Friday (1995 film)/Transcript

==Transcript==
SMOKEY: I know
you don't smoke weed.
I know this,
but I'm gonna get you high today
'cause it's Friday,
you ain't got no job,
and you ain't got s*** to do.
SONG: # Yeah
# Ooh
# Tryin' to see
another day
# Well
# Tryin' to find
a better way
# Got my mind
# On my money
# And my money
# On my mind
# Ain't got time
# To be lonely
# 'Cause my woman
takes all of my time
# And I know
# You can't wait
until tomorrow
# I wanna see
what tomorrow brings
# Whoo
# Tryin' to see
another day
# Well
# Tryin' to find
a better way
# Tryin' to see
another day... #
(Snoring)
# Tryin' to find
a better way
# Ain't got time
for my homie
# He's somewhere high... #
Mmm... hrrm...
Give me
the 2-piece special,
lots of hot sauce,
and all the fries
you can give me.
(Snoring)
Thank you. Thank you.
# Until tomorrow
# I wanna see
what tomorrow brings
# Whoo
# See a better day
# Tryin' to find,
find a better way
# I know
# Tryin' to see
another day
# Tryin' to find
a better way... #
CRAIG: For most people,
Friday is just the day
before the weekend.
But after this Friday,
the neighbourhood
will never be the same.
(Bangs on door)
(Hits toe)
Oh, s***.
What's up?
Good morning.
Are you prepared
for Jehovah's return?
Because if you're not,
I have a pamphlet here that...
Well, f*** you.
Half-dead motherf***er.
Come on, sister.
Come on, sister.
Yeah.
(Chuckles)
Uh-oh.
I gotcha.
Gotcha baby.
That's right.
Damn.
(CHEWING NOISES)
Ain't nothin'
in this house. S***.
Every time I come
in the kitchen,
you in the kitchen...
In the god****
refrigerator,
eating up all the food...
All the chicken,
all the pig feet,
all the collard green,
all the hog maws.
I wanna eat some of them
chit'lins. I love pig feet.
Now, when I went to bed
last night,
didn't I tell you
to take out the trash?
Yeah.
So why didn't you do it?
I fell asleep.
I wish you was sleeping
right now.
I'd knock you upside
your head with a left,
make your ass wake up
and take out the trash!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
I'm throwing this away.
We ain't even got no milk.
You put some water
on that damn s***.
Alright.
I'll eat it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Take the garbage
out front, son!
Dizam.
What is wrong with him?
FATHER: Hurry up
with the garbage!
I got some more work
for you!
What's up, Craig?
Don't "what's up" me.
I need to whoop
your little ass
for knocking over these
trash cans last week.
Don't knock these over.
Ain't nobody gonna knock over
your stupid trash cans.
You better not.
Get your bad ass
to school anyway.
Man, shut up, punk!
What?
I'm gonna knock over
your trash cans anyway.
Better run...
Little bastard.
Hey, Mama.
Hi, baby.
How you doing?
Fine.
What you cooking?
I'm making some eggs,
bacon, sausage,
pancakes, and some
leftover pork chops.
Yeah! Cook it up.
Mom, you got some glue?
For what?
My track slipped out.
Go look in my dresser.
You need a wig.
You need a job.
Huh?
Mama, you didn't tell Daddy
what happened yesterday,
did you?
You know I wouldn't
tell on my baby.
Cool!
FATHER: Craig!
Huh?
FATHER: Come in here!
CRAIG: Where you at?
In the bathroom!
(Sniffs)
Oh, man. I'll wait
till you come out.
Boy, bring your ass in here.
What you talking about
you'll wait?
I smelled your s***
for 22 years.
Now you can't smell mine
for 5 minutes?
Shut the door.
(Father grunts)
(PLOP)
Your mama told me
what happened to you yesterday.
What?
That was stupid.
How the hell you get fired
on your day off?
I don't know.
(Grunts)
(PLOP)
Well, you need a trade.
Take a look at that paper
over there.
(Grunts) On the counter there.
(PLOP)
(Grunts)
I ain't trying to be
no dog catcher.
Why not?
I don't even like dogs.
That's the beauty of it!
I grab a dog, and I choke him,
and I kick the s***
out of him,
and all day long,
my foot up a dog's ass!
