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William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. He derived his stage name from the drug trafficker "Freeway" Ricky Ross, to whom he has no connection. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap and Teflon Don, Ross was also the first artist signed to Diddy's management company Ciroc Entertainment. In early 2012, MTV named Ross as the Hottest MC In The Game.
William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi. and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami. After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University on a football scholarship.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide albums.
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A movie 169 years in the making. Oliver Twist, the Artful Dodger, and Fagin. The lovers will love Fagin's waifs. Plus, there's Mr. Bumble and the hairy-chested Detective Brownlow. It's 2007, the location is South Beach FL, Fagin is a pimp and his boys are whores. But that co-dependent bitch Nancy still gets it in the end!
Keywords: anal-sex, deep-throat, ejaculation, fellatio, gay, gay-sex, hardcore, homosexual, hustler, oral-sex
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Far across the cosmos from our world lies a planet bathed in perpetual daylight. Soon nightfall will come and bring with it tremendous destruction. Science struggles against superstition in this dramatic portrayal of Isaac Asimov's award winning short story.
Keywords: apocalypse, astronomer, astronomy, bare-breasts, based-on-short-story, blinding, blindness, braille, ceremony, eye-gouging
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Story about a backup singer for an Elvis impersonator who re-enters her past when she leaves a tour in a small town and finds her daughter in a mobile home park.
Keywords: acoustic-guitar, alcoholism, apology, apple, argument, australia, autograph, background-singer, backup-singer, bare-chested-male
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A young woman lives a life filled with bad choices. She marries and has a child with an abusive thief at a young age who quickly ends up in prison. Left alone she takes up with his mate (another thief) who seems to give her some happiness but who also ends up in the nick. She then takes up with a series of seedy types who offer nothing but momentary pleasure. Her son goes missing and she briefly comes to grips with what is most important to her.
Keywords: animal-in-title, based-on-novel, female-protagonist, homelessness, independent-film, kitchen-sink-realism, sequel
"Look at those creeps... bet they haven't even put films in the cameras. Still a girl's got to earn a living... and a loving."
A love story about a girl, the man she is living for, and the man she is living with.
Er de sådan- de unge på tredive?...er DE sådan?
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A young girl who lives in the slums of London, is in love with a cunning thief. She persuades him to give up his life of crime. Meanwhile, an eccentric millionaire, who has been diagnosed with an incurable dementia, becomes so despondent, he decides to commit suicide. He disguises himself as a vagrant, and wanders into the slums. As he tries to find the courage to kill himself, he is encountered by the young girl. She rationalizes him out of the cowardly act. Her genuine sweetness and strong faith, effects him to such an extent, he begins to believe a recovery is possible. Now the girl's sweetheart has been falsely accused of murder, and only the millionaire's licentious nephew can give him an alibi. The girl pleads with the nephew, to help prove her sweetheart's innocence. He refuses and tries to take advantage of the young girl. The millionaire arrives in time, and shames his nephew to testify right. The millionaire now pledges himself to a life of service and charity, and the girl and her sweetheart are happily reunited.
Keywords: based-on-novel, based-on-play
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per daug jau liudnas
kad as galeciau
sypsotis graziai
tik sis pasaulis
per daug jau piktas
kad as galeciau
prajuokint tave
mano gyvenimo erdves aplenkia
industrinio liudesio miestus
bet kartais kai ivykiu eigai pakeisti
tereikia tik meiles as trokstu
istrukti i laisve
raudonos spalvos
atskiedzia juoda
pasaulio tvanas
ir amzinoji sviesa
ar tu sapnuoji
tai kartais nakti
ar tu jauti tai
giliai viduje
tu kartais klausi
kodel as keistas
kodel as noriu
kazko daugiau
ir mano zodziai
nereiskia nieko
jei tavo akys
uzmerktos man
[Nikki Bonds - Black Rose Kartel]
Yeah, yo, '98 bitch, '99 to 2G, Rose Cartel
Brownsville to Canada, Toronto, Ghetto Concept
Nicky Bonds, Don Baracus, Daddy Rose, bitch
We independent in this shit!
Yo, livin the fast life, had two whips and crashed twice
Got so many hoes, probably was a pimp in my past life
Shake and crash dice, starin at a glass with ice
Bountiful to the Grain, so my tongue is legit'
What's up? I ain't came home, already thuggin again
When we in to build, who said that sellin drugs is a sin?
