Boss'n Up (2005)

Actors

• Snoop Dogg (producer)
• Lil' Jon (actor)
• Snoop Dogg (actor)
• Snoop Dogg (composer)
• Hawthorne James (actor)
• The Bishop Don Magic Juan (actor)
• Ricky Harris (actor)
• Caryn Ward (actress)
• Trina (actress)
• Carl McDowell (actor)
• Anthony McKinley (actor)
• Jamieson Stern (actor)
• Joshua Wright (actor)
• De Anna Joy Brooks (actress)
• Nisa Ward (actress)

Genres

• Drama
• Musical

Taglines:

Some Play The Game, He Changed It!

Quotes:

Orange Juice: So you can go on to make a fat stack, Jack. And I'm talking about a stack so fat, you'll have to walk with a limp for the rest of your life from all the dough in yo' pockets.

Cordé Christopher: Pimpin' and ho'in is the best thing going.

Showers (2002)

Actors

• Eric Dean (actor)
• Brian Crano (actor)
• Jason Bushman (actor)
• Bryan Jackson (director)
• Lawrence Long (actor)
• Eiji Yoshizawa (composer)
• Eliot Schwartz (actor)
• Justin Sobodash (actor)
• Charlie Angel (actress)
• Brian Hurley (actor)
• P.J. Henry (actor)
• Severiano Lozano (actor)
• Jerome Lu (actor)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

Taglines:

Is happiness an endless string of hot one-night stands?

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Orange Juice - Odd Future
• Orange Juice - Sterling Simms
• Orange Juice - Grand Archives

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin',
huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em
Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check
'em son
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and
done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack,
conquer
Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses
written with scalpels
He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the
balcony
How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while
he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage
cowardly?
Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the
doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin'
calories
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Fuck with the Wolves, we startin' to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that
understand
That Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for
free
Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doin' this since Pooh fucked
Christopher Robin, son
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's
dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite nigger turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the
sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the
kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra
shit
I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my
excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like
boysenberries
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get
married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight

One back room, full of bad bitches,
Me and my crew, how we bang bitches.
One back room, full of bad bitches,
Me and my crew, how we bang bitches.
She don’t want me shit with some backstage tickets,
To my show to take the show all the first pictures.
I know where you’re from, needing me for all attention,
Be honest with yourself, all you want is some attention.
You all know, I got something special, lay these bitches
Borrow all my money, you’re officially addicted,
Uh, I’m a drag, uh, I’m a drag,
And you should keep on dancing, ‘cause that tip was big enough.
Uh, I’m a drag, uh, I’m a drag,
Do that shit for me, kill the bass, stay at home.
I want you, I want you
To text me, enchant me with orange juice.
I want you, I want you
To text me, enchant me with orange juice.
Girl, you know I do this for a living,
Bottles of Patrone, don’t forget the lemons.
Table on the corner, caught some couple pussy.
I got marijuana, bring a couple switches.
Matter of fact, waitress, can you bring another bottle?
At the back they come in here with the sparkles.
Spend the night with me, we’re doing it here tomorrow, tomorrow, baby.
Because uh, I’m a drug, uh, I’m a drug,
Meat me at the sofa tub, my room is big enough.
Uh, I’m a drug, uh, I’m a drug,
Do that shit for me, feel the buzz, baby.
I want you, I want you
To text me, enchant me with orange juice.
I want you, I want you
To text me, enchant me with orange juice.
Baby, doing round round,
Got me in the back, imma tuck you down, down.
Baby, took me down, down, meet me in the back, for the sound is too loud.
Live with no regrets, fucking with me, girl, is like smoking cigarettes.
Now there’s nothing left, just a silhouette until you get back, girl.
Uh, I’m a drug, uh, I’m a drug,
You should keep on dancing, ‘cause that tip was big enough.
Uh, I’m a drug, uh, I’m a drug,
Do that shit, don’t let me, kill the buzz.
I want you, I want you
To text me, enchant me with orange juice.
I want you, I want you

If you could believe in all the things
that they told you,
then you could be leaving with me.
If you can rely on all the times
you've been lied to,
you can rely on me.
I've made up my mind,
made it up as I went along.
Admitting that you're wrong don't make it right.
You can't conquer a world
that's always been good to you,