Just bang, bang, bang
up his ass!
That's my pleasure!
I don't think so.
I tell you one thing.
Around here,
you gonna work or go to school.
The first of the month,
the rent is due.
If you ain't got
nothin' on the table,
you ain't got to worry
about catchin' a dog.
You gotta worry about a dog
catching your ass!
(PHONE RINGS)
MOM: Craig, telephone!
Oh, damn. (Grunts)
Hello.
Who the f*** you go to the show
with last night?
I didn't go to the show
last night.
You ain't got to lie, Craig.
Ain't nobody lyin'.
I didn't go to the show
last night.
Yes, you did.
My sister-in-law's
baby cousin Traci
she told me she saw you there
all hugged up with some tramp.
Now tell me who she was.
Your sister-in-law's
baby cousin Traci
is a god****...
Yeah, she a liar.
She ain't seen me
hugged up with nobody.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
Let me tell you what.
You just tell the b***h,
whoever she is,
when I catch her,
I'm gonna beat her ass!
That girl gone.
I don't know
why you messing
with that little
fast-assed girl anyway.
Now, that other girl -
Debbie.
She's cute!
She's in school.
She has all her teeth.
I don't know
what her sister's doing.
I'm trying to get with her,
but Dana won't
even hook me up.
I told you
to hook yourself up.
You need to hook up
with them clippers
and get the back of that neck.
Aw, don't even talk
with all the horses
missing their hair
around here.
Hey! It's too early!
It's too early!
Now, Craig,
you know
what your problem is?
You have no game.
What you know about game?
I got all the game.
Now, your father, he got game.
(FLUSHING)
Don't nobody go in the bathroom
for about 35, 45 minutes.
Somebody open the window.
You call that game?
(CAR HORN HONKS)
Oh! My ride.
'Bye, Mama.
Bye-bye, honey.
I got to go too.
Bye, Daddy.
Bye-bye, baby.
Bye-bye, baby.
Um-hmm.
Craig, you listen to me.
I want you to get
your ass up today,
go out and look for a job.
The word for today is "job".
J-O-B.
You hear me?
Yeah.
Go look for a job today.
I'm not kidding.
Better open all the windows.
Damn, it stinks in here.
Where mine at?
Oh, I didn't say I was
cooking nothin' for you.
Have some cereal.
We ain't got no milk.
Use water. it won't hurt.
Aw, man.
(Mutters)
Huh?
Nothing.
(RIP)
Break yourself, fool!
Look what you did
to my curtain.
You better watch
who window you climb
before you get blasted on.
With what?
You ain't got nothin', man.
With this.
Man, where you get that from?
Your mama.
F*** you.
F*** you.
Come on outside, man,
and stop playing.
Gotta get dressed.
Hurry up.
Don't tell me to hurry up.
Damn.
What's up, Big Worm?
How much you got left?
Man, I got a lot.
You still ain't sold
that weed, Smokey?
Man, I'm trying to, Worm.
Ni**ers are broke these days.
I don't think you're applying
yourself, Smokey.
Huh?
You smoking my s***?
Hell no!
F*** with your s***?
You smoking my s***?
Now, why would I do
some s*** like that?
I don't wanna have to
f*** you up, Smokey.
Playing with my money
is like playing
with my emotions.
Worm.
You the last brother money
I'd mess with.
I'll steal from my mama
before I mess with your s***.
Now, you know this, man!
We'll see.
Florida Evans-lookin'
motherf***er.
What's up, man?
What's up?
How come you ain't at work?
Got fired yesterday.
For real?
I thought you had
the day off yesterday.
I did.
I went in there
to pick up my check,
came home,
supervisor call me about 4:00
talking about they got me
on videotape stealing boxes.
What the f*** you doing
stealing boxes for?
What, you trying
to build a clubhouse?
I know you ain't go out
like that.
Hell, no. Ain't got me on tape.
She said they did,
fired me on the spot.
Talking about pressing charges.
God****!
You got to be
a stupid motherf***er
to get fired on your day off.
Pops talking about
kicking you out again?
Yup.
Ooh! God****!
Man, look!
Huh?
Hi, you guys.
Hey.
Hey.
Ooh, man, man, man.
Her mama got ass too.
Just give me 31/2 minutes,
maybe even 4.
