Swing (2012)

Actors

• Cameron Bigelow (actor)
• Matthew Bragg (actor)
• Christopher Luczywo (actor)
• Craig C. Stewart (actor)
• Brittany Isham (actress)
• Daniel Wu (producer)
• James T. Ealum III (writer)
• James T. Ealum III (writer)
• Ty Hunt (writer)
• Ty Hunt (writer)
• Ty Hunt (director)
• Ty Hunt (editor)
• Tasha Cooney (miscellaneous crew)
• Tasha Cooney (miscellaneous crew)
• Andrew Hoilett (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

Wednesday Again (2008)

Actors

• Michael Berry Jr. (actor)
• Carmine Caridi (actor)
• Rich Cooper (actor)
• Christopher John Fields (actor)
• Brad Heller (actor)
• Brad Heller (actor)
• Derek Hughes (actor)
• Marty Ingels (actor)
• Jack Kehler (actor)
• Jonathan Larroquette (actor)
• Max Machavariani (actor)
• Scoot McNairy (actor)
• Don Shirey (actor)
• David Weidman (actor)
• Richmond Arquette (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Sunset Heat (1992)

Actors

• Jim Beasley (actor)
• Paul Ben-Victor (actor)
• Luca Bercovici (actor)
• Thaddeus Corea (actor)
• Clifford Dalton (actor)
• Dave Desrochers (actor)
• Heat (actor)
• Pocket Honoré Jr. (actor)
• Dennis Hopper (actor)
• Norm 'Clutch' Jennings (actor)
• Jeff Jensen (actor)
• Les July (actor)
• Joe Lara (actor)
• Bob Larkin (actor)
• Adam Ant (actor)

Genres

• Thriller

Taglines:

Sex. Money. Murder. It's a matter of degrees.

Home Sweet Home (1945)

Actors

• Ernest Arnley (actor)
• Howard Douglas (actor)
• Cecil Fredericks (actor)
• Vincent Holman (actor)
• Gerhard Kempinski (actor)
• Rawicz and Landauer (actor)
• Stan Little (actor)
• H.F. Maltby (actor)
• Max Melford (actor)
• George Merritt (actor)
• Tony Pendrell (actor)
• Frank Randle (actor)
• Ben Williams (actor)
• Hilda Bayley (actress)
• Gloria Day (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Musical

Wright, Eric Filmography

• Super Bowl XXIV
  1990, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Defensive Back
• Super Bowl XXIII
  1989, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Defensive Back
• Super Bowl XIX
  1985, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Right Cornerback
• 1984 NFC Championship Game
  1985, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Cornerback
• 1983 NFC Championship Game
  1983, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Cornerback
• 1981 NFC Championship Game
  1982, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Cornerback
• Super Bowl XVI
  1982, role: actor , character name: Himself - San Francisco 49ers Right Cornerback
• 1981 NFL Draft
  1981, role: actor , character name: Himself - 40th Overall Pick

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Work Hard - Depeche Mode
• Work Hard - Wiz Khalifa
• Work Hard - The Game
• Work Hard - Rocky Votolato
• Work Hard - Muph & Plutonic
• Work Hard - J. Reyez

You got to work hard, you got to work hard
If you want any at all
Nothing comes easy
And that's a fact
Nothing comes easy
But a broken back
You got to work hard, you got to work hard
If you want any at all
You got to work hard, you got to work hard
If you want any at all
Nothing comes easy
It never will
Nothing comes easy
But a broken will
You got to work hard, you got to work hard
If you want any at all
You got to work hard
So work hard!

well let me tell you 'bout some chicks that i know
i got a latina girl that says she want it pronto
i got a girl named savannah, when i call her rapter
she tryin' to chase the dollar, yeah that's all she after
she said she fed up with the modern rappers
there's no energy, just them and me
so i said i got that remedy
i got that o shit, you can depend on me
cause i'm versatile, i can shake up the floor, i'll reverse the tile
you can bet your whole purse every verse is wild
make a sucker mc reverse his style
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
you start to realize that they were all actors
they dropped a tape, and they they thought that they will be a star after
yeah they thought that they were off after
let me Å¡how you how to go from a broad rapper
to a large factor
if you climb too slow, man you fall faster
if you even come close, man you don't have to
but i'm the idiot dude that went from considering business school that lived in my vision
and getting ridiculed
cause you're still a fool until you're a genius
and then you're with a status quo that don't know what your dream is
and then you're with a married girl that don't know where her ring is
and so you're with her fool, and girl that feel gitter english
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
if you're pushing money down it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feeling like it sounds legit, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is, yeah, yeah
i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
dancing, let me tell you something
i'm aiming for the game, yeah you can make that assumption
you ain't sayin' nothin' half of y'all illiterate
you owe for 16s, i'm on the top of my division shit
better than your written shit
you expect that shit that was never impressive
somebody else should write it down, you could take a suggestion
and you say you in the game, you ain't even contesting
you show chains, i show you lanes how to make an investment
yeah, diversify, and i never ever had to make her decide
Å¡he ain't never ever been in the air that high
man i get this shakes wings so these birds can fly
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)

