http://www.kino.com/mommasmanAzazel Jacobs' MOMMA'S MAN chronicles the increasingly anxious dilemma of Mikey (Matt Boren), a young husband and father who stops off at his parents' loft during a business trip to New York and finds himself emotionally unable to leave. One of the most acclaimed films of this year's Sundance Film Festival, Jacobs' third feature is both a tribute to his parents (avant-garde filmmaker Ken Jacobs and painter Flo Jacobs, who play Mikey's mother and father) and an acutely perceptive, slyly humorous take on a universal experience: the fear of growing up.Opens in New York City August 22nd at the Angelica Theatre Momma's Man...
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JENNIFER HUDSON- The Oscar winning actress (Dream Girls) and American Idol (Season 3) finalist suffered a horrific loss with the murder of her mother Darnell Hudson Donerson, 57, and brother Jason Hudson, 29,on Friday, October 24, 2008 in their South Side Chicago home.Her young nephew, Julian King, age 7, is missing from the Hudson home where he lived and an Amber Alert has been issued.IN THIS VIDEO- Jennifer sister Julia, mother of missing 7-year-old Julian King, emotionally makes a plea to his abductor to let him go. She tells her son via the TV news conference JENNIFER HUDSON-...
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This a song for all the baby momma's. Music video by boosie and webbie Baby Mama by...
You are appreciated...When I was young, me and my mama had beef17 years old kicked out on tha streetsthough back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her faceain't a woman alive that can take my mommas placesuspended from school, scared ta go home I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rulesshed tears with my baby sisterover tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kidsand even though we had different dadiestha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hellhugg'en on my mama from a jail celland who'ed think in elementry, heeeey i'd see tha penatentryOne dayrunning from tha Police, that's rightMomma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mamaI finally understand for a woman it ain't easy--trying ta raise a manya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did itthere's no way I can pay ya backbut tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.you are appreciated......Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv yaSweeeet Laaaady, place no one above yaSweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv yaAin't nobody tell us it wuz fairno luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't therehe passed away and I didn't crycause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a strangerthey say i'm wrong and i'm heartlessbut all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz goneI hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugsthey showed a young brother luvI moved out and started really hang'inI needed money of my own so I started slang'inI ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocksIt feels good, putting money in your mailboxI love paying rent when tha rents dueI hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to youcause when I wuz low, you was there for meya never left me alone, cause ya cared for meand I can see ya coming home after work lateya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot platejust working with tha scraps you wuz givenand mama made miracles every Thanksgivingbut now tha road got rough, your alone trying ta raise two bad kids on your ownand there's no way I can pay ya backbut my plan is ta show ya that I understandyou are appreciated.....Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv yaSweeeet Laaaady, place no one above yaSweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv yapour out some liquor and I remenisecause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mamaand when it seems that i'm hopelessyou say tha words that can get me back in focuswhen I wuz sick as a little kidta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya didand all my childhood memories are full of all tha sweet things ya did for meand even though I act craaaazyI got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade meThere are no words that can express how I feelYa never kept a secret, always stayed realand I appreciate how ya raised meand all tha extra love that ya gave meI wish I could take tha pain awayIf you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter dayeverything'll be alright if ya hold onit's a strugleeveryday gotta roll onand there's no way I can pay ya backbut my plan is ta show ya that I understandyou are appreciated.......Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv yaSweeeet Laaaady, place no one above yaSweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet LaaaadyLaaaady...[fades]...Laaaady 2pac - Dear mama
Sexy Mommas Buttons (Live)
[Verse 1]Why the f**k you wanna murder me?Your punk ass never heard of meI never did nothin' to your familyStill you wanna kill a young ni**er randomlyYou wanna take the life God handed to meSend it back to him coz you ain't a fan to meScary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to meThat's an animal,A f**king cannibalI'm Duranimo(?) and HannibalWe international Gangsta bullI'm bull and Barcelona, with a karonaYou a fake ass ni**er, where's ya owner?I'm real live man, you a personaNow I'm a goner, call ma momma, in the cornerMister gun man, your plan is workingCoz ni**ers is dieing and mommas is hurting[Chorus]Why you wanna murder me?You never ever heard of meYou don't know who I amI could be part of your family treeNowSent by G.O.DTo save the word you and meYou never know who you facin'Who ya chasin'The life you wastin'[Verse 2]I was made by the one and only G.O.DTo take my life to the T.O.PNow here comes a motherf**kin' D.O.GWho ain't happy til a ni**er is R.I.PTryin' to be som'in' you saw on BETEither T.I.P or B.I.GI don't give a f**k what you saw on TVBut a 187 don't make a O.G.I'm a O.GNever had to fake itGod gave me this, how you goin' take itWhat you goin' tell 'em, when you get to heavenwhen he asks you why did you send back his present.Who the f**k are you, you motherf**king peasantEven got the nerve to ask the man for a blessing.Send his ass to Hades with his big MercedesNi**er, hell on earth is being stuck in the 80's[Chorus]Why you wanna murder me?You never ever heard of meYou don't know who I amI could be part of your family treeNowSent by G.O.DTo save the word you and meYou never know who you facin'Who ya chasin'The life you wastin'[Verse 3]Before you shoot me man think about itlets go have a drink about itBefore you make a stink about itman lets talk about itmaybe we can walk about it.But just don't be a cowardand take my life 'cause you got the powerof the white mans gun powdercoz you might face a gun tower.And time never run out,They take the fun out, til your life run out.So don't pull your gun out,If you ever want a house, just like Run's house.It's better than a big house,Less four-five some woman we can dig out,Find a place we can dig out,Party all night til the owner say 'get out'[Chorus]Why you wanna murder me?You never ever heard of meYou don't know who I amI could be part of your family treeNowSent by G.O.DTo save the word you and meYou never know who you facin'Who ya chasin'The life you wastin'[Outro]Dedicated to all the ni**ers, thats dead and don't know why.Who wanna look at the ni**er who shot 'emAnd ask these questions.Why me homie? Why me? Ice Cube Ft....
