The loons (North America) or divers (UK/Ireland) are a group of aquatic birds found in many parts of North America and northern Eurasia (Europe, Asia and debatably Africa). All living species of loons are members of the genus Gavia, family Gaviidae and order Gaviiformes.
The loon, the size of a large duck or small goose, resembles these birds in shape when swimming. Like ducks and geese but unlike coots (which are Rallidae) and grebes (Podicipedidae), the loon's toes are connected by webbing. The bird may be confused with cormorants (Phalacrocoracidae), not too distant relatives of divers and like them are heavy set birds whose bellies – unlike those of ducks and geese – are submerged when swimming. Flying loons resemble a plump goose with a seagull's wings, relatively small in proportion to the bulky body. The bird holds its head pointing slightly upwards during swimming, but less so than cormorants do. In flight the head droops more than in similar aquatic birds.
Male and female loons have identical plumage. Plumage is largely patterned black-and-white in summer, with grey on the head and neck in some species. All have a white belly. This resembles many sea-ducks (Merginae) – notably the smaller goldeneyes (Bucephala) – but is distinct from most cormorants which rarely have white feathers, and if so usually as large rounded patches rather than delicate patterns. All species of divers have a spear-shaped bill.
Live by the sword, die by the karma.
Plot
In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture.
Keywords: 19-year-old, alter-ego, anger, animated-sequence, art, art-class, art-teacher, artist, attempted-murder, baby
The Man. The Myth. The Celebrity.
Charles Bronson: [Bronson getting paid after his first fight] 20 quid? You're having a fucking laugh, ain't cha?::Paul: Oh spare me the Oliver Twist routine, Charlie love. You need to build your audience.::Charles Bronson: I gave you fucking magic in there!::Paul: Magic? You just pissed on a gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.
Paul: All you need is a name.::Charles Bronson: What's wrong with Mickey Peterson.::Paul: You need a fighting name, like a movie star.::Charles Bronson: Charlton Heston.::Paul: Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type.
Charles Bronson: [to the prison officer he's ordering to rub vaseline on his naked body] On my arse. [officer starts rubbing it on] Not in my arse, you fuckin' homo!
Charles Bronson: You shouldn't mess with boys that are bigger than you.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Charles Bronson: Now hang on to your fillings. Alright? 'Cause it's going to get fucking Leary.
Charles Bronson: [Desperately trying to escape from an insane asylum, Bronson meets a patient named John White who reveals that he is a child rapist. Disgusted by pedophiles and wanting to go back to prison, he unsuccessfully tries to kill White by strangulation before carried off by guards] [Scene change, Bronson walks onto a theater stage set in his sub-conscious mind] I would now like to reenact what I call, "When Murder Goes Wrong". [Bronson as himself, right side facing audience] When do I go back?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Bronson whips around, revealing stage make-up of a female nurse's face on his left side] [effeminate voice and body language] Now now, Mr. Peterson, we aren't going to start up all that silliness again, are we?::Charles Bronson: [whips back around to Bronson, now aggravated] Listen, Nursey, I just wanna know when my trial is and when I head back to the slammer... 'right?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse points at Bronson in a scolding manner] WRONG, Mr. Peterson! Now let's not play sillybuggers, eh? I'll just have to pop you in the botty with one of my special potions, mmm?::Charles Bronson: [Bronson pauses, breathes heavily] When's my trial?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse wags finger in a condescending manner] Ah-ah-ah-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, no. Mr. White recovered, dear. There's no trial! [claps gleefully] Isn't that wonderful? However, you are being moved.::Charles Bronson: [Bronson calms down]... Where?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [giggles, nods, and claps ecstatically] YES, Mr. Peterson! Broadmore Asylum for the criminally insane!::Charles Bronson: [Bronson becomes frustrated again] I deserve to go back to prison for what I did. I want my hotel room back!::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse] Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself some solitary... [Bronson turns back to audience and bows; end of scene]
Charles Bronson: To a terrified woman in a jewellery shop: "Don't fucking move! Or I'll kill you. Alright?"
[last lines]::Charles Bronson: Right! That's enough! He's had enough, come on, get him out of here! Go on and get him the fuck out of here, he's had enough! Come on! You fucking cunts! No class next week. Right!
Plot
In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture.
Keywords: 19-year-old, alter-ego, anger, animated-sequence, art, art-class, art-teacher, artist, attempted-murder, baby
The Man. The Myth. The Celebrity.
Charles Bronson: [Bronson getting paid after his first fight] 20 quid? You're having a fucking laugh, ain't cha?::Paul: Oh spare me the Oliver Twist routine, Charlie love. You need to build your audience.::Charles Bronson: I gave you fucking magic in there!::Paul: Magic? You just pissed on a gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.
Paul: All you need is a name.::Charles Bronson: What's wrong with Mickey Peterson.::Paul: You need a fighting name, like a movie star.::Charles Bronson: Charlton Heston.::Paul: Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type.
Charles Bronson: [to the prison officer he's ordering to rub vaseline on his naked body] On my arse. [officer starts rubbing it on] Not in my arse, you fuckin' homo!
Charles Bronson: You shouldn't mess with boys that are bigger than you.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Charles Bronson: Now hang on to your fillings. Alright? 'Cause it's going to get fucking Leary.
Charles Bronson: [Desperately trying to escape from an insane asylum, Bronson meets a patient named John White who reveals that he is a child rapist. Disgusted by pedophiles and wanting to go back to prison, he unsuccessfully tries to kill White by strangulation before carried off by guards] [Scene change, Bronson walks onto a theater stage set in his sub-conscious mind] I would now like to reenact what I call, "When Murder Goes Wrong". [Bronson as himself, right side facing audience] When do I go back?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Bronson whips around, revealing stage make-up of a female nurse's face on his left side] [effeminate voice and body language] Now now, Mr. Peterson, we aren't going to start up all that silliness again, are we?::Charles Bronson: [whips back around to Bronson, now aggravated] Listen, Nursey, I just wanna know when my trial is and when I head back to the slammer... 'right?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse points at Bronson in a scolding manner] WRONG, Mr. Peterson! Now let's not play sillybuggers, eh? I'll just have to pop you in the botty with one of my special potions, mmm?::Charles Bronson: [Bronson pauses, breathes heavily] When's my trial?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse wags finger in a condescending manner] Ah-ah-ah-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, no. Mr. White recovered, dear. There's no trial! [claps gleefully] Isn't that wonderful? However, you are being moved.::Charles Bronson: [Bronson calms down]... Where?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [giggles, nods, and claps ecstatically] YES, Mr. Peterson! Broadmore Asylum for the criminally insane!::Charles Bronson: [Bronson becomes frustrated again] I deserve to go back to prison for what I did. I want my hotel room back!::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse] Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself some solitary... [Bronson turns back to audience and bows; end of scene]
Charles Bronson: To a terrified woman in a jewellery shop: "Don't fucking move! Or I'll kill you. Alright?"
[last lines]::Charles Bronson: Right! That's enough! He's had enough, come on, get him out of here! Go on and get him the fuck out of here, he's had enough! Come on! You fucking cunts! No class next week. Right!
Plot
In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture.
Keywords: 19-year-old, alter-ego, anger, animated-sequence, art, art-class, art-teacher, artist, attempted-murder, baby
The Man. The Myth. The Celebrity.
Charles Bronson: [Bronson getting paid after his first fight] 20 quid? You're having a fucking laugh, ain't cha?::Paul: Oh spare me the Oliver Twist routine, Charlie love. You need to build your audience.::Charles Bronson: I gave you fucking magic in there!::Paul: Magic? You just pissed on a gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.
Paul: All you need is a name.::Charles Bronson: What's wrong with Mickey Peterson.::Paul: You need a fighting name, like a movie star.::Charles Bronson: Charlton Heston.::Paul: Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type.
