Clubhouse may refer to:
Club House was an Italian house music studio group composed of Gianfranco Bortolotti, Carl Fanini, Hidalgo Serra, and Silvio Pozzoli.
They climbed to number 75 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 in 1983, with a mashup medley of Steely Dan's "Do It Again" and Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean". In 1991, they hit number-one on the U.S. Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart with "Deep In My Heart", which used portions of Kier Kirby's vocals from Deee-Lite's 1990 single "Power of Love."
The same two songs in Club House's 1983 medley were also recorded as a note-for-note dance medley by the Detroit, Michigan band, Slingshot, which hit number-one on the dance chart with its cover versions.. There was a further version by Brooklyn Express, a New York studio project by Began Cekic and Eric Durham, also in 1983
Club House was also well known for the dance single "Light My Fire" (featuring Carl) which peaked at number 7 in the UK Singles Chart in April 1994. Their follow-up single, "Living In The Sunshine", was not quite so successful as it only managed number 21 in the UK in July the same year.
Great River is a railroad station on the Montauk Branch of the Long Island Rail Road, at Connetquot Avenue and Hawthorne Avenue in Great River, New York.
Prior to the establishment of passenger service, the site of Great River Station was occupied by a freight only station built by the South Side Railroad of Long Island (SSRRLI) known as Youngsport Station. Great River Station was originally built in 1897 but burned down in 1943. Between that time, a sheltered-platform was added to the other side of the tracks. In 1945 a modernist station designed by architect Antonin Raymond replaced it, but it was burned down in 2000. The third station with high-level platforms was built between 2000-2001. The original shelter, however was restored by the East Islip Historical Society, and remains within one of the parking lots along the eastbound platform.
East of Great River Station, the South Side Railroad built a private station called Club House Station in 1869 to serve the South Side Sportsmen's Club. This station was located between Mileposts 45 and 46 inside today's Bayard Cutting Arboretum, and was among a number of privately owned stations along the SSRRLI, which weren't so uncommon during the 19th Century. It was closed in 1897.
The Bang Bang Club was a label primarily associated with four photographers active within the townships of South Africa between 1990 and 1994, during the transition from the apartheid system to government based on universal suffrage. This period saw much black on black factional violence, particularly fighting between ANC and IFP supporters, after the lifting of the bans on both political parties.
Kevin Carter, Greg Marinovich, Ken Oosterbroek, and João Silva were the four associated with the name, although a number of photographers and photojournalists worked alongside them (such as James Nachtwey and Gary Bernard). A movie about the group, directed by Steven Silver and starring Taylor Kitsch, Ryan Phillippe and Malin Åkerman, premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2010.
The name "The Bang Bang Club" was born out of an article published in the South African magazine Living. Originally named The Bang Bang Paparazzi, it was changed to "Club" because the members felt the word paparazzi misrepresented their work. The name comes from the culture itself; township residents spoke to the photographers about the "bang-bang" in reference to violence occurring within their communities, but more literally, "bang-bang" refers to the sound of gunfire and is a colloquialism used by conflict photographers.
[Noreaga]
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We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like havin sex, I like brains
And smoke some spliff, fans wit five in the range
And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B.
I aim you, so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati
You be leakin, and Dole in ya face, some hot teeth
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P.O.P.
And getta dose of the dope, but dope is so deep
Only white girl I'll fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, come and do a poor(?) wit me
Or come to North Carolina and perform wit me
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And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
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And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
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[Capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pistals
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you booshi?
I leave blood, all in your protis
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin wit hoe money
I'm gangsta, been in jail once, check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma, before I select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nuthin, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck record, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel
[Noreaga]
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We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[Foxy Brown]
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, +Lyte+ weight as your +Rocks+, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why is you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, Linc and Oldz's and shit
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lyin
Is you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and greys hoes
What bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch then you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw ya'll too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album push back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, it's still weak
It still sound lame, my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang