Diggers (2006)

Actors

• Bill Chemerka (actor)
• Andrew Cherry (actor)
• Richard Council (actor)
• Ron Eldard (actor)
• Robert Feeley (actor)
• Marc Fogel (actor)
• Django Gilligan (actor)
• Matthew Glave (actor)
• Josh Hamilton (actor)
• Ken Marino (actor)
• Chazz Menendez (actor)
• Jack O'Connell (actor)
• Alexander Pickett (actor)
• Jonny Pickett (actor)
• Beeson Carroll (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Taglines:

No one can drift forever.

Quotes:

Hunt: You know New York? I've never been to your city.::Zoey: What? You live an hour out and you've never been to Manhattan?::Hunt: No, I'm from the Island. We don't go to the city - crazy people out there with guns.::Zoey: That is not true!::Hunt: Well I'd like to believe you, but you're one of the crazies.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• P - PESADO
• P - Odd Future
• P - Deja Voodoo
• P - Cause For Effect

Y la verdad
Es que no puedo olvidar
Que un día fuimos felices
No me pidas que te deje de querer
No me pidas que te olvide
No podría
No es tan fácil aceptar que se acabó el amor
Entiéndeme no es nada fácil decirte adiós
No me pidas que te entienda, no podré
Estoy tan lleno de tus cosas
Que te juro que
Si te vaz lejos de mi
No sobreviviré
Me iré muriendo poco a poco
Si te llego a perder
Y la verdad
Es que no puedo olvidar
Que un día fuimos felices
Pídeme la vida
Y me entrego
Pídeme que cambie
Lo intento
Pero no me pidas
Que te deje de querer
Porque no voy a poder
No voy a poder
Pídeme estar siempre contigo
Y me quedo
Pídeme lo que tu quieras pero luego
Dime que es mentira que me vaz a abandonar
Dime que te quedarás
Que nos daremos otra oportunidad

[Hodgy:]
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just rattling, suit taylor never taddling
You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick
On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest
Better yet, I'll build on to the beat like tetris
Remember me, forgetfulness, I am your correctionist
I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef, If head for
less
I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his
dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't
that a bitch
[Tyler:]
Let's see, what's wrong with me might be my fucking
tourett sy-
I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing
So after the showers with Sandusky, me and Sean
Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile me and Lucas
getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
So finally asked [scratch] when I can get my dick
sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was handling
Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance
with me
Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline
Learned some new chords while you uncreative were
sampling
I'm wolf, I spit flow-y partly
As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning
(Tyler calm the fuck down)
No, I'm the fuck now
My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut throat
And if another fan asks for a photo while I'm snacking
on my pizza lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right
Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack
pipe
OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm headed to the
gun store
M-16's and them 16's came out of nowhere like your
kid's wet dream
What you mean old news, Oh you
Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder
than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods
In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody
But luckily had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step mom, none of you motherfuckers can fuck

I smoked P and I'm alright
Got on the P stayed up all night
Smoked some weed and stayed inside
Paper said no don't but I wanna make up my own mind
I'm okay I'm alright
I'm allowed to stay up all night
Nanananananana nanananana I'm okay I'm alright
I smoked heaps and I'm okay
Still smokin' I been up all day
Then smoked some weed and didn't cough no no no
I smoked P and I didn't cut anybody's hands off

always
wanted
cover
crimes
under
false
expression
"transportation"
"resettlement"
"special treatment"