Charles Bronson: [to the prison officer he's ordering to rub vaseline on his naked body] On my arse. [officer starts rubbing it on] Not in my arse, you fuckin' homo!
Charles Bronson: You shouldn't mess with boys that are bigger than you.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Charles Bronson: Now hang on to your fillings. Alright? 'Cause it's going to get fucking Leary.
Charles Bronson: [Desperately trying to escape from an insane asylum, Bronson meets a patient named John White who reveals that he is a child rapist. Disgusted by pedophiles and wanting to go back to prison, he unsuccessfully tries to kill White by strangulation before carried off by guards] [Scene change, Bronson walks onto a theater stage set in his sub-conscious mind] I would now like to reenact what I call, "When Murder Goes Wrong". [Bronson as himself, right side facing audience] When do I go back?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Bronson whips around, revealing stage make-up of a female nurse's face on his left side] [effeminate voice and body language] Now now, Mr. Peterson, we aren't going to start up all that silliness again, are we?::Charles Bronson: [whips back around to Bronson, now aggravated] Listen, Nursey, I just wanna know when my trial is and when I head back to the slammer... 'right?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse points at Bronson in a scolding manner] WRONG, Mr. Peterson! Now let's not play sillybuggers, eh? I'll just have to pop you in the botty with one of my special potions, mmm?::Charles Bronson: [Bronson pauses, breathes heavily] When's my trial?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse wags finger in a condescending manner] Ah-ah-ah-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, no. Mr. White recovered, dear. There's no trial! [claps gleefully] Isn't that wonderful? However, you are being moved.::Charles Bronson: [Bronson calms down]... Where?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [giggles, nods, and claps ecstatically] YES, Mr. Peterson! Broadmore Asylum for the criminally insane!::Charles Bronson: [Bronson becomes frustrated again] I deserve to go back to prison for what I did. I want my hotel room back!::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse] Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself some solitary... [Bronson turns back to audience and bows; end of scene]
Charles Bronson: To a terrified woman in a jewellery shop: "Don't fucking move! Or I'll kill you. Alright?"
[last lines]::Charles Bronson: Right! That's enough! He's had enough, come on, get him out of here! Go on and get him the fuck out of here, he's had enough! Come on! You fucking cunts! No class next week. Right!
Plot
In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture.
Keywords: 19-year-old, alter-ego, anger, animated-sequence, art, art-class, art-teacher, artist, attempted-murder, baby
The Man. The Myth. The Celebrity.
Charles Bronson: [Bronson getting paid after his first fight] 20 quid? You're having a fucking laugh, ain't cha?::Paul: Oh spare me the Oliver Twist routine, Charlie love. You need to build your audience.::Charles Bronson: I gave you fucking magic in there!::Paul: Magic? You just pissed on a gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.
Paul: All you need is a name.::Charles Bronson: What's wrong with Mickey Peterson.::Paul: You need a fighting name, like a movie star.::Charles Bronson: Charlton Heston.::Paul: Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type.
Charles Bronson: [to the prison officer he's ordering to rub vaseline on his naked body] On my arse. [officer starts rubbing it on] Not in my arse, you fuckin' homo!
Charles Bronson: You shouldn't mess with boys that are bigger than you.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Charles Bronson: Now hang on to your fillings. Alright? 'Cause it's going to get fucking Leary.
Charles Bronson: [Desperately trying to escape from an insane asylum, Bronson meets a patient named John White who reveals that he is a child rapist. Disgusted by pedophiles and wanting to go back to prison, he unsuccessfully tries to kill White by strangulation before carried off by guards] [Scene change, Bronson walks onto a theater stage set in his sub-conscious mind] I would now like to reenact what I call, "When Murder Goes Wrong". [Bronson as himself, right side facing audience] When do I go back?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Bronson whips around, revealing stage make-up of a female nurse's face on his left side] [effeminate voice and body language] Now now, Mr. Peterson, we aren't going to start up all that silliness again, are we?::Charles Bronson: [whips back around to Bronson, now aggravated] Listen, Nursey, I just wanna know when my trial is and when I head back to the slammer... 'right?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse points at Bronson in a scolding manner] WRONG, Mr. Peterson! Now let's not play sillybuggers, eh? I'll just have to pop you in the botty with one of my special potions, mmm?::Charles Bronson: [Bronson pauses, breathes heavily] When's my trial?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse wags finger in a condescending manner] Ah-ah-ah-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, no. Mr. White recovered, dear. There's no trial! [claps gleefully] Isn't that wonderful? However, you are being moved.::Charles Bronson: [Bronson calms down]... Where?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [giggles, nods, and claps ecstatically] YES, Mr. Peterson! Broadmore Asylum for the criminally insane!::Charles Bronson: [Bronson becomes frustrated again] I deserve to go back to prison for what I did. I want my hotel room back!::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse] Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself some solitary... [Bronson turns back to audience and bows; end of scene]
Charles Bronson: To a terrified woman in a jewellery shop: "Don't fucking move! Or I'll kill you. Alright?"
[last lines]::Charles Bronson: Right! That's enough! He's had enough, come on, get him out of here! Go on and get him the fuck out of here, he's had enough! Come on! You fucking cunts! No class next week. Right!
Plot
In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture.
Keywords: 19-year-old, alter-ego, anger, animated-sequence, art, art-class, art-teacher, artist, attempted-murder, baby
The Man. The Myth. The Celebrity.
Charles Bronson: [Bronson getting paid after his first fight] 20 quid? You're having a fucking laugh, ain't cha?::Paul: Oh spare me the Oliver Twist routine, Charlie love. You need to build your audience.::Charles Bronson: I gave you fucking magic in there!::Paul: Magic? You just pissed on a gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.
Paul: All you need is a name.::Charles Bronson: What's wrong with Mickey Peterson.::Paul: You need a fighting name, like a movie star.::Charles Bronson: Charlton Heston.::Paul: Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type.
Charles Bronson: [to the prison officer he's ordering to rub vaseline on his naked body] On my arse. [officer starts rubbing it on] Not in my arse, you fuckin' homo!
Charles Bronson: You shouldn't mess with boys that are bigger than you.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Charles Bronson: Now hang on to your fillings. Alright? 'Cause it's going to get fucking Leary.
Charles Bronson: [Desperately trying to escape from an insane asylum, Bronson meets a patient named John White who reveals that he is a child rapist. Disgusted by pedophiles and wanting to go back to prison, he unsuccessfully tries to kill White by strangulation before carried off by guards] [Scene change, Bronson walks onto a theater stage set in his sub-conscious mind] I would now like to reenact what I call, "When Murder Goes Wrong". [Bronson as himself, right side facing audience] When do I go back?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Bronson whips around, revealing stage make-up of a female nurse's face on his left side] [effeminate voice and body language] Now now, Mr. Peterson, we aren't going to start up all that silliness again, are we?::Charles Bronson: [whips back around to Bronson, now aggravated] Listen, Nursey, I just wanna know when my trial is and when I head back to the slammer... 'right?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse points at Bronson in a scolding manner] WRONG, Mr. Peterson! Now let's not play sillybuggers, eh? I'll just have to pop you in the botty with one of my special potions, mmm?::Charles Bronson: [Bronson pauses, breathes heavily] When's my trial?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse wags finger in a condescending manner] Ah-ah-ah-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, no. Mr. White recovered, dear. There's no trial! [claps gleefully] Isn't that wonderful? However, you are being moved.::Charles Bronson: [Bronson calms down]... Where?::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [giggles, nods, and claps ecstatically] YES, Mr. Peterson! Broadmore Asylum for the criminally insane!::Charles Bronson: [Bronson becomes frustrated again] I deserve to go back to prison for what I did. I want my hotel room back!::Charles Bronson (as nurse): [Nurse] Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself some solitary... [Bronson turns back to audience and bows; end of scene]
Charles Bronson: To a terrified woman in a jewellery shop: "Don't fucking move! Or I'll kill you. Alright?"