She'll be wanting
to marry a ni**er.
Who? Her mama?
Yeah. Older the berry,
the sweeter the juice.
Man, it's the blacker the berry,
the sweeter the juice.
Yeah, well, yeah.
She blacker than
a motherf***er too.
I ain't f***ing with you.
Watch out.
She wanted to give me
the ass one time.
I had to go to work and s***.
Wonder where she going.
She probably going
to that new health club
down on 108th.
So they opened that
already?
Yup. I heard they hiring too.
You need to go there
see what's up
with your out-of-work ass.
Hold up. My mom's in there.
Oh.
She about to go to work, though.
Hey, I know
you don't smoke weed.
I know this.
But I'm gonna get you high today
'cause it's Friday,
you ain't got no job,
and you ain't got s*** to do.
Anyway, what you
doing up so early?
Oh, man.
I tried to catch you
before you went to work
let you know what happened
to red ass.
What's up?
You know that ni**er Deebo
done had his bike
for, like, 3 weeks, right?
Right.
Man. So Deebo...
I won. Gimme my money.
You what?
I lost.
Roll the dice.
Deebo.
Hold my money.
Watch him.
Can I talk to you for a second?
SMOKEY: Ohh, s***.
Pop's tripping, man.
He want me to ask
for my bike back.
You know I wouldn't trip.
What bike?
Beach cruiser...
the one I let you use,
the one I been asking you about.
Oh, that bike.
I didn't know
you wanted it back, homie.
It's right here.
Follow me, homes.
Yeah, it's just like
it's both of ours.
We just keep it
down at my house.
Aw, s***!
Whoo!
(Kids cackle)
That's my bike, punk!
You got knocked the f*** out!
You want some of this,
too, old man? Huh?
No!
Get off your ass
and get in this car.
Boy, I don't know
why you come here
messing with these people.
Hurry up!
Man, they both got in the car
and boned out!
You lying.
I swear to god. We was rollin'.
Damn.
Craig, tell that little girl
to stop playing on my phone.
What little girl?
Joi. She keeps calling
and hanging up,
and I know it's her
'cause I star-69ed her,
and she hung up again.
I don't like her
disrespecting my house.
You tell her I said
to stop it, all right?
Hi, Mrs. Jones.
Hi, Smokey.
What time your mama leavin'?
In a little while. Why?
'Cause I wanna smoke this joint.
Let's go to my house
real quick.
Can't do s*** over here.
Damn. Lil Chris got you too?
Hell, yeah.
Got me too,
little b***h ass ni**er.
If I catch him,
I'll beat him
like I was his dad.
Excuse me.
Could y'all stay off
my grass, please?
Thank you.
Stanley be actin' like
an old b***h sometimes.
I know.
Nothing but dirt any damn way.
Remember this?
Hey, man!
Shut up.
(Door clacks)
Damn.
(Banging on door)
Mama!
(Keeps banging)
Mama!
Damn, Smoke!
What you doin' knockin'
like you the damn police?
I'm in here on the phone!
I left my key.
Always talkin' s***.
just open the god**** door.
(WHAM!)
Stop slamming my god**** door.
Sorry, Joann.
SMOKEY: Let's go in here.
I know you don't
wanna hear that s***.
Ha ha ha! Yes, I did!
Get your ass up and cook
or clean up or something!
Talkin' s***.
Damn.
All you do is smoke weed.
That's all right.
Don't worry
about what the f***
I be doin'.
What I'm tripping on
is how you gonna sell bud,
and you smoking it.
I don't know.
That's my only problem.
Worm gonna end up
f***ing you up.
Big Worm ain't gonna do
a god**** thing, man!
Alright.
Look...
He need me.
Red told me he smoked a fool
for 50 bucks.
I don't give a f***.
Smokey, I need you
to go to the store
and get me some cigarettes.
Give me the money.
Wait a minute. What's this?
This ain't enough.
Make it enough.
Damn!
('KEEP THEIR HEADS RINGIN'
PLAYS ON THE RADIO)
# Keep their heads ringin'
# Ring ding dong
# Ring-a-ding,
ding ding dong
# Keep their heads ringin'
# Ring ding dong
# Ring-a-ding,
ding ding dong... #
Oh, yeah!
Smokey!
