Booty may refer to:
Jennifer Lynn Lopez (born July 24, 1969) is an American actress, businesswoman, dancer and recording artist. Often referred to as J.Lo, she is reportedly the highest earning actress of Latin descent. Born and raised in The Bronx, New York, she enrolled in singing and dancing classes as a child and grew up in a musically influenced household. She started her career as a fly girl on the television comedy program In Living Color and a back-up dancer for Janet Jackson. Lopez gained recognition in the action-thriller Money Train (1995). Her first leading role was in the biographical film Selena (1997), which was her breakthrough role, earning her an ALMA Award for Outstanding Actress and Golden Globe nomination. She earned her second ALMA Award for her performance in Out of Sight (1998), which made her the highest-paid Latin actress. She has since appeared in various films including The Cell (2000), The Wedding Planner (2001), Maid in Manhattan (2002), Shall We Dance? (2004), Monster-in-Law (2005), The Back-up Plan (2010) and What to Expect When You're Expecting (2012).
Miley Ray Cyrus (born Destiny Hope Cyrus; November 23, 1992) is an American actress and pop singer-songwriter. She achieved wide fame for her role as Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana on the Disney Channel sitcom Hannah Montana.
Cyrus recorded music for the soundtracks, Hannah Montana (2006) and Hannah Montana 2/Meet Miley Cyrus (2007), released by Walt Disney Records. With the success of the Hannah Montana franchise she established herself as a teen idol. In 2007, Cyrus signed to Hollywood Records to pursue a solo career. She embarked upon the Best of Both Worlds Tour the same year, in which she performed as both herself and in character as Hannah Montana. The tour was eventually turned into a high-grossing concert film titled Hannah Montana & Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert (2008). In July 2008, Cyrus released her first solo album, Breakout (2008), which was commercially successful.
She began her foray into film by providing the voice of "Penny" in the animated film Bolt (2008). Cyrus earned a nomination for the Golden Globe Award for Best Original Song for her performance of Bolt's theme song, "I Thought I Lost You". She also reprised her role as Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana in Hannah Montana: The Movie (2009). The Hannah Montana: The Movie' soundtrack introduced her to new audiences within country and adult contemporary markets.
Plot
A federal agent turns up dead and a hardcore undercover agent, known as Derrick Vann heads off to try and recover the stolen arms and find the killers. Andy Fiddler is an ordinary family man and a dentist, and is out heading to a conference, when he gets stuck in the same mess. Criminal Kane believes Fiddler is 'The Man' behind it all and offers him a gun. Vann spots him and drags him across town, with him posing as the actual 'Man'.
Keywords: atf-agent, box-office-flop, buddy-comedy, car-chase, criminal, flatulence, gun-smuggling, mistaken-identity, salesman, title-spoken-by-character
One guy walks the walk. The other talks and talks.
Only one of them can be...
[from trailer]::[after Derrick shoots Andy in the butt]::Andy Fidler: You shot me!::Special Agent Derrick Vann: I grazed you.::Andy Fidler: Well, that's still shooting me!
[repeated line]::Andy Fidler, Special Agent Derrick Vann: Oh, fuck-cryin' out loud!
Special Agent Derrick Vann: I'm gonna check the front of my car. If it smells like ass, I'm gonna beat you like a runaway slave.
Special Agent Derrick Vann: If you try to run this time, I'll put a bullet in a part of your ass where you're gonna need it.
Andy Fidler: [while farting] It's just a little flatulence.::Special Agent Derrick Vann: Just a little flatulence? An elephant can shit in the back and not smell as bad.
Andy Fidler: I haven't met anyone that I didn't become friends with... eventually.::Special Agent Derrick Vann: Really? Because I haven't met anyone who's ass I didn't kick... eventually.
Andy Fidler: Does the expression, "No man is an island", ring any bells?::Special Agent Derrick Vann: [yelling] Does the expression, "Shut your ass up!", ring any bells?
