A strap, sometimes also called strop, is an elongated flap or ribbon, usually of fabric or leather.
Thin straps are used as part of clothing or baggage, or bedding such as a sleeping bag. See for example spaghetti strap, shoulder strap. A strap differs from a belt mainly in that a strap is usually integral to the item of clothing; either can be used in combination with buckles.
Straps are also used as fasteners to attach and bind items, to objects, animals (for example a saddle on a horse) and people (for example a watch on a wrist), or even to tie down people and animals, as on an apparatus for corporal punishment. Occasionally a strap is specified after what it binds or holds, e.g. chin strap.
Mere two-inch-wide nylon vehicle tow/recovery straps are commonly rated at 20,000 lbs. break strength.Webbing is a particular type of strap that is a strong fabric woven as a flat strip or tube that is also often used in place of rope. Modern webbing is typically made from exceptionally high-strength material, and is used in automobile seat belts, furniture manufacturing, transportation, towing, military apparel, cargo fasteners, and many other fields.
Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums.
His rap name is a acronym for "Sex, Pistols, Indo, Cash, and Entertainment". He was first discovered by rapper Too Short. His first release, Let It Be Known EP, was not well known or widely released, and included seven old-school style tracks. His self-titled debut album Spice 1 was a very vivid and fatalistic gangsta rap album, and his angry, edgy, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire. Spice 1 managed to release six albums under Jive records along with one greatest hits album. It was reported by Jive that he has an album called "Full Metal Jacket", which was supposed to release under Jive. However, Spice 1 stated in many interviews that this information was false. It was something Jive wanted to push him into releasing, but he never agreed to do so. Therefore, the album was never released and it is uncertain whether or not songs for this album were used for future albums or if any songs were even recorded for this project.
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When their luxurious tour bus breaks down, budding hip-hop group Travis Porter becomes stranded in the remote town of Red Rock. After the bus driver witnesses a horrific crime, the group discovers the town's deadly secrets & they must escape by any means necessary.
Keywords: african-american, cult-film, drinking, explosion, junkyard, redneck, revenge, shootout, tour-bus
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She caught his eye. He was caught off guard. Now Daryl Allen is caught in the line of fire. After six years behind bars, a reformed street hood(Bokeem Woodbine) puts down his gun and struggles to go legit. But when a beautiful, mysterious young woman gets him involved with a bag of stolen diamonds, corrupt cops and a Jamaican mobster, his dreams for an honest future are shattered by a hail of gunfire. Snoop Doggy Dogg and LL Cool J cameo in this gritty action-thriller, from the producers of "Menace II Society" and "Tales from the Hood".
Keywords: acid, african-american, betrayal, bulletproof-vest, castration, cemetery, chase, convicted-felon, desert-eagle, diamond
This game has only two rules. Do or die.
Daryl Allen: I ain't goin' out like no punk
Plot
Based on the true story of a small-town Indiana team that made the state finals in 1954, this movie chronicles the attempts of a coach with a spotty past, and the town's basketball-loving drunk to lead their high school team to victory.
Keywords: 1950s, afi, alcoholism, athlete, based-on-true-story, basketball, basketball-movie, basketball-player, championship, coach
It'll go straight to your heart.
They needed a second chance to finish first.
Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: Clete, you tell him. Sectionals of '33, one point down. Five, four, three, two, one, let 'er fly... in and out. Yeah, well, I was fouled...
Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: I know everything there is to know about the greatest game ever invented.
[to player who is praying]::Coach Norman Dale: Strap, God wants you on the floor.
Jimmy Chitwood: I play, coach stays. He goes, I go.
[Just before the big game]::Preacher Purl: And David put his hand in the bag and took out a stone and slung it. And it struck the Philistine on the head and he fell to the ground. Amen.
Coach Norman Dale: My practices aren't designed for your enjoyment.
Myra Fleener: Leave him alone, all right? He's a real special kid and, and I have high hopes for him and... I think if he works really hard, he can get an academic scholarship to Wabash College and can get out of this place.::Coach Norman Dale: Why, do you have something against this place?
Coach Norman Dale: Welcome to Indiana basketball.
Opal Fleener: Sun don't shine on the same dog's ass everyday, but, mister you ain't seen a ray of light since you got here.
Coach Norman Dale: I've seen you guys can shoot but there's more to the game than shooting. There's fundamentals and defense.
[Verse 1:]
Yea I keep a glock
Treat em like my socks
Gotta put em on before I leave the spot
Cause they see the chain and they see the drop
Paint so wet I'm a need a mop
And you see the girl, she hella fine
I know she's yours, but you better le it slide
Cause he strapped
He paid
Heat on me, yepp d-wade
[Chorus: x2]
Catch me in the lab see me in the trap
Or I'm at the crib postin with a strap
Ridin in my car, it's sittin on my lap
I ain't goin far but I'm still with the strap
[Verse 2:]
See I'm not tall, plus I'm kinda slim
So run up on me, I be shootin at you like a rim
Straight swish, nah I can't miss
Earn my stripes in the streets, call me K-Swiss
Thinkin that I'm liein, gone need pat him down
No I can't dance, but it hammer time
When I'm in the club, yea they let him in
Though I got the strap on like a lesbian
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Ok, step up in the lab just to focus on the song
Approach a nigga wrong
Watch me smoke him like a bong
Yea when we go to war, hope he know it on
Goin tougher than a totum, turn your shorts into a thong
Yea better learn quick, just like a got my permit
I be down to wet a nigga up like a sherm stick
Cause I pop guns and you pop tabs
Though my trigga finga itchy like you got crabs