
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Now
Alright
Ooh, Ooh
It's Black, It's White
It's Tough For You
To Get By
It's Black , It's White, Whoo
Ooh, Ooh
It's Black, It's White
It's Tough For You
To Get By

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn sample (Hell Razah)]
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man.. album is out there)
[Snuggle Up]
I gotta be the best at this
Fingle what the next man say
When I spit, shit get serious
Competition I devour
God made devil to show and prove god power
no matter day or the hour
Special, quick to gun test you
Sneeze, I bless you
Hollows may distress you, rest you
Six-feet under, pop do what the bumba
Rise, what happened to my sun? he got done
And yeah, the whole Olympics couldn't run my lap
I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
[Hell Razah]
Cops is racist, death comes in many phases
The courageous stay cuffed behind iron bracelets
Minimum wages, shoot-outs and court cases (get off me, get off me)
Even plans of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim of the crime, big brother's rise
Some'll wonder why father's wanna cry
Different world, same characters in the facts of life
It's your Jeopardy to sell-out, when the price is right
I'm your turn from the Wheel of Fortune, who wanna spin?
You got thieves that'll rob ya coffin, who wanna sin?
We born walking in this Street Monopoly
If it ain't truth, it's philosophy
You better use your words properly
[Hook: Prodigal Sunn sample (Prodigal Sunn)]
Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
(This goes out to my people all over the world)
Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
(Every man, woman and child, boy and girl)
Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
(Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here)
Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
(I write it for my fam, who not here, who do care)
[Holy Smokes]
They said Smokes' in the place
you better pat him on the waist
Caught another case
Slept through my court date
Bombs in place
firearms embrace
Still belt-buckles and brass knuckles
and fuck youths when I tussle
Ghost spread this quick, sick contagious
Gossip, snake-pits, it's filled with targets
Marksmen, sharpen the ammunition
Crushin', lumpin', whatever's tucked in
He said she said she willin' to give me head
if I pay Carned
Chronic blows to the nostrils
stainin' my clothes
CO's smell one whiff of the breath, piss-test
the top Abbot, habits I have it
Shots they stay fabric
[Prodigal Sunn]
Fifty-to-a-hun' and statistics of a father and son
Die from the mouth of the chrome metal
We so shallow in the ghetto with crumbs, we settle for none
Stay mellow to the snare and drum, we wear one
I dare not run, son of a gun, to come in cases
Hood to the centre-stages, jus' my sound ages
Treble high, we smoke berry haze to this
Spend days in this, complete glazed to this
Stereotype deliver more truth through mics
Keep the youth right, don't give a fuck who you like
through day and night, the pain restrain
for the fights of the fallen battleships
panels on the strip, a little laughter for the good times
tears from the blood-drips
Shorty barely sixteen strippin', trickin' for tips
It be the same, all over the world
Ghetto blues, as we rise to the top of the chart
Sparks fuse
[Hook]
[Prodigal Sunn]
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here

Refr.:
Black or white it´s still the same
black or white it´s not a shame
believe in yourselg
black or white it´s just a game
black or white it´s just a name
believe in yourself
Rap 1
Schwarz oder weiß kalt oder heiß
langsam oder schnell dunkel oder hell
in out leise oder laut
gerade schief hoch oder tief
groß oder klein grob oder fein
arm oder reich hart oder weich
leicht schwer hin oder her
rauf runter müde oder munter
Mann oder Frau dumm oder schlau
stark oder schmächtig zierlich oder möchtig
knochig oder muskulös männlich oder graziös
lesbisch oder schwul schüchtern oder sool
blond brünett mager oder fett
alles richtig aber alles nicht wichtig
Rap 2
Ernst oder Scherz Kunst oder Kommerz
Du oder ich Kreis oder Strich
Kondom oder Pille Zwang oder Will
vor zurück Pech oder Glück
an aus rein raus
Vater oder Mutter Margarine oder Butter
Sex oder Liebe Natur oder Triebe
Leben oder Tod Wasser oder Brot
zerstört verschont Sonne oder Mond
getrennt vereint Freund oder Feind
Wenig oder viel Weg oder Ziel
voll oder leer sie oder erFreude Schmerz Kopf oder HerzGewinn Verlust Lust oder Frust
Mercedes BMW Miclh oder Tee

I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight
If you're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had tell them
I ain't second to none
And I told about equality
And it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right
If you're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets
I ain's scared of nobody
Girl when the goin' gets mean
Rap:
Protection
For gangs, clubs, and nations
Causing grief in human relations
It's a turf war
On a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places, faces
Where your blood comes from
Is where your space is
I've seen the bright get duller
I'm not going to spend
My life being a color
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you
Kickin' dirt in my eye
You're thinkin'about my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I said
If you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
I said
If you're thinkin' of being my brother
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
It's black, it's white
It's tough for them
To get by
It's black, it's white, whoo

Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all dont know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they sniffed
I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill
Rock Hilfiger sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
[Chours: Black Child]
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks I can relate to that
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
[Black Child]
It seem like in anotha lifetime I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes, and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming through in the new blue drop
I be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoes
Shittin in the white Rolls Royce
Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack
I know if I was white I wouldnt like that
Or love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green that beautifully
Exclusively, its me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody
[Chorus]
[Black Child]
(A MURDA'RA) always got a plan
(A BITCH NIGGA) is a poor excuse for a man
Playas play to win and learn to listen, and listen to learn
(A LAME NIGGA) await his turn to talk
And won't catch ?near jewels? that need to be caught
Niggas know shit thats difficult is possible
A playa pull out and put ya ass in the hospital
For thinkin the possible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
Its Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin with?
Its MURDAAAA