Clips available here:http://clips4sale.com/studio/22753Stacy is a dream come true for all those who visited friends houses and saw the hot MILF mommas pad around their house barefoot. Now that MILF momma's soles are caressed and tickled -- she said she was not ticklish and at first she was not, but that changed when her shapely soles were stroked long enough! Stacy, Filipina...
happy holidays!download this mp3 for free from my website:http://www.kinagrannis.com/blog/2008/12/23/100th-video/this song was cowritten with jesse from the payphones http://www.myspace.com/thepayphones if you ordered a cd or tshirt for a christmas gift, follow this link to download a substitute present for the time being :)http://www.kinagrannis.com/blog/2008/12/23/100th-video/teeny tiny tour dates!**to RSVP, you need to make an eventful.com account and then I Know Who Took...
Young Jeezy - By the Way [RATE PLEASE]LYRICS:Yeah hahaJust call me young niggaOur money grown doe hahaBy the wayLets go yeah hahahaYou already know what time it is lets go [Chorus]I said I'm young by the wayThe one by the wayI aint trippinI just do this shit for fun by the wayThe truth by the wayThe proof by the wayMr. front up on meKnow Im gonna shoot by the wayI said it's on by the wayI'm in the zone by the wayAnd you can call meMr. get em gone by the wayI did it by the wayI was with it by the wayI talk it like I did itCuz I lived it by the way Young, The boy might go nutsHoles in niggas just like donutsCreme be crispy these niggas cant hear meMust be the wrong sizeCuz these niggas cant fit meNever let em play meNever let em bullshit meIf they ever bullshit meSend the coroner to get meAnd when the coroner come to get meIma take you pussys with meAnd I aint trustin 12 shotsNo I keep them choppers with meAnd I dont trust you from a glockGotta keep them shottas with meCant let the goons get boredGotta keep them niggas busyAnd I aint trustin nobodySo I took my money withCuz last time they got me, Get me [Chorus]Stay on it by the wayI want it by the wayTake it to your mommas momma houseWhere everybody stayWhere everybody sleepLeave everybody sleepHave a baby by whoThats everybody freakBaby like a dry cleanerSeen everybodys sheetsTake em straight to the hoodThen everybody eatThey went down, I went downNow everybody cheapOr should I say cheaperOr maybe ever lowerYou niggas gettin this shitShould I talk any slowerAny slower it be screwedAnd that would be rudeIm a man no respectAnd plus I got a sackGot the west side crackinAsk about em in the massin[Chorus]Turned a brick into a clothing line a boost commercialAnd he's still talkin yo Young Jeezy - By...
