'Real Estate Industry' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Buying and Selling: 20 Best Kept Secrets (2009)

Actors Erik Klein (editor), Lesley Wolff (actress), Sabrina Soto (actress), Sabrina Soto (actress), Sabrina Soto (actress), Lisa Lotti (miscellaneous crew), Brian Balthazar (producer), Emily Newman (miscellaneous crew), Katie Leary (miscellaneous crew), Suzanne Ferucci (producer),

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  Real Estateshow lyrics

  Real Estate

  [B-Real]
  You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
  A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
  I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
  Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
  See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off
  A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
  some go nut, the power of the last one
  slower, flower, blower
  Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
  cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
  I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
  Now you can't see I'm real great?
  Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
  [Sen Dog]
  All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
  Step off! You know why?
  This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!
  [B-Real]
  This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
  Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
  Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
  But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
  was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
  of a minor ?
  All for 47, swung ? eleven
  Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven
  Weak ducks, duckin and buckin
  Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
  From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
  So go 'head, talk your punk shit
  Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ?
  Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
  Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
  Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
  [Sen Dog]
  Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
  Another fly verse
  Straight from the deficit
  Another scripture of B-Real
  Yeah.. get funky, Real
  This is the Lower Eastside of things
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill
  [B-Real]
  You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
  Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
  I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
  Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
  everything you know, still you can't do no
  damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now
  the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
  G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
  I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
  and choke off, the hypes I cook off
  The dialectic, funk-elistic
  Chew slower or become another statistic
  Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
  Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
  [Sen Dog]
  Yo I told you to keep down brother
  The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G
  Wake up Hill
  They gotta keep goin back to the old school
  So they keep goin out
  Cause they're just not Real
  Ha yeah that's right fool
  [B-Real]
  Yes the master pass, kick your ass
  and feel combustion, for the dope blast
  Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G
  Get caught up, then you get shot up
  See, violators will be prosecuted
  by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
  Not so, no there's no sellout
  You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
  Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
  Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
  [Sen Dog]
  Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
  Don't come on the Hill
  That's right
  Get off the Real Estate
  Get off the Real Estate
  Get off the Real Estate

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  Real Estate

  [Intro:]
  Ya'll already know what it is man
  If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
  Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
  They feelin 'em at all, these niggas a mirage
  Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
  Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
  Cops fuck with me hopin to get a charge
  Hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
  If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large
  Got me speedin down the interstate
  See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
  Hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
  Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
  Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate
  Money come in cash plus in the bank
  Nigga don't believe me, throw it in your face
  Bitch I'm in the building like real estate
  [Chorus:]
  They say I'm still the same
  You know it ain't a thang
  Except the zipcode ain't a damn thang changed
  I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
  Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
  I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
  Find the baddest bitch and get her number,
  I don't even call her (call her, call her)
  Feel like a million dollars
  When they make it,
  They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
  Dollar bill, dollar bill
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  When they make it,
  They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
  Dollar bill, dollar bill
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  Cause that's how I feel yup
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation
  Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation
  Couple stars with me, that's a constelation
  Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation
  Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing
  Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,
  V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it
  12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang shit
  Gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
  Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from 'em
  Laughin my all the way to the bank
  Tried to talk but they can't
  They just stand ther, e when they starin
  Hatin, mumblin,
  What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
  Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin
  400 on a zip, blow it all day
  Another city, state, another mill to make

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  Snow Daysshow lyrics

  Snow Days

  Oh, you walk so slowly
  Under the pull of this high tide
  Thinking about the old days
  Thinking about these lines
  February down by the shore
  The waters never freeze
  Despite the ice and snow
  The snow up to your knees
  Bright grey sky, make your eyes feel sore
  As you walk into the breeze
  All you had to know

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  Real Estate

  This is really not my home
  Where are you, my lovely Jenny?
  I'm afraid and all alone
  There is no peace for me
  And I'm sitting in the stranger's room
  Playing at the stranger's table
  Shining empty like the moon
  There is no peace for me
  Chorus (after each verse):
  But in the darkness struggle cold
  I think about a garden valley
  Gentle as the leaves unfold
  Singing out along the Tay
  Distant and so far away
  There is no peace for me
  I'm blinded by your city lights
  I wander through these fearful places
  The colors fade to black and white
  There is no peace for me
  These are not the friends I know
  These are not their smiling faces
  A desert that no one should know
  There is no peace for me
  Now I know and feel it well
  The immigrant's deep sunken feeling
  Standing at the gates of hell
  There is no peace for me
  Burned out by their master's greed
  Cruel exile, transportation
  Robbed of every love and need
  There is no peace for me