Smokey!
Smokey!
Smokey, Smokey, Smokey,
Smokey, Smokey, Smokey.
Let me wash your car for $ 2.00.
Hell, no.
All you gonna do
is smoke it up.
I don't smoke
no more, man.
Buy me a 40-ounce
for my birthday.
Today your birthday?
What's today?
Man, come on.
All right.
Shut up.
Whaaa!
(CAR BACKFIRES)
Oh, I'm shot.
CRAIG: Get your ass off me.
I need some papers
and some humps.
CRAIG: Hey, get these for me.
Ain't got no money.
Man, you owe me $ 2.00.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! I'm hurt!
Aah! Oh! Aah! I'm suing y'all!
Oh, I'm hurt! Oh, my neck!
My back!
My neck and my back! Oh!
I want $150,000,
but we can settle
out of court right now
for 20 bucks.
Get your punk ass up.
I ain't even wet over here.
Hey, just give me $10,
and I won't say nothin'.
Get out.
$ 2.50 and a jawbreaker?
A dollar and envelopes?
What you doing?
You can get money
for falling in a store.
You need to stay off
that crack, man.
Get out.
You wrong, brother.
You wrong. You wrong.
Brother, stay black.
(Mumbles)
Hell, no. Shut up.
Hey, thanks, Smoke.
Thanks, my ass.
You better come
by my house today
and wash my car.
I'll be there.
I'm serious.
Grr!
(CAR RADIO PLAYING)
(CAR BACKFIRING)
(ENGINE KEEPS SPUTTERING)
God****.
God****.
Stop your s***. Stop the mother.
Yeah.
Dizam!
F***.
Watch my car.
Make sure nobody
mess with it.
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
Damn!
Mrs Parker finer
than a motherf***er.
Damn.
I'd knock the dust
off that pussy.
Damn.
BOTH: Hi, Mrs Parker.
Hi, boys.
When you gonna let me
f***, Mrs Parker?
What did you say, honey?
Huh? Nothing.
Mrs Parker just don't know.
Needs some young meat.
Mr Parker ain't
hittin' that right, man.
Ah, she know what she doin'
with them little-ass shorts on.
She know we be lookin'.
Craig,
I'm on my way to work.
Make sure if you leave,
you lock up the house.
And answer the phone.
The cable people
are supposed to call.
Oh. Look at her.
She ought to be
ashamed of herself,
coming out
looking like that.
Hey, girl!
Hey, how you doing?
Fine.
I'm on my way to work.
Call me when you get home.
Ok.
Hey, go in the house
and get me something
to roll this up with.
Hey, and bring a radio too.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello.
(CLICK)
(DIAL TONE)
S***.
(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Ahh.
It's hot as hell out here.
You a hype.
What?
You a hype.
Man, ain't nothin' wrong
with smokin' weed.
Weed is from the earth.
God put this here
for me and you.
Take advantage, man.
Take advantage.
SONG: # I'm in love
with Mary Jane
# She's my main thing
# She makes me feel all right
# She makes my heart sing
# And when I'm feeling low
# She comes as no surprise
# Turns me on with her love
# Takes me to paradise
# Do you love me, Mary Jane?
# Yeah
# Whoa whoa whoa
# Do you, do you, do you,
do you, do you
# Now, do you think you love me,
Mary Jane?
# Don't you play little games
# I love her just the same
# Mary Jane
# I love her, baby, baby,
just the same... #
Put that out, man.
Here come the pastor.
For what?
He probably smoke bud too.
How you doing, brother Craig?
How you doing?
I'm alright.
I see. By chance,
is Sister Jones in?
Nope. Neither is Brother Jones.
They both at work.
Where your ass
need to be, ni**er.
Excuse me, brother.
What we call drugs
at 74th street Baptist church
we call a sinny-sin-sin.
Well, around here
between Normandie
and Western
we call this here
a little twenty-twen-twen.
Well.
Ni**er.
Just give me a little
for my cataracts.
You didn't put in
on this, man.
It's better to give
than receive.
Look, look. She bendin' over.
Lord have mercy.
The Lord is my shepherd.
He know what I want.
Excuse me, brother.
Mrs Parker? Can I talk to you?
Told you.
The weed be lettin' you know...
evil lurks.