[last lines]::Charles Bronson: Right! That's enough! He's had enough, come on, get him out of here! Go on and get him the fuck out of here, he's had enough! Come on! You fucking cunts! No class next week. Right!
Plot
Using soundtracks and extensive footage from many old movies, this spoof/homage of 1950's science-fiction films brings back many favorite actors from these classic movies, some reprising their former roles, to help destroy a giant stop-motion monster that is threatening to destroy Los Angeles.
Keywords: female-nudity, independent-film, mad-scientist, monster, nudity, redubbed-with-comedy-soundtrack, satire, sergeant, spoof, stop-motion
Col. Patrick Hendry: Look, son, I've been fighting monsters since before you were born. It's never over 'til the final fade-out.::Col. Patrick Hendry: You try telling some Harvard psychiatrist you used to fight monsters. I've looked at so many inkblots, my eyes cross. They've had me doing the Thorazine shuffle for three years.
Dr. Nikki Carlton: I'd recognize that taste anywhere. That's... iguana saliva!
Dr. Carrington: This Thing is older, and wiser, than any Thing on Earth! I want to take it out to brunch, to discuss Nietzche, and Schopenhauer, and the Unified Field Theory!
Yea, Yea, baby, Yea
I like, Yea, Yea, I like
Oh I like ya baby, I like
Oh, Yea, Yea
Check it out
There was a reason I like you
And there's a reason I wifed you
Cuz I never seen nothin like you
So sweet my team even like you
There's no limit to tha things that I might do
And that's why you stay in tha finest
Everything major, never in tha minors
We dine on yachts far from them diners
I'm by your side far from behind ya
And I ain't gotta buy cars to remind ya
Gas you up and put your heart in tha grinder
You don't know what you mean to me, girl
Cuz you more like a queen to me
And I want you to cling to me
Cuz you came here you changed my scenery
It was just like a dream to me
That's what it seemed to be
You need a ring it not a thing to me
(I like) The things you do to me
(I like) It brings out extacy
(I like) You really turn me on
(I like) I like tha way the feelings good things from you girl
Girl you are my lover
When I'm with you
There is no other
A spell you got me under
Please don't you leave I'm on my hands and knees
And now I'm back by popular demand
Rocks is in your hand
So let em know girl you gotta man
Even though you know I got a lot of fans
See me in tha club with tha bottles in my hand
Models on tha side try to holla if they can
Get a nigga home, try to swallow if they can
But you know they can't holla at your man
I'm focused so they can't bother with out plans
White sand we done did that
London did that
Sandrope we done did that
Went to Sydney and dropped dough
Trips to Morrocco
Paris popped more
So ain't nothin else left to do but spend tha rest of my life and invest in you
I know them hatas be testin you
But don't let nobody stress you boo
You know they like that
(I like) The things you do to me
(I like) It brings out extacy
(I like) You really turn me on
(I like) I like tha way the feelings good things from you girl
Aeyo now that we made our bond
It might sound crazy ma but its time to get our baby on
It's time to get a life together
Cuz you gon be my wife forever
Cuz I made up my mind
It's crazy at times
Visions of you and a baby of mine
Half tha hassle
Livin in half a castle
There's no way to act or pass you
I'm blessed to have you
Pain that I loved done last through
Can't nothin in tha world surpass you
I have to ask you
Please be my only my only girl
I can't breathe in this lonley world
Cuz I'm often hounded
Concerts, surronded
By chicks that think Loon is astounding
But without you ma
Loon won't be grounded
Loon would be runnin round clownin
(I like) The things you do to me
(I like) It brings out extacy
(I like) You really turn me on
(I like) I like tha way the feelings good things from you girl
I like tha way you wear your hair
I like tha stylish clothes you wear
The way you kiss me I feel warm
Give me all you lovin all night long
(I like) The things you do to me
(I like) It brings out extacy
(I like) You really turn me on
Uh yea uh yea come on uh
Yo how im gone forget my muscle I just had to switch my hustle n try to make hits to crush
you dance like Nipsey Russel n have puff doin the hustle I do what I must do I keeps my shits
consistent I keep my listeners listen my rocks be glistening I come through blocks be hissin
(sss) but niggaz cant stop my mission my main intention is to make niggaz pay attention I
don't wanna call my hench men I got some French men to come through n put some French in or
Muslim to burn nigga body like incense if loon die wolves come out like n make niggaz hard to
find like moon pies if u wise nigga you'll move like two pies then to stand here n look in
loon eyes
This aint funny so dont you dear laugh im just another brother das out to get cash the colder
the street is to hold ya own if u smart then u neva got to hold no chrome. This aint funny so
dont you dear laugh im just another brother das out to get cash the colder the street is to
hold ya own if u smart then u neva got to hold no chrome.
Now this verse I feel I owe you tryna get dough I show you even if I don't know you tell u
couple things I go through n maybe you can get some dough too just spit yavocals n do this
shit tone n puff do or get the nigga work to pro to I chose a local nigga das proly broke to
so this way a nigga could blow to I beg to differ you the type the nigga the bread get thicker
top ah that nigga head get bigga go head then nigga you don't know where you headin nigga last
year you was a beggin nigga neva said that nigga was even close to be breadrin nigga you got a
plan then get ya bread than nigga I fed you nigga just like moses when I led you niggaz I
could see why niggaz dread you niggaz uh.
Ha ha ha neva find dat funny (why) girl you know I works hard for my money (hmm) you callin
me a thief please don't even try it find ya groupy ass a seat n be quiet she almost got cut
short you know scissors for stuntin on that kidd who neck look like lizard that young Harlem
nigga who likes out exquisite n all the young ladies can wait to come visit (Loon) I stay on
ass like sassune mansion wit 22 rooms n cancun handsome I keep the girls glancing and dancing
prove to rock when 1 blow my advancement neva alone either home or romancing nigga get in the
zone when im rollin my brasin yo chances of you getting this shit is no chance you betta get a
----INTRO
mmmm whatcha say
mmmm that you only meant well
well of course you did
mmmm whatcha say
mmm that its all for the best
of course it is
mmm whatcha say
mmmmm that its just what we need
you decided this
mmm what you say
mmm what did you say?
[Verse 1:]
Ayo a lot of people ask me
How could I let her pass me
How could I let a classy girl
That never harass me
Shorty was never sassy
Me, being so young and flashy
Stuntin' like the girl never had me
Can't say I was twisted
But the heaven in my life, I was gifted
But it's funny how the whole thing shifted
Like a 5-speed stickshift
Ain't lying, homie
God as my witness,
When I had her
Everyday was like Christmas
I stayed on the getless
I stayed number one on the wishlist
If I lose her, I ain't ready to risk it
You walking away
Ain't no way I find the cure for the sickness
The only way to stop the pain is the biscuit
Suicidal is vital, I wouldn't lie to you now
You was my idol, whether you ridin' or not
And maybe because my title, I reside in the drop
But what'd you tell me, girl?
[Chorus]
What did she say?
What you say?
I know I didn't hear what I thought I heard coming from your lips
What you say?
I can't believe you want to say good-bye to me
What you say?
We've come too far to just let it end like this
What you say?
What did she say?
[Verse 2]
Baby, you left me devastated
Because you never hesitated
You said you made it harder than it is supposed to be
Tighter than a priest holding on a rosary
But instead I'm slippin'
Can't feel you holding me
The crack's been revealed
The facts can't conceal
The fact I'm for real
I'm back at your will
You're havin' your way, girl
Have a good day
But tell me what did she say?
What could possess you to make you want to give up on our love?