8 Mile by EminemLyrics[Eminem]Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still mightWhy do I put up this fight, why do I still writeSometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real lifeSometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill micsAnd show these people what my level of skill's likeBut I'm still white, sometimes I just hate lifeSomethin ain't right, hit the brake lightsCase of the stage fright, drawin a blank likeDa-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my faultGreat then I falls, my insides crawland I clam up (wham) I just slam shutI just can't do it, my whole manhood'sjust been stripped, I have just been vickedSo I must then get off the bus then splitMan fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck homeWorld on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road[Chorus]I'm a man, I'ma make a new planTime for me to just stand up, and travel new landTime for me to just take matters into my own handsOnce I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goinSorry momma I'm grown, I must travel aloneain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my ownOnly way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road[Eminem]I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain backthe spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crapTo the same plant, and the same pantsTryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAPAnd get a new plan, momma's got a new manPoor little baby sister, she don't understandSits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the padAnd just colors until the crayon gets dull in her handWhile she colors her big brother and mother and dadAin't no tellin what really goes on in her little headWish I could be the daddy that neither one of us hadBut I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yetIt's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yetDon't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pepThe pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's bestAnd I try, sit alone and I cryYo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes byThat I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you GodPlease don't let me pigeon holed in no regular jobYo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you areYo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrowTell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbyeSay whenever you need me baby, I'm never too farBut yo I gotta get out there, the only way I knowAnd I'ma be back for you, the second that I blowOn everything I own, I'll make it on my ownOff to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road[Chorus][Eminem]You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get itOr see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillestTo be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limitsIt's different, it's a certain significance, a certificateof authenticity, you'd never even seeBut it's everything to me, it's my credibilityYou never seen heard smelled or met a real MCwho's incredible upon the same pedestal as meBut yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough timeSit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymesGo to work and serve MC's in the lunchlineBut when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines goWho must I show, to bust my flowWhere must I go, who must I knowOr am I just another crab in the bucketCause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck itMaybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shitI'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out withI look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shitAt the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfitAnd it's cold, tryin to travel this roadPlus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin modeMy defenses are so up, but one thing I don't wantis pity from no one, the city is no funThere is no sun, and it's so darkSometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apartFrom each one of my limbs, by each on of my friendsIt's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skinSometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know notwhat I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove topI just explode, the kettle gets so hotSometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't gotBut I've learned, it's time for me to U-turnYo it only takes one time for me to get burnedAin't no fallin no next time I meet a new girlI can no longer play stupid or be immatureI got every ingredient, all I need is the courageLike I already got the beat, all I need is the wordsGot the urge, suddenly it's a surgeSuddenly a new burst of energy is occuredTime to show these free world leaders the three and a thirdI am no longer scared now, I'm free as a birdThen I turn and cross over the median curbHit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road[Chorus] 8 Mile Road -Eminem
The decleration of independancethink i could tell you that first sentance, but then im lostI cant begin to count the theoriesive had pounded in my headThat i forgoti dont remember all that spanish or the gettysburg address but there is 1 speech from high school ill never forgetChorusCome on in boy in boysit on down and tell me 'bout yourselfso you like my daughter do you nowyeah we think she something elseshes her daddys girl her mommas worldshe deserves respect thats what shell get aint it son? hey yall run along and have some fun ill see you when you get back, bet ill be up all night still cleaning this gun.now that im a father, scared to death one day my daughter is gonna find that teenage boy i used to be who seems to have just one thing on his mind.shes growing up so fast it wont be long before, ill have to put the fear of god into some kid at the doorChorusCome on in boy in boysit on down and tell me 'bout yourselfso you like my daughter do you nowyeah we think she something elseshes her daddys girl her mommas worldshe deserves respect thats what shell get aint it son? yall go out and have some fun ill see you when you get back,probably be up all night still cleaning this gun. now its all for show aint nobody gonna get hurt its just a daddy thing and heh, beleive me man it worksChorusCome on in boy in boysit on down and tell me 'bout yourselfso you like my daughter do you nowyeah we think she something elseshes her daddys girl her mommas worldshe deserves respect thats what shell get aint it son? ill see you when you get back,probably be up all night still cleaning this gunson, now yall buckle up and have her back by te- naw lets say about nine... thirtyDrive safe. cleaning this gun...
[CHORUS:]I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' goodI'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' goodI'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.I'm pimpin' down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tightThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do thatWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.Wicked women using children to live onWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is goneSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in 94But niggas thinkin' that a sweeps gone get the through my doorAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my faceNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I meanNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so cleanGlitter and gleam, and all what it look likeSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life[CHORUS x2]I see these niggas and days go and comeAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm pissedI grab my cis and I split my sista with my bunkSome of my sweets be tight And some of my sweets be fucked upBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked upI looked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol playBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-wayI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama hereAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit..But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after meSo I have to be in that matter on that 5-0-3I'm livin' dastardlyMust be all about survival GThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.They try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back.But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bangPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game[CHORUS x3]I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some goodBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhoodNiggas frown when you up and smile when you downAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' aroundI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked waysWe all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives awayGot to the point where I could not decipher day from nightShe say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fightMy conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleepThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streetsAnd even though I'm gay to street fame comin' from this rap gameLust for thankin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thangSome get a waste and misplace tryin' to win the raceSome try to hold on to there place by smokin' with laceBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hoodI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.[CHORUS x2]So it's your life... RIP PIMP C...
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My coworker and I waiting for the boss to get back so we can take a lunch break, and someone loves Big Mommas House 2. Waiting on the boss

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