Andy Fidler: I just think we should be cooperating if I'm going to be your partner...::Special Agent Derrick Vann: You are *not* my partner!::Andy Fidler: Really? Then what am I?::Special Agent Derrick Vann: You're my bitch. My own personal bitch. When I pull the strings, you dance. Till then, you sit there, keep your mouth shut, and don't say a word... like the puppet you are.
Special Agent Derrick Vann: Oh, so you the MAN now?::Andy Fidler: Y-yes, I am the man!
Special Agent Derrick Vann: You know how I can tell you're lyin'? I can smell the bullshit coming out of your mouth.
Plot
Jack is caught with the wife of his employer, a Vegas thug. The thug sends goons after Jack, who convinces his best friend, Pilot, to flee with him. Pilot insists that they head for Seattle, but doesn't tell Jack why. The goons learn from Pilot's drug source where the youths are headed, and they follow, hell bent on breaking Jack's feet. On the road, Jack and Pilot give a ride to Cassie, a distressed young woman. She and Jack hit it off. They pick up an aging stoner headed to Seattle for Kurt Cobain's memorial, and they help a circus sideshow family. Why is Pilot so set on Seattle, will the goons catch Jack, and is there any way the friends' competing needs can be resolved?
Keywords: 1990s, body-painting, boyhood-friends, drug-dealing, female-nudity, fugitive, gay-interest, homoeroticism, homosexual-subtext, independent-film
It started as a desperate escape and became the wildest ride of their lives.
Come as you are
Pilot Kelson: Pop Quiz.::Jack Hayes: No.::Pilot Kelson: Come on. It's a quick one.::Jack Hayes: Go.::Pilot Kelson: What is 1,056 dicks?::Jack Hayes: A lot of dicks.::Pilot Kelson: Beep. Perfect Score. Gold star.
[as he has raw sex with Jilly Miranda]::Jack Hayes: Jack and Jilly went up the hilly to fetch a pale of water!
Johnny the Fox: A field... I need a field... A field in which to frolic!
Pilot Kelson: You are one daffy invididual!
Pilot Kelson: I like it... Hit the road, flee for your life, meet a doll who's got "once and a lifetime girl of my dreams and reason to believe" written all over her like so much graffiti. It could only happen to the god of fuck.
Pilot Kelson: [after the alligator boy screams] That be a cry laden with pain and sorrow
Pilot Kelson: Desmond the alligator boy is a major happener
Pilot Kelson: When you think about it, the world is divided into 2 groups... pandas and alligator boys
Jack Hayes: Pop quiz.::Pilot Kelson: Go.::Jack Hayes: How much I owe you for helping me out?::Pilot Kelson: A gazillion.::Jack Hayes: Who's the major old-school happener?::Pilot Kelson: Piiilot.::Jack Hayes: How much longer we a team?::Pilot Kelson: Forever.::Jack Hayes: Beep... perfect score, gold star.
Jack Hayes: You bang her yet man?::Pilot Kelson: Not even close... if "Bangher" was an island off the coast of the Carribean, me and Lucy are stuck in traffic in Jersey
It's the perfect day
For getting freaky
It's that time of day
For sniffing like a dog
Would you like to play
Some sneaky-peeky?
What I'm trying to say
Is that I'm feeling like a snog
So whatcha say?
Gonna come to play?
So Watcha say?
Come on let's get busy
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can we get down on the floor?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can I have some and some more?
It's time for grooving, babe
It's time for moving slow
It's time for dancing, baby
And being in the show
So whatcha say?
Gonna come to play?
So Watcha say?
Come on let's get busy
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can we get down on the floor?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can I have some and some more?
It's the perfect day
For getting freaky
It's that time of day
For sniffing like a dog
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can we get down on the floor?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can I have some and some more?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can we get down on the floor?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can I have some and some more?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can we get down on the floor?