It's driving me crazy trying to figure out what the hell happened to us
I'll always be your man
You'll always be my baby
And I don't understand what you're saying to me
I don't think I heard you right now, baby
[Mario] Oh yeah, oh yeah
[Diddy] It's your turn now kid
[Mario] Oh yeah
[Diddy] Bad Boy
I want a woman that's down for me
I want her there to take care of my body
(Loon)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair
Someone who's always there
I want a woman that'll show me things
Someone to fulfill my dreams
Settle down wit be my queen
She's the only one for me
Yo Ebony complexion came in my direction
Eyes made connection body was perfection
And got a smile that will light your life up
She make a thug put the guns and knife up
Definitely the type of chick you wife up
Tennis skirts and Niked up throwin the bike up
Eleven hundred Ducatti ain't as fine as her body
Don't believe me should have been at the party
You can tell whether not was her hobby
The way niggaz act you would think J.Lo in the lobby
Or maybe Beyonce maybe Ashanti
The way I feel ma I need a fiancé
The type of love that will last forever
Not a chick that's around just for half my cheddar
Wanna play wanna laugh together even flash together
And girl you can get the cash whenever (Sing the song)
I want a woman that's down for me
I want her there to take care of my body
(Loon)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair
Someone who's always there
I want a woman that'll show me things
Someone to fulfill my dreams
Settle down wit be my queen
She's the only one for me
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the Thriller
In Manilla they call me Young Marcus I'm heartless
But baby girl I'm on a whole 'nother plateau
After I taste you I'll hit from the back slow
You can get it from the back mo'
Until you hit a nigga back whoa!
It was a fight tonight
I'm going out like mike tonight I might bite tonight
You got a right to like
Whatever you want tonight's the night we gon' be right tonight
Bottles on ice tonight
Teddy P. Barry White tonight (Keep going)
Cause I adore you and that's the reason why I spoil you
Foot massage body rub with the oil
I knew I wanted you first minute I saw you
And I was lucky to find a woman that's loyal (Let's go)
I want a woman that's down for me
I want her there to take care of my body
(Loon)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair
Someone who's always there
I want a woman that'll show me things
Someone to fulfill my dreams
Settle down wit be my queen
She's the only one for me
Ayo the things that you showed me the way you consoled me
The way that you used to hold me might have mold me
To the man that you see in the flesh
I promise you I could never be like the rest
Treat you like my moms as far as the way that I love her
Feelings I'm feel inside like the day that I hugged her
Open up the door I help her out with the bags
Car get dirty I help her out the Jag
Folks get flirty I help 'em out with the mag
I ain't lyin' I'm in love wit you bad
Cause you something I never had something I wanna lose
Something I gotta have it's nothing for me to choose
But still I hope that I love get perfected
Even though on the low it get hectic
Feelings we share don't need no correction
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection (Mario talk to ?em)
[Mario Winans]
Girl won't you take my hand (ohh)
I'll help you understand (oh baby)
This could be love (oh yea)
Ohh this feels like love to me
That's why you need to know (to know)
Oh please don't let this go (don't go)
I need your love (ohh) oh (ohh)
Girl give your love to me
I want a woman that's down for me
I want her there to take care of my body
(Loon)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair
Someone who's always there
I want a woman that'll show me things
Someone to fulfill my dreams
Settle down wit be my queen
She's the only one for me
[Mario Winans]
I want you baby I need you lady
I love you baby sweet sexy lady
I want you baby I need you lady
Oh come to me come to come to me
[P. Diddy]
Bad Boy baby
And another one
Loon it's your turn now kid
Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo
I love Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo
Nothin' Nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love cant nobody ever break
us up they should know nothin' nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love can't nobody
ever come between us.
Yo can't nothing come between me n my queen, me n my team, me n my dreams of getting this green. I went from flippin them
things, cripplin triple beams, dippin in different things by any n all means. I seen a lot a hatred a lot a fake shit but I
knew that me n you boo we'd always make it n we do through stormy weather through all endeavors in all vendettas together
it'll all be better what's the sense of having all this chetta if a nigga cant spend winter, spring, summer, fall together
ball forever against the wall whatever but I¡¥m the one that you can call whenever (Nothin' Nothin' Can) I'm yours
forever.
Nothin' Nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why where still in love cant nobody ever break us up they should know nothin'
nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why were still in love cant nobody ever come between us up they should
know nothin' nothin' can.
Now you was there when the gunz was bustin', when the blood was rushin', three shots, 2 dead, 1 concussion through it all
you ain't run for nothing I was on the hunt for nothing talking full length frotin' for nothing chics wanna gimme dome for
nothing when I coulda been home or somthin', watchin' the tube fresh food bottle of vou stead of standin' on the block like
i'm not in the mood have a nigga question high even got with them dudes when I know I can always get it poppin' with you me
n you ain't nobody stopin' it too I rock crock got ?? for you whatever I can possibly do not a hater I ain't
kncokin' ya crew' but they watchin my moves stopin my groove the cock blockin' is threw' on top of that I'm like a
popular dude that's bout to pop in a few but still in all (Nothin Nothin' Can ) ma the topic is you.
Nothin' Nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why where still in love cant nobody ever break us up they should know nothin'
nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why were still in love cant nobody ever come between us up they should
know nothin' nothin' can.
Uh Yea ayo things are lookin' better now Louis sweater now getting chetta now proly why I treat you better now soon as the
soon snow fall you Chinchilla-ed down cat suits n leather now chrome berretta now dice games I feel safe throwin' chetta
down cuz shorty be on point specially when the feds around, stick up kid front she wet a nigga down spit several rounds ya
crown n shut a nigga down up town when we first met took our first steps used to burst check I told you to stop coped ya
first 'Vette gave you incentive lovin' you relentless to have another lover it'd be sense less lovin under incense back
rub, mami for instance public park lovin on benches back yard grippin' on fences hell wit them whences you came
(Nothin' Nothin' Can) through in them trenches naked in trenches.
Nothin' Nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love cant nobody ever break us up they should know nothin'
nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love cant nobody ever come between us up they should
know nothin' nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love cant nobody ever break us up they
should know nothin' nothin'
Nothin' Nothin' can ever come between us there's a reason why we're still in love cant nobody ever break us
up they should know nothin' nothin' can no no no no ever come between youuu n meee eww baby yeaaa
Ewwww Ewwww Ewww Ewwww Ha ha
Yea come on
Ha ha
Yea Come on
Ha ha
Uh yea haa haaa
Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa Check out the bazaar chicks stay showin me love like muahhhh. Bad boys
are quarter million car. Lona caked up u rollin wit a star. (that right)A rich kidd that toke
the biscuit wit European chicks on my way to the district. Witness I went from misfit to give
away gifts to kids on Christmas. What u a thug neva that u wrong the smoothest gangsta to eva
make a song wont take long that's why my cake long n threw all the pain I remain to stay
strong. Most do but get they save on see the nigga loon n wanna get they blaze on play on get
tapped by Shavian cuz nigga Loon been a bad boy since day one.
I just wanna roll wit u daddy (Do what u like) serious can I go with u daddy (Do what u like)
I just wanna be a bad girl (Do what u like) I just wanna make ya toes curl (Do what u like)
Now can my friends come wit me (Do what u like) U know Monica n Nikki (Do what u like) I just
wanna be on ya team (Do what u like) I just wanna make u scream (Do what u like)
Yo I testify I can't lie I respect ya mental but its not that detrimental. Sex is simple n
Loon get enough of it Chicks I hit leave my room n be lovin it. Dro keep puffin it got chicks
dat puff hit so sit back n realize who u fuc'n wit a true play a mac nigga wit Loon. Loon been
get stacks way back since the ruler. Rick The Ruler Ice game was cooler caked up before Jacob
was the jewler ma these othas dudes uh fool ya have u in back seat givin nigga medulla what u
need is a old schooler that a show u the game like Don shula young Marcus young pretty n
heartless niggaz could talk shit I run wit Diddy regardless.
