That is hilarious the things you do hey! The film is Twin Town! I am so gutted i am not going to e38 its a proper barsteward! my bird wanted to go and everything i am going to bulgaria instead i will be there next year! Did anyone go to tatton park was it good|?
23 INT. BOY'S BEDROOM ; ; ; ;23 It's a dark, dreary sick room. Shades drawn, floor strewn with used tissues, nightstand a still-life of over the counter remedies. A high school boy, CAMERON FRYE, is laying in bed. We don't see his face, only a silhouette with a thermometer sticking out his mouth. U2's SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY is playing. He's mumbling random words. CAMERON Food...shelter...n o...yes... The phone rings. His hand reaches back and hits the speaker phone button. CAMERON (weak) Hello? FERRIS' VOICE Cameron! What's happening? CAMERON Very little. FERRIS' VOICE How do you feel? CAMERON Shredded. FERRIS' VOICE Is your mother in the room? Cameron takes the thermometer out of his mouth. CAMERON She's not home. Where are you? FERRIS' VOICE Home. 24 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS 24 Ferris is sprawled out in the chair. FERRIS I'm taking the day off. Get dressed and come over. CAMERON'S VOICE I can't. I'm sick. FERRIS I t's all in your head. Come on over. 25 INT. CAMERON'S ROOM   ;25 Cameron's insistant. CAMERON I feel like complete poo, Ferris. I can't go anywhere. FERRIS' VOICE I'm sorry to hear that. Now, come on over and pick me up. Ferris disconnects. Cameron slowly hangs up the phone. CAMERON I'm dying. The phone rings again. Cameron hits the speaker button. FERRIS' VOICE You're not dying. You just can't think of anything good to do. 26 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM   ;26 Ferris hangs up. FERRIS I f anybody needs a day off, it's Cameron. He has alot of things to sort out before he graduates. He can't be wound this tight and go to college. His roommate'll kill him. I've come close myself. But I like him. He's a little easier to take when you know why he's like he is. The boy cannot relax. Pardon by French but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond. (after-thought) And Cameron would worry that he'd owe taxes on it. I love that film so much....I bought the t-shirt Edited by: jimmy oldskool
MENACE TO SOCIETY! Then Riley, my man, you'll recognise these lyrics!...... Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot MC Eiht's in the motherf*ckin house.. gyeah And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah A f*cked up childhood, is why the way I am It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung Scheamin off the top, pops never figured That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Niggaz putting brew in my f*ckin baby bottle! Damn, and through all the motherf*ckin pain They done drove my moms in-sane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Streiht up menace Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder That the motherf*ckin hood would take me under Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps Off to the corner store, owned by the f*ckin {Japs} See a b*tch in the right lane so I comes with the mack Astro Bam pulls a motherf*ckin jack from the back Now he's got the strap to my homie's head See him play that sh*t cool, and don't be a fool! He shot my nigga in the f*ckin head I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead Now I'm layin in the hospital bed Thinkin about them punk motherf*ckers and my eyes is bloodshot red Gyeah motherf*ckers, I ain't finished Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, whassup y'all Streiht up menace .. damn! Really.. Streiht up menace .. damn! I'm in too deep I done killed a motherf*cker and I just can't sleep One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep And on top of that Niggaz after me for f*ckin one of they hood rats I ain't got time for the f*ckin b*tch's story Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory And ain't no 'You Can Get the Fist' Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk What is it all about? Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out Oh what should I do? The homies say 'The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew' So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Streiht up menace .. damn! And on and on I guess we outta here Peace to my niggaz on the run And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn! Just like I said before y'all It ain't nuttin but a compton thang And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot And this one's for the niggaz, gyeah Edited by: jimmy oldskool
jeeeya tis the play out tune innit that nigga tat cracks me up man! 'now you out the joint,dont ya think its bout time you paid me my money? 'i told you i aint got yo money yet man,i pay yo monkey a$$ when i feel like it '(looks real funny) THA!!? f**k you mean you aint got my money yet mother f**ker,hell you best be comin up wi ma cash you know what im sayin? 'f**k you tat(other nigga laughs 'boom,boom,nigga dead,turns to the laughin nigga... 'you owe me some money mother f**ker?' 'hell no!' (throws dollar bills at tat) Edited by: riley
yeah,some phat oldskool beats on that vid dope man? please can i have another hit? dope man says well i dont give a shit? if you girl get down and suck my .... 'what you say bout my momma? 'i don wan no trubble,get howt Edited by: riley