Get Low Records motherfucker
Bringin the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it right
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B
Chorus
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a Philly
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh
Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga
Fuck all your major labels nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B

You work hard, till your work is done man
You work hard enough to be a man
Its a real climb into your desk man
Day off, shut off when you can
Tell me to be quiet, cause there's nothing as golden as
silence
And work as hard as you can
Tell me I'm the new kind of american hero

[Verse 1:]
You rise early, fall outta bed to get to the nine to five
Gotta get paid it's do or die swept in amongst the suit and ties
Peak hour traffic moving by, your stop get off and supervise
Prepared with skills to utilise Friday morning walking move aside
Huge pressure better be super wise, who am I? Working class suicide
This is for the blue collars who do the grind, tread water, scuba dive
Honest dollars now move the line, accomplished scholars, whose to thrive?
In a mutual divide? (mutual divide) In due time it'll pay off
With a new life and a safe box, you'll cruise by in the same socks
Ya too polite to ya lame boss, moonlight, tablecloth
Not tonight it's been a hard slog, Friday night knock off
You the chosen few and a boom box
[Chorus:]
You work hard just to pay off them loans
With ya gas bills and ya mobile phones
And ya keep workin' till ya own ya own home
And ya won't stop, don't stop never leave it alone
Make some noise if ya love to get paid
Make some noise if ya love to get paid
Make some noise if ya love to get paid now
Make some noise if ya love to get paid
[Verse 2:]
Whatcha gotta do is handle the biz, own ya own home with a wife and kids
For a slice of the pie, it's the grind and grit, you can get by over the minor glitch
Without the brick stackers, bread packers we'd be left lost
Minus the virus hackers, vet practice and a guest spot
With no tractors, janitors, managers or red cross, we'd be breathin in a season
That's seein chaos, we line up like soldiers waiting to finally step off
Friday and it's 4:59 about to knock off
Clock off, get home and bust them bloody socks off
I'm a head to dummetts barby and party with some scotch
Thirst on the brink, breaking point first drinks shake them coins
Get rowdy and make some noise
Ladies night or hangin with the boys
All week employed now it's Friday night the vibe is to destroy
We humans consumin the decoy we build houses, save lives, sign contracts
This goes to the hard workers scrape them scraps
[Chorus x2]
Make some noise if ya love to get paid
Make some noise if ya love to get paid
Make some noise if ya love to get paid now

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell y'all the story of my life, get to know about my passion
Always dreamt big and I turned it to an action
Wondering where I could be in a couple years
Assemble a strong team no muskateers
I paint a picture, I'm a well deserved artist
Out of my colleagues, I seem to work the hardest
I never had money so I worked to where I am now
My team with me, you will never see a man down
My family and single mom that be strugglin'
Life's speeding up so I got the seat buckled in
I promise mom if I make it big one day
She won't need to wake up for work on a monday
Never get distracted by them undercover pretty hoes
And why's that I gotta shoot my own videos?
I don't promote so the whole fucking city knows
Don't you get it though? The worlds bigger hoe
[Bridge:]
I don't really know where I'm going
But I know what I want
I can see it going far
And I'm reaching for the stars
And it's showing
With everything that I do
It's just me and my crew
And we're gonna make it through
[Chorus:]
I work hard, it ain't no secret
You better believe it, I'm gonna achieve it
I work hard, you might not see it
No time for sleeping, swimming in the deep end
I work hard, whatever is needed
Life's just speeding, need a little freedom
I work hard, I work hard
I work hard, I work hard
[Verse 2:]
I decided to do rap and just try for fun
My younger days, I was always just the quiet one
Time and wisdom is what got me my position
If it wasn't for my peers then I don't see my existance
Women and fame is all the things I'd never chase
If it's right than it will come, you will get your way
Never took astronomy but I know I'd be a star
Not the kid who 'wows' everytime they see a fancy car
They expect me to be social, speaking up
And in reality, how many of y'all believe in us
The haters, a part of when you're reaching up
Owning a maserati, that's part of the things I'm dreaming of
Women seeking love, they believed in lust
Don't start a chapter if you can't read the trust
Don't judge a book by it's cover