Yo whas the word Loon lookin for Berb just heard the wods im comin round the curb its ubsurb
this nigga dragin the fur n on top of that yo who the fuck is her (who that's) bodacious tight
make sexy faces plus likes sexy places kinky spots like a bakini to pop rough sex make it
steamy n hot (huh huh) I cant lie bad boy be ballin rollin wit this shit they keep callin
(keep callin) whats wrong wit that, nigga u got a jack every five minutes flap ringin off the
wrap (brrrrrrrr) u sling crack? Na nigga I wrap (neva) been 8yrs since a nigga done did dat, o
Yo people say, behind every bad boy is a good woman
But bein the Bad Boy that I am (I'll be waiting)
I never knew how good a woman I had
But see I'm older now (I'll be waiting)
I'm startin to understand things
So on that note baby, I ain't goin nowhere (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting
Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting {I'll be waiting}
(Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting)
Through the storm, through the rain girl whatever {I'll be waiting}
Uh, yeah, aiyyo ma
You gotta understand, lovin you wasn't part of the plan
Was 17, I was far from a man, plus I was part of a team
That put they whole heart in the green
I was too young to be a part of your dreams
I was surrounded by sugars astoundin, plus I'm kinky
Picture Loon settlin down, couldn't make me
Neither your love or the system could break me
A hot slug ma, barely would shake me
I would rather you hate me, than to love me
Mistake me for your hubby
You blatantly tried to rub me, when I'm out with my crew
Show me affection, when I'm not in the mood
We had a fight now you got me confused
You bringin breakfast and a bottle of Voo
Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting {I'll be waiting}
(Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting)
Through the storm, through the rain girl whatever {I'll be waiting}
(Through the storm, through the rain boo whatever, baby)
Just call my name and I'll come running
(And I'll come running for you baby)
Whenever you call, whatever you need {I'll be waiting}
Yo, yo it's funny I'm gettin older now
And walk around with the same chip on my shoulder now
Shit is upholdin now, I'm still thuggin, still buggin
Still resentin your lovin, still rushin to go clubbin
But things that you showed me, have gradually mold me to a better man
I can't lie, I'm startin to understand
Besides a hundred grand wrapped in a rubber band
Besides the screamin fans that be inside
I was a victim of scam and I know you would bounce
When the bankers called and you froze my account
Even though you was mad, you ain't go on my couch
You still left all of my dough in the house
That's what I'm talkin 'bout (that's what I'm talkin 'bout)
Uh, yeah, I'm reminiscin all the days that you waited on me
And never listened to your friends when they hated on me
You the only girl alive ever made me horny
Dear you take me to the crib and just lay it on me
On top of that all the years that you sacrificed
You always made me feel like I had a wife
Me and you a sure thing, we ain't rollin dice
Now it's time to trade rings, let them throw the rice
[I own the club, thats right.
Akon, thats right.
dolla dolla,
especially the strip club
t-pain, convict
I own the club, thats right.
Akon, thats right.
dolla dolla,
especially the strip club
t-pain, convict]
let me talk to em, let me talk to em
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the door like right left back forth
yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stand
the club owner like who the fuck is that?
pull up in somethin tinted,
two hundred on the dash,
yall shit rented
hot drop cash, watch the door lift up
this nigga dont look mad,
Im what you never had
some of this, and some of that
tell that bitch to give me kiss, then I smack her on the ass
throw a stack at her and laugh
this shit to me aint nothing
how much money do you have? thats not up for discussion
Ill be mad she be not in something
she knows whats up, European on them buttons
I been rich since I was eleven
my grams look like sevens
my killers look like revens
and you better count your blessings
count a peace around my neck
misdemeanor on my wrist
got a felon on my pinky
got you blinky when it gliss
I got strippers on payroll
charges in diago
yayo like its mayo
don't play around with me pasos
you should see this steelow, neighborhood neno
bitches call me Dolla, but these niggas call me Debo
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the door like right left back forth
yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stand
the club owner like who the fuck is that?
we the realest niggas that you ever saw
dont make me have to come around spread all yall
the world so small, its a big golf ball
just like the perky titties, just press them up against the wall
and while we toss dollas, theyre just starin at my team
you wishin that nigga had it lookin so clean
track jacket on my back lookin at grean
hangin off my ass is some convict jeans
aint no long feda, gettin lots a chedda
no matter how you look at it, bet I can do better
no need to look better, like a glass of almonral
got a little vendetta, then bring out the heavy
then pull up on the trigga like Im pullin on these hoes
to magic city nigga anything goes
so impatient cant wait, the club close
I bein the the lambo park beside your door
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the door like right left back forth
yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stand
the club on it like who the fuck is that?
shinin like a mother fucker
bbs is black
steve erkle bought a ton
that purple stay stinkin
you talk to that nigga, I got swag, I got juice
see me in that Bentley Coup
right in front of runnin shoop
you be runnin when I shoot,
I be shootin when you runnin
Con got me out the street,
told me Dolla get that money
now Im the club stuntin like la la la la
laughin at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha
look, you fuckin with a winner
strippin often for the dinner
veteran in the game
you wasnt niggas, just beginners
and my d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband
fuck that fightin in the club
you niggas fuckin up my plans
Im tryna get a dance, her name and her number
take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer
you niggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda
album comin soon bitch, get ready for the summer
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the door like right left back forth
yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stand
the club on it like who the fuck is that?
Yea check it out uh yo
Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue
cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I
seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz
make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back
to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some shit
n im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip
im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip
if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical shit so I
grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O shit
this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold
in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had to flee this shit
is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from
caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit
moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest
1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its
somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand
this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is bananas my one plan was to
hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna
squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up
knowin u bout to get shot the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im
bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but
the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but
what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis
nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke
another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died
right on the stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his
right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga
condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck the pigs I don't own no
shovel. What the fuck? Now all that bullshit I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a
single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my
ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real bull shit man
this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison
Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but Ima
ride this shit out man cuz I'm a motha fuc'n bad boy.
i need a fag to let me hold his dick for the rest of my life it gots to be at lest 12 inc to satify me and butt hole!!!!
Sheezy homie let's pop a bottle
This is for the fellas in the spot who wanna rock with me
so now i wanna find me a model
We all came in to do what we do
I know you aint trying to get caugt up
You dont got a problem chilling in the spot with me
So we just wanna have good time P-i-p is about to get hotter
[Chorus]
Peoples in trouble homie and let's pop a bottle
come now momi we sippin Don Perion
know that you feelin em when you jump and harder
Shake in it shake in it get your heart beat low
[Repeat]
If you wanna love somebody
you need to get up out ur seat
If you wanna be my shorty
Then come and give ur love to me
[Repeat]
Oh (what you got player)
Oh (ah, uh)
Oh (ah, uh huh)
Hey yo Loon
Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit
I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think
when a nigga got some cheddar
Girls be like (A LOON)!
Take that, get money, cars, player
That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah)
For her and some friends
You need to be careful playboy
You fine as shit, but um
These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay
Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock
What you got
Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me
And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy
It's a shame you don't hear me though
And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo
I get paid just to spit the flow
And I can't even explain when I get at yo
You know how long I've been gettin dough?
Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay)
Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay
I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo)
Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day
And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight
(Hey Woo)
Boy that's what them hoes say
When they tell that money in your pocket, okay
(Hey Woo)
They be like (woo)
Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon)
(Woo)
Baby that's what them chicks say
When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane
(Woo)
They be like (woo)
Now who that there?