Look. Hector almost hit
his nasty ass.
What's up, Smokey?
F*** you.
Ha ha ha ha!
Why you don't like hector?
Remember I was telling you
I was smoking weed
with that fool one day?
You decided to smoke
with the big boys,
eh, Smokey?
You ain't showin' me
nothin' new, Eze.
(Mocks Spanish)
Shut up and take a hit.
Smoke dog, baby.
Remember that s***.
Been smoking since I was 2.
Hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy, homes.
I know what I'm doing, man.
Shut the f*** up.
Yo, homestead, yo.
Take it easy, Eze.
What's this?
It's angel dust, homes.
SMOKEY: So I hit it
real hard, right?
As soon as he said that,
I started feeling
funny as hell.
The next thing I know,
I was running down the street
in my damn drawers.
Get off me, man!
Get off me, man! god****!
God**** motherf***ers!
Get off me.
Get off me.
Get off me.
SMOKEY: I'm in Deebo's coop
sweating like a slave.
The only person who could
get me out was my mom.
(Makes pigeon noises)
And, man,
I ain't been right
ever since then.
That's why I been, like,
"F*** hector."
Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.
Peep.
(LOW CONVERSATION)
Damn.
Got a little prayer...
(CRASHING SOUNDS)
Listen.
Man, that's lil Chris.
Let's go get his ass.
Aah!
Aah! Quit playing!
quit playing!
Quit playing!
quit playing!
Don't let me catch you, boy.
Stop man! Quit playing! Aah!
I'm gonna knock them over
next week, punk.
Man, y'all some busters.
y'all can't see me, punks.
(Pants)
Ni**er, you slow.
You run like a girl.
F*** you.
(SQUEAKING)
(SQUEAKING)
Oh, s***.
Here come Deebo.
Give me your stuff.
Oh, s***.
Known for jackin' a ni**er.
That's all he do. Damn.
(Deebo drops bicycle)
What's up, Smoke?
Nothing.
What you got on my drink?
Nothing.
Don't lie.
Got nothing, man.
What you got, Craig?
I'm broke as a joke.
Y'all some high rollers,
and y'all broke.
(ALARM CHIRPS)
What's up, Stanley?
Well, f*** you, then, punk.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
I was telling Craig,
Stanley been acting funny lately.
Stanley left
his window open, man.
Come on, smoke. let's go in.
I'm on probation. I can't be...
Stop being a b***h and come on!
Craig...
If somebody comes...
...whistle.
I ain't tryin' to get
involved with y'all.
You don't get involved,
I'll knock yo' ass out too.
Make a choice.
Man, hurry up.
You b***h.
CRAIG: For some reason,
I don't think Smokey
wanted to go in there,
but peer pressure's
a motherf***er.
(GLASS BREAKS)
SMOKEY: Come on, ni**er.
CRAIG: Damn. Always caught
in the middle of something.
SMOKEY: Get your big ass
on in the window.
CRAIG: Hurry up. S***.
(Deebo and Smokey arguing)
CRAIG: Hmm? Oh, s***.
CRAIG: It's on now.
(PHONE RINGS)
CRAIG: Damn.
DEEBO: Hurry up!
(PHONE RINGS)
CRAIG: Come on, man.
Bring your ass out.
(GLASS BREAKS)
SMOKEY: Get off my ass!
DEEBO: Hurry up.
SMOKEY: I ain't with
that funny s***.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
(DIAL TONE)
Oh, man, come on! God****!
(JAMES BROWN'S 'SEX MACHINE'
PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND)
I'll get ya!
Wait till I get
my hands on you!
I'm gonna beat yo' ass!
Baby. Baby, we was just prayin'.
I'm gonna get you!
Aah!
Oh, you! Man, if I...
I'll kill him!
I'm gonna kill him!
Baby, we was just prayin'.
# Get on up! #
F*** you!
God**** devil!
MRS PARKER: It wasn't
even that good, baby.
Shut up!
I'm gonna kill you.
Yeah, I know. Aah!
Yeah!
# Like a sex machine... #
(Hums)
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
(Whistles)
Ohh.
(GLASS BREAKS)
Come on.
Get your feet down.
Come on, man. Move.
Man, what took y'all so long?
(DOOR SLAMS)
Look, fellas.
