Plies was born Algernod Lanier Washington on July 1, 1976, in Fort Myers, Florida and grew up in Cape Coral, Florida. While at Fort Myers Senior High School, he played in the football team, was crowned Homecoming King, and was named the "Best Dressed" student of his class. He attended Miami University for a year and played in its basketball team, then transferred to the University of Central Florida for sophomore year and dropped out. In the late 1990s, Plies and his stepbrother Ronnell Lawrence Lavatte, also known as Big Gates, established an independent record label, Big Gates Records. Although Plies initially refused to rap, after a demonstration for one of his artists, Big Gates decided to keep Plies' verse on the track "Tell Dem Krackers Dat". Big Gates and Plies promoted the single and traveled many times to Miami, which eventually led to a deal for Plies on Slip-n-Slide Records. Plies's girlfriend Brandy Lacole Lyons gave birth to a son, Nijier Lanier Washington, at the University Community Hospital in Tampa, Florida on October 20, 2003. After signing to Slip-n-Slide in 2004, Plies released several mixtapes.
On July 2, 2006, after a shooting at a Gainesville, Florida nightclub, Plies was charged with illegal possession of a concealed weapon, and members of his entourage were charged with attempted murder. The shooting, in which 5 people were injured, started after Plies' microphone was cut off for Lil' Boosie to perform, after Plies' performance ran over time. According to the promoter Jonathan Smith, Plies became "enraged". A fight began with fists and shouting, and ended with at least six rounds of bullets being fired.
Make A Movie
Plies Lyrics
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I'm on 'gnac, she on Goosey
All my niggas keep they toolie
I'm in Chevy, he in Dualie
Me and my niggas, we finna make a movie
[Verse 1]
Six Chevy's, back to back
Paint wet, engine tight
This our city, we run lights
Hustle all day, stunt at night
Pistol on lap, who gon' jack
Pulled up, Da REAList, pourin' out da whips
Time to show, who got chips
My dawg trippin', left his clip
Liqour store, one mo' fifth
Hog in the trunk, beatin' in yo ear
Mids screamin', highs clear
Spunt a stack, on my gear
Fuck them niggas, our year
Motion picture, right here
Stop this bitch, let's make a movie right here
[Hook-2x]
I'm on 'gnac, she on Goosey
All my niggas keep they toolie
I'm in Chevy, he in Dualie
Me and my niggas, we finna make a movie
[Verse 2]
Better grab a seat and some popcorn
'Cause me and my niggas finna put on
Some in the streets, all of 'em strong
Couple my niggas just came home
Ridin' candy, sittin' on chrome
Pants hangin', grill showin'
Wildin' hard, every set we on
Catch me standin' on the hood of my (throne?)
We don't play nothin' but my songs
Them niggas ain't real they just rap, homes
'Fore it's over, money gettin' thrown
Holdin' up traffic, are we wrong
[Hook-2x]
I'm on 'gnac, she on Goosey
All my niggas keep they toolie
I'm in Chevy, he in Dualie
Me and my niggas, we finna make a movie
[Verse 3]
Over to the club, we shuttin' it down
Ain't no secret when I'm in town
Party's closed, says who, Plies
Here you go, couple thousand
In this corner, only goons allowed
All the goons, we makin' 'em proud
My dawg on pills, let him wild
Just give him a water and a towel
Right song, come on, bop through the crowd
Wanna crank up the club, put on Plies
Time to throw money, I ain't threw it in awhile
Slangin' money, let it pile
[Hook-2x]
I'm on 'gnac, she on Goosey
All my niggas keep they toolie
I'm in Chevy, he in Dualie
Me and my niggas, we finna make a movie
In Plies's song "Make A Movie," the rapper describes a night out with his crew. They're drinking, driving around in their Chevy and Dualie cars, carrying their guns, and enjoying the nightlife in their city. Plies plans on making a "motion picture" with his friends, inviting us to grab our popcorn and join in on the action. The lyrics suggest that they're living the life of kingpins, throwing stacks of cash, and shutting down clubs whenever they go out. The hook suggests that they're ready to turn their night into a movie, and they're prepared for any scenario that might come their way.
The song's lyrics describe a scene that is common in gangsta rap music. The theme of living large, owning expensive cars, and living the life of a boss is prevalent. However, the danger of this lifestyle is always present, as Plies and his crew keep their guns close, suggesting a potential for violent encounters. The lyrics show only one side of the story, leaving us wondering how far the rapper and his crew are willing to go.
Overall, "Make A Movie" depicts a night of luxury and thug behavior. It's a song that appeals to the gangsta culture of hip hop, where the braggadocious lyrics translate into a lifestyle of wealth, women, and power.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm on 'gnac, she on Goosey
I'm drinking cognac, she's drinking Grey Goose vodka
All my niggas keep they toolie
All my friends are carrying their guns
I'm in Chevy, he in Dualie
I am driving a Chevrolet car, he is driving a dually pickup truck
Me and my niggas, we finna make a movie
My friends and I are going to make a scene as if in a movie
Six Chevy's, back to back
Six Chevrolet cars in a line
I drink brown, they drink white
I drink dark liquor, they drink light liquor
Paint wet, engine tight
The car is freshly painted and the engine is powerful
This our city, we run lights
We are in charge of this city, we can run red lights
Hustle all day, stunt at night
We work hard during the day and show off at night
Pistol on lap, who gon' jack
I have a gun on my lap, who would dare to rob us
Pulled up, Da REAList, pourin' out da whips
We arrived with our expensive cars, getting out of them
Time to show, who got chips
It's time to show who has money
My dawg trippin', left his clip
My friend is behaving erratically and left his gun clip
Liqour store, one mo' fifth
Let's buy one more bottle of alcohol from the store
Hog in the trunk, beatin' in yo ear
The bass from the subwoofers in the trunk is so loud that it's beating in your ears
Mids screamin', highs clear
The music's middle frequencies are loud and high frequencies are clear
Spunt a stack, on my gear
I spent a thousand dollars on my outfit
Fuck them niggas, our year
Forget those guys, this is our year to succeed
Motion picture, right here
This scene is like a movie, happening in front of us
Better grab a seat and some popcorn
Get comfortable and watch what we're about to do
'Cause me and my niggas finna put on
Because my friends and I are about to show off
Some in the streets, all of 'em strong
Some guys are in the streets, all of them are tough
Couple my niggas just came home
A few of my friends just got out of jail
Ridin' candy, sittin' on chrome
Driving attractive, candy-colored cars with shiny chrome rims
Pants hangin', grill showin'
Wearing pants that are looser than usual, showing off expensive jewelry in his teeth
Wildin' hard, every set we on
Acting crazy at every place we go
Catch me standin' on the hood of my (throne?)
If you see me standing on the hood of the car, just know I'm in charge
We don't play nothin' but my songs
We only listen to my music
Them niggas ain't real they just rap, homes
Those guys are not real, they are just pretending in their music
'Fore it's over, money gettin' thrown
Before the night ends, we will be throwing around a lot of money
Holdin' up traffic, are we wrong
Stopping traffic, is it a problem
Over to the club, we shuttin' it down
We're heading to the club, and shutting it down
Ain't no secret when I'm in town
Everyone knows when I'm around
Party's closed, says who, Plies
The party is over when I say it's over
Here you go, couple thousand
Take this money, a few thousand dollars
In this corner, only goons allowed
In this part of the club, only tough guys are allowed
All the goons, we makin' 'em proud
All the tough guys are proud of what we're doing
My dawg on pills, let him wild
My friend is on drugs, let him be crazy
Just give him a water and a towel
Give him just water and a towel to help him regain himself
Right song, come on, bop through the crowd
This is the right song, let's dance in the crowd
Wanna crank up the club, put on Plies
To make the club more lively, play my music
Time to throw money, I ain't threw it in awhile
It's time to throw money in the air, I haven't done it in a while
Slangin' money, let it pile
Throwing a lot of money, let it pile up
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alex Martin, Algernod Washington, Daniel Valbrun, Joseph Valbrun, Ronell Levatte
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