Oh girl, that's Loon)
Uh, check it out yo, check it out now
Why's you all on me, friends is all on me
Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me
Tried to split but the chick keep callin me
Cause I be everything a baller be
Please believe me, my team is cheesy
Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily
Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy
Get my second cup, start talkin greezy
We come consistent, young, relentless
No resistance, girls run from distance
When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan
And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin
This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and
They silk on, that non new trenches and
High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto
But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me
Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy
They call me Diddy
Yo when I come in the club I go hard
All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar
Latest fashion from Hermain and tar
When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star?
P.D. back up for par Dolce jar
Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar
Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh)
V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right)
Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor
Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders
Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender
Flow like August, with arms like December
Twelve years playboy got more to remember
Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja
Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber
Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember
C'mon
Okay, you found me player
You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo)
Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on
A lot of judgment bein passed
Niggaz don't even know what their fuckin talkin 'bout
I go by the name of Loon
And I represent this Bad Boy shit
'Til the motherfuckin casket drop
Damn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo
Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste
In case niggaz suffer the worst case
Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase
I started "Harlem World" in the first place
Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window
Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo
Cause that's how friends go
But niggaz tryna get they ends yo
Forget about the nigga that lent yo
Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla cause your ends low
But look at how far your friends go
Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it
Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it
Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust
That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us
Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust
These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus
(Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes
(Oh you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon
I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat
Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack
Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back
Ride around with my shit in my lap
The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped
I don't get down with you niggaz like that
So all that yikkety-yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack
Make it hard for you niggaz that rap
Cause when you gotta pick up the slack
Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque
You ain't think my flow could pick up like that
The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat
One swing'll bring your shit to your lap
And make you shit in your slacks
Your body shape forever zip and your trapped
Let me tell you about the difference in rap
And the difference is street, niggaz that creep
Bust your shit with the heat
If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet
I'm knockin 'em off their feet
Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep
Uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks
Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back
Hey yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back
Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats
Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that
That's why you ride with your seat back
Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through
ya motherfuckin chest with they rifle, niggaz livin trifle
And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you
Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do
Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude
Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you
Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap
Uh check it out yeah, let me tell you a little story, a little couple street tales, on the shit i be seeing, cuz yo i'm
From harlem and everyday i see shit yo, like this, check it uh
Now here's a story bout a young kid, he had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice, his pops was
Getting his moms was a lawyer and his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's, he fell in love with a chick named
Latoya, but little did he know, latoya was a hoe, lot of shit bout latoya he don't know, she fucked with some nigga named bo
Who so blow, the day he found out he turned the town out ran up on bo and his ass got pound out, but yo when he came through
He seen the devil in disguise, it was bo with the devil in his eyes, mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys, and
Every last one of these niggas ready to ride, beside the fact that this cat in the mix, jaw all broke up but that could be
Fixed, drawers all soaked up because that nigga pissed, full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit, now perhaps nigga
Flipped or perhaps nigga cried but deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die...
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Here's a story bout another nigga, by the name of jermaine, this nigga pushing 30 and still in the game, he won't change
All he do is sniff cocaine, recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain, I'm saying any nigga fucking with jermaine,
This nigga had you hustling in the rain, or bust a nigga brain, this dude was menacin fact, but these domincan cats could
Finish him black, cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight, that kid he had picture, caught ten in the
Face, him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste, but pop never been a disgrace, word to mother, he got contract
Killers, combat niggas, they killed up a whole fifth of Coniac liquor, skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm the nigga,
Found out they know where your mom's at nigga...
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you pamper, got a lot of junk in her hamper, pops was a panther, her mom's
Some happy camper, that thought the whole world of Samantha, moved to atlanta at the age of 18, got a couple girls and
Formed the A-team, some playthings, specialize in blazing, her and her girlfriend Mayling from Beijing, they was bugged,
Harrassing the scrubs, everybody knew bout Samantha and clubs, gullable, get Samantha some drugs and you can take her home
And get Samantha some love, back-shots, yo Samantha don't budge, probably all the niggas that Samantha done fucked, lotta
Kids, she can twist lotta ways, till she found out she HIV positive...
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly, then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Oh yea oh yea
(it's ur turn now kid)
Bad boy
I want a woman thats down for me
I want a woman that'll take care of my body
I want a woman that'll wash my hair
Someone whos always there
I want a woman that'll show me things
Someone to fullfill my dreams
Settle down wit be my queen
Shes the only one for me
Yo ebony complexion, came in my direction
Eyes made connection, body was perfection
And got a smile that will light ur life up
She make a thug put the guns and knives up
Defenitly the type of chick u wife up
Tennis skirts and nike up, throwin the bike up
1100 ducatti, aint as fine as her body
Dont believe me, should have been at the party
U can tell wheter not was her hobby
The way niggas act, u would think j.lo in the lobby
Or, maybe beyonce maybe ashanti
The way i feel ma i need a fiance
The type of love that will last foreva
Not a chick thats around just for half my cheddar
Wanna play wanna laugh together
Even flash together, and girl u can get the cash wheneva (yeah)
I want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do)
I want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair (ohh yea)
Someone whos always there (always there)
I want a woman that'll show me things (ohh yea)
Someone to fullfill my dreams (my dreams)
Settle down wit be my queen
Shes the only one for me
Uh..yeah..uh..yo..yo
When it comes to sex, im similar, to the thriller
In manilla, they call me young marcus im heartless
But baby girl im on a whole notha plateau
After i taste u i'll hit from the back slow
U can get it from the back mo
Until u hit a nigga back whoa
It was a fight tonight, im going out like mike tonite
I might bite tonite, u got a right to like
Wateva u want, tonites the nite
We gon be rite tonite, bottles on ice tonite
Teddy p barry white tonite (keep going)
Cause i adore you, and thats the reason why i spoil u
Foot massage body rub with the oil
I knew i wanted u first minute i saw u
And i was lucky to find a woman thats loyal
(lets go)
I want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do)
I want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair)
Someone whos always there (and i'll wash urs to)
I want a woman that'll show me things (show me things)
Someone to fullfill my dreams (baby baby baby)
Settle down wit be my queen
Shes the only one for me
Uh yea come on uh yo ay yo
Ay yo the things that u showed me, the way u consoled me
The way that u used to hold me might have moled me
To the man that u see in the flesh
I promise you, i could neva be like the rest
Treat u like my moms, as far as the way that i love her
Feelings im feel inside like the day that i hugged her
Open up the door, i help her out with the bags
Car get dirty, i help her out the jag
Folks get flirty, i help em out with the mag
I aint lyin, im in love wit u bad
Cause u something i neva had, something i wanna lose
Something i gotta have, its nothing for me to choose
But still i hope that i love get perfected
Even thou on the low it get hectic
Feelings we share dont need no correction
Let me be ur angel and i'll be ur protection (mario talk to em)
Girl wont u take my hand (ohh) i'll help u understand (oh baby)
This could be love (oh yea) ohh this feels like love to me
Thats why u need to kno (to kno) oh please dont let this go (dont go)
I need ur love (ohh) oh (ohh) girl give ur love to me
I want a woman thats down for me (oh i do)
I want a woman that'll take care of my body (ohh my body)
I want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair)
Someone whos always there (oh baby baby)
I want a woman that'll show me things (oh show me things)
Someone to fullfill my dreams (fullfill my dreams)
Settle down wit be my queen (ohh baby)
Shes the only one for me
I want u baby i need u lady
I love u baby sweet sexy lady
I want u baby i need u lady
Hah hah hah hahh - hah
Hah hah hah hahh - hah
Yeah, Bad Boy baby!
Loon!
It's your turn now kid
Show em what you got
I be that young handsome cat
Same color chocolate
Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit
Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip
Nigga Loon in the game cause Loon got some hot shit
Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick
Look at me now, pull up in the drop six
Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick
Look at her now, all up in the cock pit
Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic?
Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics
That's not my steez, not like me
It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees
The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need
Less confusion, party with Puff last conclusion
Grab shorty there wit the hair, ass is huge and
Lips is juicy, way she move her hips so loosely
Critical curves see it through furs
Curious so I want to see if it's hers
Delirious so I had to see if it's her (it wasn't me)
I ain't touch you that's on me and my words
You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb
Cause I was, just checking you wasn't disrespecting you
Lips so sexual while your friend's protecting you
Baby girl I know you're far from a slut
I know the difference between a car and a truck
I'm not a dumb nigga
You had these young niggas scarring you up
You know the difference between a scar and a cut
You're not a dumb nigga
So let's take it from the car to the club
And hit the bar and get a bottle of bub, and have fun nigga
Baby all bubble, have a lil chat a small huddle
Time to make money and more trouble
And we all hungry and all hustle
And we all humble, but together we got more muscle
And we got dough, nigga me and P we hot yo
Make a hip hop show look like a rock show
Ooh Jesus Christ! look the way that the rocks glow
Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low
Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe
One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco
Drop though, keep the illest cat wit the hot flow
Watch your pro turn grown men to a snot nose
I pity a fool, never touch titties in schools
Son you can't hang wit Diddy and Loon
We allstars, nigga playing bet he was cool
Got more broads than you and any nigga in your crew, Bad Boy
Yeah! Bad Boy baby
The Legacy continues!
We won't stop, yeah, and another one
Loon la lean aka young Marcus
Young, pretty and heartless
And my man CTzy
He make it seem to easy
And the general P D-I double D-Y
See why we be fly
Now you can hum all you want to, cum all you want to
But I ain't Mase so run all you want to
Sit there act all dumb if you want to
Spend your whole life in the slums if you want to
I eat good, eat crumbs if you want to
And keep wastin time with the bums if you want to
I got long though, you know how the song go
My name hold weight, far from a John Doe
It so strange how the game made my arm grow
Used to live in cell blocks, now I live in condos
And every morning I feel like Alonzo
Number one on the pop charts and your moms know
Everytime I pull up, there's a car show
Young cats, stay lookin like the head honcho
My escargot my car go one-sixty
The world's Fargo Parto
Me and Puff like the "Lone Ranger, Tonto"
Leave the club and we leave with a whole car load
And we got better ratings than a new gong show
But right now you got to let my arm go, c'mon ma
I know what you've been through
Sometimes love is so cruel
(Sometimes)
Oh, yes it is
(Oh, yes it is)
I know I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you
(Gonna be there for you baby)
Oh yes I will (oh woo woo)
Uh, check it out
You choose to lose, only cause you confused
If you was with me, I'd probably go abuse them dude
But you runnin 'round 'busin shoes
'Stead of 22's that cruise
How you gon' abuse the rude
Girl you runnin with some popular dude
Poppin bottles of Voo
Now you seen me and you not in the mood
Girl he has you on the block with his dudes
Different watches to choose
Baby girl I think you got me confused
That's like a chair to a sofa
Ma tell her Oprah, seein Russell in a pair of loafers
It's evident, that's irrelevant, you was elegant
Taught you proper etiquette, for the hell of it
It's like you feel me, but you not smellin it
I try to talk but you stay on some yellin shit
Then you complain about the things that Helen get
Leave me and get the same treatment a felon get
I know what you've been through
Sometimes love is so cruel
(Sometimes love can be so cruel)
Oh, yes it is
I know I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you
(I'm gonna be there for you)
Oh yes I will (oh, yes I will)
Uh, yo
Yo I'm the type when I come through
Mami I do what I want to
As far as you if I want you
Now I ain't come here to haunt you
So you can have a attitude if you want to
I'ma have you, reason why
All four seasons I'm fly
I'ma player, ain't no reason to lie
Ain't no reason for you breezin on by
Without squeezin a "hi"
Cause I could tell by the gleam in your eye
You like cats with dough that fold up
22's when they roll up
Ma you need to slow up, hold up
Here's a proposition, on the real ma, he got to listen
I know he's loud, cause the top is missin
But you could be in the Tropics fishin
By the sea, mami poppin Crisses
Though it seem kinda optimistic
I got green and a pot to piss in
Fuck with me, you got a lot to witness
Cause I'ma have you
I know what you've been through
Sometimes love is so cruel
(Sometimes love)
Oh, yes it is
(Sometimes, oh yeah)
I know I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you
(I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you)
Oh yes I will (oh, yes I will)
Wa hoo, I know that love
Don't give you a fan sometimes
Sometimes what you gotta, what you gotta
Friday night everybody was drinkin
And the house was screamin
And the bass was kickin
And it won't be long 'til everybody knowin
That Loon was on the beatbox goin
Loon was on the beatbox goin
Loon was on the beatbox goin, goin, goin (goin, goin, goin, goin)
(AHH!), uh, yeah, c'mon, uh, uh, yeah, c'mon ... c'mon
I like this right here)
Uh, bring me in close, yeah
ready? ready?)
Uh, uh, check it out, Bad Boy
tell 'em, talk to 'em)
Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh)
He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin Mercedes (yeah)
Blowin 'dro, you know, vision was hazy (haha)
To the point where I'm thinkin havin a baby (c'mon)
Now shorty lookin a nigga like he was crazy
Not my fault way shorty body amaze me (uh uh)
Swoll up, now ma what's the hold up (c'mon)
She never imagine me and Diddy would roll up (we here)
We showed up, drunk and 'droed up (haha, yeah)
Stunk and mold up, two Coupes and four trucks (that's right)
Wrist is glowed up, got chicks that sold up (c'mon, uh)
You know cats with chips, my clique got more bucks (that's right)
Oh shucks, she start gettin the picture
Three the hard way, menage with her sister (haha)
Started off in the lobby when I kissed her (let's go)
As far as Diddy, he probably already twist her (that's right)
Now back to B, I gots to be fly
Blowin O for B, I pack the seed I-3
28 is a fact in V-I-P
You can see how it be when we by (let's go)
Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon)
Might lose lot of my charm, when the dollars involved (that's right)
Beef evolve, I need everybody be calm (c'mon)
Heat involved, I squeeze, do you bodily harm (don't do that)
Moved to safe cause I moved that way (yeah)
I'm not no fool, I never put them tools away
I'm not that cool, blow one of you dudes away (uh uh, yeah)
If a nigga choose to move that way, but let's play (let's go)
Hey, I'm on a mission to fishin what nigga wishin (what?)
To make a hit, but I'm hittin while niggaz missin (don't stop)
I get malicious and bitches are never switchin (let's go)
Never run into kissin, I'm far from a politician (yeah)
Now Loon rock the party and Loon got the hottie (yeah, uh huh)
The one that got the body, is sippin a lotta Bacardi (let's go)
Thank God, nigga ain't have to pop nobody (thank God)
Straight rock your body cause that will shock the party (a ha)
But before I leave and DJ stop the party (yeah)
I've ordered a hundred shots, to woman drop your body (c'mon)
Even though shorty hot, kinda like a hot tamale (yeah)
Gotta play my position but not to knock nobody
But I gotta leave this here spot with shorty
Even if nigga go out his way and drop like forty (yeah)
Nigga Loon is a freak but I'm really not that naughty (uh uh)
Niggaz hopin and wishin but Loon on top of shorty (c'mon)
Ham and cheese, I'm the man that please (yeah)
Like 27 degrees and some brand new skies (let's go)
Girlfriend please, you gon' need some brand new knees (please, that's right)
When I haul off and hand you these (what?)
