Reali, Tony Filmography

• Around the Horn
  2002, role: actor , character name: Host
• Around the Horn
  2002, role: actor , character name: Former Guest Panelist
• 2 Minute Drill
  2000, role: writer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tuna Roll - Kid Ink
• Do U Wanna Roll - RL
• The New Rule - New Cities

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Business as usual
Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle
Fuckin' 95 wasn't made for a cubicle
Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll
You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch
Hear that errr smell the scent
Bitch I'm all, all in
One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would
What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift
Alumni we the illest
Sicker than contagion
All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'
Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia
Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin
Lets go!
Yeah!
Well Alright!
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes
Swimin' in the money how im livin, boathouse
I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud
Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!
Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in
Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin all that essence
Yeah!
Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb
Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll
[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Batter up, I'm outta here
Find me in the cut like I live there
Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry
See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air
Sorry your honor but I had to kill em'
Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows
And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers
Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings
Tell em!
Im on!
[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Okay, snapback, hatback
Smokin' on that loud pack
Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad
Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts
Im the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses
What up!
Hold up, have a taste
You ain't gotta go to outer space
You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show
Yeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!
Alumini Bitch!
Wheels Up!

feat. Lil' Kim, Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
It's somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
Eastside! Eastside!
its somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
HELP ME SING IT!
[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!
[Verse One: R.L.]
Come on I'll hit you with the rolie ring
cotton candy with a shiesty drink
blazed with caress doin the right thing
and you kissed me once one on the cheek
I remember it like yesterday we'd hop on a bus
and just ride away I knew we would
run away someday and I'ma say if we do...
[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!
[Verse Two: Snoop Dogg]
bottles of moe'do models fa sho
we havin a good time avoidin one time
layin in the sunshine its all gravy!
pull up hit a switch whats crackin baby
Ride with me slide with a double O'
sip on this moe'moe
get your mother-in-law get your girlfriend's
All y'all can come along
We'll be doin this all summer long
In the Cadillac beatin' up some Battlecat
Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that
Oh you don't drink so you don't think
You ain't gon' win you don't speak, you ain't no freak
cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up
Gimme the cup sit down and shut up!
I be damned we done run outta Mo' again
Here we, here we go again!
[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!
[Verse Three: R.L.]
I gotta chevelot white walls and them
twenty inch blades in the coupe with Snoop
gettin juiced orange juice top down
and feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know
right around my hood right now
lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue
jump high to the beat in the house
a little bit of music and a couple of babe's
a little bit of drank and a game of spade's
take some rib's to your mama's house
I'll so ya what I'm talkin bout its about to go down!
[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!
[Verse Four: Lil' Kim]
Aight God I admit I'm part tricky
Take tricks to cali and strip and get sticky
I'ma get get it crunk anywhere I go
why you smooth haters actin' like y'all don't know
From barbecue's to barmitzvah's
O.G's crack the O.E when they listen to me
Cris on the table push it in the air
Come on pass that shit like that's that shit
We doin Battlecat homies in the Sony
The Bee showin love to the westside homies
Give you somethin you can feel, recognize the real...
Cause it's, cause it's somethin bout the East Coast
that makes us wanna squeeze mo'
but I'ma tell you how we ride
Show you how we do the damn thing...
We gon' show you how we do it
[Chorus]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!

My apologies for the disaster
We'll be quiet when we're in the hereafter
And if it's this too loud for your ears, we
don't give a shit
I tell you we ain't leaving here, just get
used to it
We'll never stop, we'll never stop
(Refrain)
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
This one's for us not for you
We don't give a WOOT WOOT
it's the new rule
Your acceptance don't meet my approval
Turn it up high as fuck is the new rule
And if it's this too loud for your ears, we
don't give a shit
I tell you we ain't leaving here, just get
used to it
We'll never stop, we'll never stop
(Refrain)
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
This one's for us not for you
We don't give a WOOT WOOT
it's the new rule
Hello put your hands up for a rock star
Who can play it
and noot fake it, play the bad shit on guitar
if you call yourself a player move it, movie
it, work it, shake it
Try and break it like the bad bitch that you are
Cause we don't give a
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT
This one's for us not for you
We don't give a WOOT WOOT
it's the new rule
This one's for us not for you
we don't give a
Cause we don't give a
we don't give a
Cause we don't give a WOOT WOOT