I asked you nicely.
Now I'm getting very irritated.
For the last time,
please stay off
my... frigging grass!
Please!
Alright, man. Sorry.
Thank you.
Unh!
His scary ass didn't
want to touch nothin'.
We spent the whole time
arguing.
So y'all didn't get nothin'?
Hell, yeah. We got about $ 200.
I got about $ 200.
Huh?
One day, somebody
gonna kick his ass.
Man, I been gettin' high
all week.
Take a puff. Take a hit.
Man, watch out.
Craig, ain't like you got
s*** to do tomorrow.
You don't have to
go to work.
Go on. Take a hit.
I drink.
Come... Craig,
it'll stimulate your mind.
You ain't got s*** to do.
Alright.
Put it in your mouth.
Shut up.
That's the s***, ain't it?
That's the s***.
(Chomps)
That's the s***.
Wet the motherf***er all up.
It's my s***.
I can do whatever I wanna do.
(Coughs)
Stop hitting it so hard.
Hold up.
You f***in' up the rotation.
Puff, puff, give.
puff, puff, give.
You f***in' up the rotation.
You can get killed
with somebody else.
That's some serious s***.
You lucky you my boy.
Oh, s***.
Take your time.
Gotta crawl before you walk.
You high yet?
Craig f***ed up. Ha ha ha!
You said this was indo.
Smell like outdo.
Hey, wait a minute, man.
I ain't gonna be supplyin' you,
you gonna be talkin'
about my s***.
Aw, s***. Here come Felisha.
Aw, s***.
Old begging ass.
I know.
(Coughs)
What's up, Craig?
What's up, Smokey?
Nothing.
What y'all smokin' on?
Nothing. What you want?
Oh. I need to borrow
your car right quick.
What kind of s*** is that?
Most people wanna borrow
sugar or even ketchup.
You want to borrow my car?
Hell, no!
Get the hell on.
Let me borrow a joint.
You need to borrow a job
with your broke ass.
Always trying to smoke up
somebody's s***.
Get the hell on.
I'm gonna remember that.
Remember it. Write it down.
Take a picture.
I don't give a f***!
Craig?
'Bye, Felisha.
Damn. Y'all stingy.
She's a god**** pest.
(Craig chuckles)
Ah, man.
The bud is kicking in.
Don't start trippin', Craig.
Smoke.
I ain't trippin'.
Craig.
Craig!
Craig!
Hold up.
(HEART BEATING AUDIBLY)
I can hear my heart beating.
Man, that's what
it's supposed to do.
Nah. My s***
is beating too fast.
Oh, man, it's the chronic.
Don't even worry about it.
Listen!
Shh!
You don't hear it?
Hell, no.
Man, I knew I shouldn't
have gave him no chronic.
You hear my phone ring?
Man, hell, no!
Man, sit down.
I'm on house arrest.
I ain't even supposed
to be over here.
Get a ni**er locked up.
Man, come on!
Come in, man. I'm thirsty.
You be trippin'. Man, come on.
Shut up.
Sit yo' skinny ass down.
You want some Kool-Aid?
Man, you know
I want some Kool-Aid.
(Sniffs)
You smokin' my weed, too?
I'm gonna kill you
AND Smokey
'cause you playin'
with my emotions.
You heard? Ruff ruff ruff!
What?
We ain't got no sugar.
You ain't got no sugar?
Damn!
Y'all ain't never got
two things that match!
Y'all got Kool-Aid, no sugar,
peanut butter, no jelly,
ham, no burger. Damn.
You're a funny lookin'
motherf***er.
(Laughs)
Man, what up?
I don't do that gay s*** now.
You want me to go get
the sugar from my house?
Yes.
Yes.
# Holler if you hear me
# Comin' with the bumps
and my hoop
# As I swoop-oop
# Here I am
# The mack as clear I am
# K.D., so, baby,
get with the program
# Damn, what's on the menu?
# It's about 10 to 5:00... #
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Oh, s***.
Motherf***in' cops, man.
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
They know I'm over here.
Oh, s***.
Is it cops?
Hey, what's up? Come on in.
Is Dana here?
Uh...
Nah, she ain't came home
from school yet.
You ain't seen her?
Debbie. Debbie.
DEBBIE: What?
Come here.