Can I get some booty?
Can I have some sweetness?
Can I see your beauty?
Can I have some and some more?
Your booty might be bigga
But I still can pull your nigga
But I don't want him
Ya got sugar on your pita
But ya nigga thinks I'm sweeter
But I don't want him
Ya know the whole encyclopedia
But ya nigga thinks I'm deeper
But I don't want him
Got a whole lot a junk off in ya trunk
But ya nigga think I'm live and I keep him crunk
I don't want him
Hey, hey, hey
I don't want him cause of what he doin to you
And you don't need him
Cause he ain't ready
See I don't want him
If he ain't made no arrangement with you
I hope you would've done the same thing for me too
Your kisses might be wetter
But your nigga likes mine better
But I don't want him
Ya got the beans and rice and the hot ho cakes
But ya nigga still over here in my plate
I don't want him
Ya got a PHD, Magna Cum Laude
But ya nigga love me with a GED
I don't want him
You the one with all the money
And he knows my money's funny
But I don't want him
Hey, hey, hey
I don't want him
Cause of what he doin to you
And you don't need him
Cause the boy ain't ready
Got ya pad all decked out fa sho
But ya niggas at my door, thought
I don't want him
Well you can do the butterfly and the tootsie roll
But ya nigga straight sprung off the way I stroll
I don't want him
Ya know the whole 120 + degree
But you can't keep ya guy up off his knees
I don't want him
Got a 9-5 and a 6-10
But ya nigga told me not to work again
I don't want him
Hey, hey, hey
I don't want him
Cause of what he doin to you
And you don't need him
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[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You gon' have to get with me anyway, ain't nobody touchin' that spot
And I'll be the nigga that'll cool yah down, you be meltin', chick you're too hot
Excuse me for being disrespectful, can't help the shit cause I'm rhyming
You prolly one of them people down with that selfish shit, but I'm not
I love women, I'm here for 'em, I cut for 'em, they been knowin'
I spend on 'em, I sin for 'em, pay light, gas, and rent for 'em
I talk to 'em, I mentor 'em, they talk crazy, I ignore 'em
I [?], I sleep with 'em, I live for 'em
I ain't ever like pancakes, she can't back it up when it's flat
If your breath's stinkin', don't conversate, you better cover your mouth and get back
These hoes party 'til sunrise and this club is closin' up early
I was told they got ass in here, so I came in here to get service
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Got everything in my Maybach, the only thing I need is an oven
I don't know what you sippin' on, but my Sprite cost 4 hunna
South side until I die, I cannot lie, identify
My name tag between her thighs, she got an onion booty, I'm finna cry
Eat french fries with my French ho, make a ho dip like french toast
And you know I keep that D. Wade, so I got a mothafuckin' heat close
POW! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR AHH! POW POW! Nigga, lay it down
Ass so motherfuckin' fat, ain't no way around
Her ass so motherfuckin' fat, ain't no way around
Her ass so motherfuckin' fat, ain't no way around it
G5 watch me switch the climate, money tall, you gotta climb it
Then I do my dance behind it, put both of my hands around it
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[Verse 3: Juvenile]
You got too much ass for a toilet seat and I'm wonderin' how you gon' shit
That booty poppin' like choppers, one of my homies almost got hit
Where you been, you been hidin' out, I been lookin' for yah, can't find yah
I'm tryna put a new team together like Beyoncé and Rihanna
With big titties and big ass, she been pretty, she been bad
She got money, she pop tags, she not dumb and she not trash
I just saw her, she slip fast, she turn necks like whiplash
Got real hair and got real ass and she exercise it like gym class
Niggas like to play games and shit, but see, me, I take the bitch from 'em
I'ma find a spot in her heart soon as I drive the dick in her stomach
I'm glad the club ain't a sausage festival, cause if it was, I'd have to leave early
I heard the booty was up in here, so I came in here for one purpose
[Hook]x2