When we in the club, bitches straight lovin my man
Left hand weave, right hand huggin the chick
This rap shit, we got it macked down
I wouldn't settle it twice, this nigga said I cracked out
I blacked out, fuck around and back my mack out
Cuz I'm about that Jerry Stackhouse
I seen shermheads pass out, smokin that butta
While we's pumpin out the crack house
Wild cousin sickly, heard he tried to touch Nicky
Didn't know I stepped it up to fully auto' macks cuz they bust quickly
Roll a dutch quickly, get pissy and puff with Missy
Suckin me off just to show how much she missed me
This Rose shit is veteran, got these faggot rap cats feelin delicate
Bitch!
[Chorus: Baracus]
From Brownsville to Toronto
Undercover officers jumpin out of Caravans and Corsicas
Pop the pistols, ready to go to war with us
[Baracus]
From Brownsville to Toronto...
[Kwajo - Ghetto Concept]
For the pit of Cold North, we connect like cas-techs
Pierce your mentalstate, wait, wheel off that casket
Megawatts rock concrete blocks, live from Shock
G.C., Rose Fam got your city on lock
In every nation, the target is submergin like Apocalypse
You got glocks and clips, we got extra clips, sink your ship
What the fuck? Murderers collide well pronto
From Toronto to Brooklyn Streets, it's all peace
The G-O-D, we top biller, 7 biller
48 track serial killer, for real-a, countin mucho skrilla
Associates in harmonic, we sip tonic
We stay on it like a praying mantis, civilize the savages
Bombin this til there's nothin left, take your last breath
We be risin from the North, hot sex in the West
Double bulletproof vest, Concept snap that neck
Break bread with the elite, respect the intellect
[Chorus x2]
[Baracus - Black Rose Kartel]
From Brownville to Toronto...
Comin straight out of Brownsville
A crazy mothafuckin name Baracus
America's nightmare, we hold cops hostage
Our music off the meat rack, we cause riots
We off the hook, we leave promoters shook
We tear the club down
I got bangers, enough colts throwin it down
Hittin switches, bouncin around
From a town, where 2-5's and 4-pounds kill, old dirty Brownsville
In a kitchen with Ishmail, cockin the fish scale
Thugs stompin on the streets like Muslims in Israel
Don Baracus, a name they gave me in the ghetto
The way I blow my chrome metal
If I die, put on my casket, black rose petals
Drivin by yellin "Fuck the Police!", lookin for trouble
Bag 'em at 12 by 12 so our cash can double
Dice games, drop C's and G's on it
We like the pies, yo lots of cheese on it
50/50 cut when it's time to break the cake off
Act funny style, son my dogs'll tear your face off
From Brownville to Toronto...
[Daddy Rose - Black Rose Kartel/The Maccabees]
Yeah, nigga
Gangsta blood, been mackin thanks to blood
Violate man, shittit and we shank you cous'
Move in the night, like the moon in the skies
Plastic banger, look like a spoon in disguise
Ghetto struggler, looked at me sideways and my troup 4-5ed
Had him leakin from his juggler
This was real, when we hit him, yea you know we slug it up
Cock back that 4-5 and we double up
I got my chrome, where your's at? Nigga, where yo' boys at?
Who you beefin to? We rip you, you better pause that
You woke up 4:00 in the mornin sayin "Daddy, where my draws at?"
Negative, definative G, I exhault that
Stroll by from a drive-by, spectator hollerin, nigga yea you saw that
We all that, ain't nothin to fuck with, homie fall back
[Dolo - Ghetto Concept]
Ain't nothin sweet, brush your teeth, bury your reef'
Black handkerchief, dirty glove, rusty burgundy
Murder your murder fleet, Michee Mee
North American street with the Brooklyn Iron Shieks
Chancelor chief handlin heat
Handle lugers, pistol grippers, cold cookie chippers
Brought up in the age of strippers, lime sniffers
Cristy sippers, whipped in the defended pippers
Unload the clip and crabs get thick up
Bad time nigga and your case of malt liquor
A life time of pain and misery before the Black Rose delivered me
No more individually, we one eye
Full swarm, crime affilation, brought togther for the assassination
of the Sons of Satan, fuck waitin
[Saulhaudin - Black Rose Kartel/The Maccabees]
Never sleepin, keep my gun out, come out creapin with scripts
Got that Brownsville shit and if anybody get it
Raised by the drug addicts, hold automatics, commited
to my ghetto where cops are found with their throats slitted
Dope scripts, my hood is where the shit don't slip
My chrome hits with stomachs from New York to Quebec
Set trip mine, detect tech-nine
Zippin up body bags, clippin up, spittin out slugs in these streets
My thugs in the streets, no more sheit, bring it to a task force
of police, no hold, black swarms be bangin my 'ville
[Baracus]