Tina Yuzuki (柚木ティナ, Yuzuki Tina), also known as Rio, is a Japanese actress, singer and AV idol who debuted as an AV actress in 2005, appearing in videos produced by the Max-A and S1 studios. After starring in AVs in various genres during her first year in the industry, she won an industry award as Best New Actress for 2006. Since late 2007, she has used the stage name of Rio.
Tina Yuzuki was born in Tokyo on October 29, 1986. She is of mixed-race parentage, her father is Japanese and her mother is Portuguese. In an interview, she said she learned to speak Portuguese from her mother.
Yuzuki made her adult video (AV) debut at age nineteen in the November 2005 release for Max-A's Calen label, Hot Wind, The director of Yuzuki's premier video uses the name 'Toshio,' and he continued to work with the actress in many of her early videos. Another collaboration between Yuzuki and director Toshio was in the March 2007 Max-A release, High School Uniform and Machine-Gun. Yuzuki continued appearing in videos for Max-A about once a month throughout 2006 and 2007. For her early work, Yuzuki was named the Best New Actress at the 2006 AV Actress Grand Prix awards.
Rio is a recording of solo piano improvisations by Keith Jarrett, recorded live at the Teatro Municipal, Rio de Janeiro on April 9, 2011, released as a two CD set on the ECM label.
Rio is an album by Uri Caine which was recorded and released on the Winter & Winter label in 2001. The album explores Brazilian music, and features of large ensemble of Braziliam musicians with an emphasis on percussion.
In his review for Allmusic, Glenn Astarita notes that "With this effort, Caine seemingly derives inspiration from the rhythmic structures while melding his thematic inventions into the percussionists' temporal planes. Nonetheless, the artist captures and illustrates the less commercial side of what might be considered indigenous Brazilian music".
On All About Jazz C. Michael Bailey said "The Brazilian music presented here is not the plush Bossa one would expect. It is more of an abstract look at the indigenous popular music, that music that might have less appeal in the United States if entrusted in lesser hands that Caines. The excellent results are a collections of Brazilian vignettes, little Latin confections finely crafted to be had and eaten too. Caine surrounds himself with Brazilian musicians, most particularly percussionists who weave their special magic throughout the music. It is as if we are privy to a Rio radio dial, spinning form one station to the next and listening every once and awhile". Writing in JazzTimes, Bill Shoemaker observed "Playing both piano and Fender Rhodes, Caine is joined by a revolving cast of musicians, singers and drum choruses who consistently coax rhythmically vibrant performances from him. At slower tempi, Caine caresses the lyrical soul of Brazilian music with obvious affection. Rio is a virtual hour in the sun".
[Intro:]
Come here little fella
Where you goin
I wont bite you
Ha ha
Those little dogs are somethin arent they
They think there big then they run away from you
Well I got somethin for you little fella
Come here
[Hook:]
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
[Verse:]
Hey Im a pimp, walk wit a limp
Down South country boy and you know him
Kinda throwed off crazy in the head a little
Boy you'll never make it dey been sayin that since I was little
Little Master P, Im always be
Money out castin chicks every day of the week
Im the dog catcher thats why your girl left yea
You should have stayed on the leash you look much better
And I aint about stuntin its all real
But if you keep yappin you gon need a new grill
And why turn you white shirt all Burgundy
If you a real man take it to the ring wit me
[Hook]
[Verse:]
Kill is in my blood, nothin but thugs
So when I roll through your hood Gs show me love
And I aint have to hustle Well maybe just a little
But Im the son of a rapper I make riddles
My pockets real fat lookin like Puffy Pack
Got the china dog layin up in the Lack
Baby Shaq thats what I call those
Im in a phantom you’s in a Volvo
Im a Pit Bull, you just a little poodle
You seem hard but you soften up like noodles
You think your real tough well take it to the gutta
Its all good go get permission from your mother
[Hook]
[Verse:]
Hey I dont like rappers cause most dudes fake
They always have a wish never blew that cake
See me Im different been there and done it
I aint gotta play hard thats why I got my cousins
Make my own beats different chicks every week
You aint gotta play kids love me in the streets
Im a hood star, or an urban legend
Always hear about me but never see a legend
All black tinted, when I roll by
Your girl here wit me she aint got it ha
But enough jokes this aint the late show
I aint tryin here if yea aint talkin though