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  Real Estate

  Way too detatched to fight the waves...
  Reptiles have overtaken everything... but there's still
  so much to save.
  Don't ever let them change your face.
  Don't ever let them change your face.
  Let them feast upon their own shit.
  Let them split their tounges to lie with both ends.
  Let them fill their plates with the dead.
  Never let them make your face real estate.
  (×2)
  Let them feast upon their own shit.
  Let them split their tounges to doublespeak again.
  Let them fill their plates with the dead.
  Never let them make your face a mask to hide behind...
  A part of their design... An accomplice to this crime...
  A product they can buy or sell in any way.
  If that's all that you can save, never make it real

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  Black Lakeshow lyrics

  Black Lake

  We went to the lake and we sat in the sand
  Echoes came over those fresh summer jams
  The water was warm from the sun beating down
  We waded in slow 'til we couldn't touch the ground
  Swimming beneath the power lines
  We left our streets for the pines
  The boats are in the harbour
  Down by the bay
  The boats are in the harbour
  Waiting for clear days
  It's just a matter of time

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  Drumshow lyrics

  Drum

  You gave me a drum
  I forget where it came from
  You threw a party
  And you asked me to come
  I think that it was fun
  People were there
  You asked me not to stare
  I think that I was drunk

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  Wonder Yearsshow lyrics

  Wonder Years

  I'm not trying to be cool
  I only wanna be kind
  I know that I've pissed you off
  Baby, better rewind
  But I'm not yours and you're not mine
  No, I'm not ok but I guess I'm doing fine
  Jealous lovers, left behind
  'The Wonder Years' passed me by
  Far away but still on my mind
  I think of you from time to time
  But I'm not yours and baby, you're not mine

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  Real Estate

  just bought a house, can't deal with the space
  just bought a beat, can't deal with the bass
  before you use lived good, they'd deal in the bass
  you'd only feel real with concealing the mase
  not now while you made a great choice
  this'll be a good home, i think you gotta a nice voice
  however you seen cause it feels real fresh
  cause the rappers over here don't ever say "def"
  brownstove coal lady, opposite arrest
  we deal in condominiums, they usually weigh out
  windows on your side view, when you go down south
  over there it's okay to have gold in your mouth
  i sold crew a house now it's a workstore
  real estate sales are the oldest turf war
  we've got proxy even though it hurts more
  you're on a lease if your major label
  I made a deal today with selling real estate
  owning land, i wrote so slow
  oh no, go-go i'm a focused man
  is gotta good look, let's get's em on the block
  with a grey suit, hey you, don't really get it
  you undersell a house, let's get more specific
  i outsell my city, put your eyes on the digit
  i get more billings than the parkland district
  and whyte.ave sit on my face for the bus
  trust.. me, i know some other salesman that
  we're the same wave, but their character fails them
  they sellout and their heads unfurl then
  you won't see me where i'm by a pool with my girlfriend
  no guns, notice this a safe neighbourhood
  where everything is okay and alright and all that
  what's your sales pitch sir? there ain't know tellin
  i own the same house that i'm selling
  I made a deal today with selling real estate
  yo, hurry hurry now, hurry up, hurry quick
  rappers on the radio don't talk about shit
  i know a couple kids who went to school for this
  then dropped out, hopped out with a wack single
  remember that the chorus is a fast food jingle
  that gets you in spots where the hearts start to mingle
  ok pot roast, stop those raptors that are not gold
  seller
  that are not no better than the states

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  Beach Combershow lyrics

  Beach Comber

  What you want is just outside your reach
  You keep on searchin'
  You're walking down that Pensacola beach
  You keep repeatin'
  While you're waiting for that sound
  Apparatus to the ground
  You're stealing from the lost and found
  But what you find
  ain't what you had in mind
  Until you find your Rolex in the sand
  You won't be stopping
  Until that solid gold is in your hand
  You won't be happy
  Nah, call your office on the phone
  You can't say you won't be coming home

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  Basementshow lyrics

  Basement

  See me in the basement
  Watching the water rise
  See me in the classroom
  Watching the seconds tick by
  See me in the attic
  Trying out a new disguise
  See me in the hallways
  Avoiding everybody's eyes
  I was on a stoney beach
  Watching the sea birds fly
  I was looking at a mountain side
  From the back of a bus, so high
  The past is filled with episodes
  No one will televise
  I was in the basement
  Watching the water rise
  I was in the classroom
  Watching the seconds tick by
  See me in the attic
  Trying out a new disguise
  See me in the hallways
  Avoiding everybody's eyes
  I was on a stoney beach
  Watching the sea birds fly
  I was looking at a mountain side
  From the back of a bus, so high
  The past is filled with episodes

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  Real Estate

  Feat. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey
  [Hook: Childish Gambino]
  I got a PJ for the whole crew
  Passport looking old news
  Champagne in a glasshouse
  Old money know what I'm about
  Put your money in that real estate
  I put my money in that real estate
  I put my money in that real estate
  Nigga I'm from Georgia that's the realest state
  [Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
  I'm feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-X
  Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
  They don't wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
  I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street
  Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes
  Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow
  Monaco they loved me, I'm wearing something ugly
  But they still know I'm rich though so my doo-rag lookin' stuffy
  Rollin' with the royalty Kauai is just my Camelot
  Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart's
  Pushin' 997's like I'm making fuckin' phone calls
  Half a mill is low bar
  Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White
  Spot me on Dalmatian Croatian girls salvation us
  Make something of myself man
  Somebody let'em know, 'cuz it's that eastside nigga
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Alley Boy]
  Ridin' around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga [?]?
  Gold [?] no ice grill [?]
  Georgia nigga I'm A-town eastside nation wide
  [?] nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide
  Real estate that's my estate Georgia pizza [?]
  Mason Ave, that's my street, we sellin' crack on Front Street
  Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
  New crib got a ticket on it, just cast out some figures on it
  Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I'm too rich
  [?] you can pay your bills on my dick
  My drives license's suspended but I'm still ridin' in a Bentley
  I'm still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin'
  Me and Childish Gambino plenty chips no casino
  Poppin' bottles with models they gone suck on some pronto
  Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that real estate
  Niggas eating of our paper plate we just cop'em with alley 8s
  [Hook x2]
  [Outro 1: Swank]
  Man Atlanta showing love too, man
  Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside
  And for the North side, man them niggas up there be testin'
  Ain't nothing changed man, we still get money out here
  Royalty forever in this bitch
  Gambino nigga, you know what I'm saying?
  That new shit man
  One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up
  Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich
  You know what I'm talking about?
  You know what it is man, yeah man
  Money talk, bullshit walkin' marathon
  Real niggas know what I'm talking about
  Royalty forever motherfucker
  Gambino forever motherfucker
  Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker
  Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town
  We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga
  Man y'all motherfuckers already know what it is
  Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back
  Real recognize real and y'all sucka niggas ain't it
  You feel me? Man don't watch me, watch TV
  Wait, 'Bino on that shit too, God damn
  Man we gettin' that white people money, you heard that?
  Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I'm talking about one time
  [Outro 2: Tina Fey]
  Yeah we in here, we in this thing
  Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
  We ballin' 'till we fuckin' up the hardwood homey
  This is the life we live son
  My president is black and my Prius is blue motherfucker
  Royalty all day, we droppin' racks in Nordstroms son
  That's racks on racks damn it
  You feel me? You feel me?
  This is the part where most people would say something
  crazy and drop the n-word after it
  Not going to, not gonna do that
  I don't feel comfortable

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  Suburban Dogsshow lyrics

  Suburban Dogs

  Suburban dogs get afraid when it rains
  Suburban dogs bark at slow moving trains
  They'll run from your house and come back the same day
  Suburban dogs are in love with their chains
  Carry me back to sweet Jersey, back where I long to be
  By the fumes of the yellow and green, next to my darling
  lady
  Under the spell of a buzzing street light
  I walked alone through the humid black night
  The water was cold from the sprinkler down the road
  So I walked on through, I was feeling alright
  Suburban dogs get afraid when it rains
  Suburban dogs bark at slow moving trains
  They'll run from your house and come back the same day
  Suburban dogs are in love with their chains
  Carry me back to sweet Jersey, back where I long to be
  By the fields of the yellow and green, next to my darling
  lady
  Back home
  Back home
  Back home

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  Fake Blues

  Just last year seems so long
  When I used to live alone
  Now I sell shit on the phone
  'Cause I don't wanna live at home
  Uh oh
  Well it's not as if I choose
  To be settled with these fake blues
  But your worries ain't so different from my own
  Though I'm far more accident prone
  People ask me for my name
  But this number's just the same
  If this all is just a game
  I have only myself to blame
  Uh oh
  Well it's not as if I choose
  To be settled with these fake blues
  But I gotta find a reason to write this song

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  Pool Swimmers

  Traveling lightly in your neighbors yard
  Burned out rolling candle, calling cards
  Someone forgot the golden one