, yeah, c'mon
Let's go, that's right
That's right, Loon, yeah
Cha nana
Bad Boy baby ... 2003
Baton has been passed
Ma I tried so many years
But it seems like, all I brought you is tears
I tried to eliminate, all of your fears
But its conflict
Yeah, check it out, uh, yo, aiyyo
The game keep callin, niggaz in the streets is ballin
Try to creep, just to keep from fallin, but the block keep hollerin
Yellin my government name, I tried to stop but the love of the game
They got my girl in a frenzy, my niggaz used to be friendly
'Til they seen me and Puff in the Bentley
Now, forced to stay, forces use force and spray
Coffins lay, when I'm forced to play
Like a animal, dog if I put my hand on you, I'ma handle you
Like I'm "Hannibal," the motherfuckin cannibal
All plans is through, dreams and goals
The block hot but why this shit seem so cold
This shit seems so old, tryna redeem my soul
The Feds roll and my team done fold
Like a bad hand of poker, even ya man'll smoke ya
For these crushed up leaves of copa, now
I, can't talk through to you
The way, I used to
You don't understand why I
Feel the way, that I do
Yo, check it out
It's been four years and you ain't shed no tears
And through the course of that, I lost four pairs
That's why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers
You never consider it, like you just don't care
The pain I feel inside you just don't share
When I share my deepest thought, you just don't hear
Well aware of my fears of me losin my life
I'm well aware of my fears of me losin my wife
That's why I stay usin my gun and usin my knife
Gotta deal with this shit, 'til my music get right
I buy you pretty things just to see you wear it
You sayin I ain't shit, tryna break my spirit
I try to change my life but you just don't hear it
Guess I gotta find another girl to spend four years with
Damn, all that time got wasted, but I guess I gotta face it
Uh, yo, uh, aiyyo
The cops don't like me, they always eager to fight me
Even though I know they wanna be like me, cause they see a nigga icy
Doin a buck in the white V, twizzy gettin busy with wifey
Gettin head on the highway, I'm gettin money the fly away
Pull me over just to fuck up my Friday, what could I say?
Nothin, still they be frontin
Throw a brick in the trunk and try to make up somethin
But I'm not with the bullshit, that's why I roll with a full clip
Flint cock the hammer and pull quick
Don't care about your uniform, or that bullshit you be on
Now who gon' really mourn when you be gone?
One in your head like a unicorn. you movin on, your favorite suit is on
Moms singing that stupid song, "my baby ain't blast nobody"
But he still got smoked at Bay Bay's party
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here
Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D
B-O-Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
Check it out, cause I been stackin dough
Been mackin hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos
Nigga you's a simp, cause your smack the hos (yeah)
And lose your temper like John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats
Remember the time when I didn't use to rap
You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past
As far as the street, I already proved that fact
Not to be rude, but I ain't in the mood for that
Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things
Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah, come on now
Now what's your forte, chicks they all say
That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day
This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay
When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway
Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway
Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day
Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play
Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I know you eager to leave this hot town
Know how you feel we can leave or not now
First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now
Walls got knocked down, when I laid my cock down
Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round
I can't believe that you screamin cop now
Yeah, come on now
Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic
That's right, +I Need a Girl Part I and Part II+, that's right)
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody +Needed a Girl+ but who asked her
You was scured, basically you wasn't prepared
To gettin murried and havin a couple of chirls
I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned
About how nice your ice, or the money you earn
I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s
So you just start pullin on blunts, I've been high
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
Come on now
Definitely real, (yeah) spend time in Beverly Hills (break it down)
Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills
I've got a debt to fulfill
Front, I'm a definitely kill
I might peel hole left of your grill
With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty
Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me
Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me
Niggaz keep frontin like Loon won't get dirty
Relax your mind
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy,
Yeah, let's go
yeah, c'mon
Bad Boy baby, yeah
One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this
I see you Loon
Come on, come on now
I don't think they heard you
Tell 'em one more time
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy, YEAH
Relax your mind
Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop
Cause we can't stop
And we won't stop cause we can't stop
Ya'll remember that
Yeah it's still there, it's still there
Ten years later ..
Your our future Loon, let's go boy
Let's go, yeah, let's go
This goes out to Harlem
Yea check it out uh yo
Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue
cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I
seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz
make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back
to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some shit
n im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip
im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip
if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical shit so I
grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O shit
this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold
in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had to flee this shit
is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from
caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit
moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest
1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its
somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand
this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is bananas my one plan was to
hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna
squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up
knowin u bout to get shot the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im
bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but
the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but
what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis
nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke
another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died
right on the stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his
right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga
condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck the pigs I don't own no
shovel. What the fuck? Now all that bullshit I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a
single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my
ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real bull shit man
this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison
Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but Ima
(Haaaa) uh yea (haa haaa mmmm)
Check it out I’m wit my man A Con n I go by the name Loon n this a bad boy exclusive na mean. (Come on Come on) Young
Marcus young pretty n heartless yo I tried to be a gentle men even tried to respect the girls who had many men I had a girl
that lived in the tenement straight seduced me pretty face I kept shorty laced in Gucci she made niggaz wait like groupies
even made them lace her hoopty n still aint hit it spend they money ajnt all n stil aint get it buyin bitches but still she
aint wit it so don’t be mad when she callin me dad rollin around in the Jag wit the 30 day tag some shit you paid for worked
n slaved for ever since you met the trick I made more chetta then ever before you bout to walk down the ile n I met her on
tour I aint never had a 1000 dollar sweater before see ya stupid ass went n got in the bed with the whore you pulled a “no”
nigga.
No way you can’t use me (no) I’m smoother than that (I’m smoother) You wanna live like me (yea) You will never see that
(baby) Live my life like a movie (live my life) How will you top that (ooo ye) No way you cant use me (nooo) I smoother
than that (yeaaa)
Yo its funny how ya money pow all of a sudden surrounded by these funny style chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit
thou thought she said somthin slick couldn’t wait to get in bed wit the bitch I took her clothes off politely incase she
chose not to like me that when I ate the ho out like wifey bitch start to like me then I flipped her like a savage then a
nigga tried to rip her body cavity n she getting a lot a cabage n nigga I gotta have a been sweatin tryna hit shit like a
rabbit now shorty think she established she givin me carrots buyin me cars the supa stars be havin clinging to nigga like a
magnet becoming a addict actin like she aint neva had dick nother dramatic always so static this bitch is eratic man I aint
think bout that car you could have it.
No way you can’t use me (no) I’m smoother than that (I’m smoother) You wanna live like me (yea) You will never see that
(baby) Live my life like a movie (live my life) How will you top that (ooo ye) No way you cant use me (nooo) I smoother
than that (yeaaa)
Now I was pushin the tan Land it was me, my man Stan this chic yo when from San Fran, her on Pan Dam told me her man from
Ti Cun its pickin up at 1.5 at high noon (high noon) so why Loon had to make moves like TiFoon (TiFoon) pull a couple a
strings botta boom botta bing (botta bing) its on now I got my niggaz n we ready to roll I got my niggaz n we ready for war
whateva it be 1.5 chetta for free now how this bitch gone get this chetta for me Im ready to see cuz when this shit is off
set n its done I’m the type to get the bread n just run my man was soft I think its better to run then to hit him in the
head wit the gun ima veteran son I ain’t type the squeeze beretta for fun I’m not dumb I do it better than them come on
No way you can’t use me (See-you-wanna-be, but you’ll never be like me) I’m smoother than that You wanna live like me. You
will never see that (babbbbby) Live my life like a movie. How will you top that (tell- me-how- will you top that) No way you
can’t use me I smoother than that (Noooo) No way you can’t use me. I’m smoother than that. (noooo) You wanna live like me.
(you wanna live like me, ooooooo) You will never see that. Live my life like a movie. (heyyy) How will you top that
(No no no no no no no no now way you cant use me)
The year 1987 star is born
the place Harlum thats were we from the home of hustlersand money makers his name Loon its your
turn now kid show em what you got young party and heartless young Markus this bad boy we give