Sit down.
Hi, Smokey.
What's up?
Out of my way.
I thought you had a friend
you would hook up with me.
I do.
How's she look?
She's nice.
She got a big booty?
I am not trying to look
at that girl's booty.
You know you done looked
at her booty before.
Just call her, alright?
She at home?
She should be.
Cheap-ass phone.
(Dials)
Why don't you come over here
and sit down... right here?
You way over there.
There.
Eh, uh, this is Smokey,
Debbie's homeboy.
Hey, she said
you wanted to hook up.
Craig.
What's up?
Are you high?
Huh?
Are you high?
No. Why do you say that?
'Cause you look
like you been smoking.
For real?
Nah. I'm cool.
(Chuckles)
Whew.
Do I still look high?
Nah. Describe yourself.
SEXY VOICE: I'm about 5'2".
Light skin.
Long hair.
I'm big.
People say I look
like Janet Jackson.
For real?
No s***?
Janet Jackson?
Oh, boy.
You know your sister
came by here today beggin'.
Oh, Felisha?
Yeah.
She is a trip. I know.
Why don't you come over here
to my homie's house?
GIRL: Alright.
You live on Debbie's street?
Yeah. You know Dana, right?
The other day,
I had to stop Deebo
from beatin' her ass.
What?
Yes. When he gets high
and drunk,
he starts trippin'.
One time he grabbed me.
No.
Yes. Grabbed me like this.
For real?
I mean, was it like this?
Or was it like this?
Ooh.
Um...
I... I think it was
the first one.
It was the first one?
You sure?
Mm-hmm.
(DOG WHIMPERS)
CRAIG: What the f***?
(Whimpers)
CRAIG: Aw, man,
I'm trippin'.
(Whimpers)
DEBBIE: What's wrong?
Shh.
CRAIG: Am I trippin'?
Hey, uh...
I got to go in here,
in the bathroom real quick.
# Control. #
All right, all right.
GIRL: 'Bye.
Alright. 'Bye.
Gotta get her on the move.
(Exhales)
Ain't gettin' high no more.
Mmm. S***.
So what's up?
Did you guys hook up?
it's cool.
Alright. Well,
I'm about to go home.
Hey, you know my homie
wanna hook up with you.
Who?
Craig.
Craig already has a woman.
But he don't like her.
Tkk.
I'll see you later.
Why you tellin' her
I wanna hook up with her?
Man, she don't be believing me.
I'm high.
(CAR APPROACHES)
Hey.
So what about you and
that chick in there?
Ohh.
Man.
She said she look
like Janet Jackson.
Man, you lucky.
And you know this, man.
(DOOR OPENS)
Ahh, man.
Hey, Dad.
Ohh.
What happened to you?
Got bit in the ass today, son,
by a stinkin' ass filthy dog.
You should've seen it.
Biggest dog I've ever
seen in my life.
I said, "Doggy. Please
don't bite me, dog!"
And I turn around
to jump over the fence.
The dog grabbed my ass!
Told you.
I told you. I told you.
You didn't tell me s***!
Get on the front porch
with all that noise.
Was it like... grr!
Ha ha ha.
How your ass feel, Mr Jones?
Get out of my house!
Don't slam the door!
Alright, man.
(SLAM!)
FATHER: Hey!
You kids quit slammin'
my god**** door!
Damn.
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Stop!
Hey! Wait!
Ice-cream!
Oh, s***.
Wait!
Ice-cream!
What you gonna do?
Hi.
Hey, hey, hey, hey hey, hey!
(Kids stop shouting)
Damn.
What you want?
What you got?
Boy, what the f*** you want?
Gimme some chili fritos.
Come here.
Come here!
Step aside.
What's up, Big Perm?
I mean Big Worm.
You sell that bud?
I sold some.
Give me the rest.
Somebody want a couple
20s around Compton.
Man, I was just bulls****in' ya.
You know I sold that s***.
Then count out my money.
Hurry up!
Don't you see we havin'
grown folks business?
Damn.
Now shut the hell up.
20...
40, 60, 80...
100...
120, 140...
Hey, man, that's $100.
Stop playin' with me, Smokey.
You know what happened?
You gonna laugh your ass off.
You know Craig?
Craig got fired yesterday.
What the f***
that gotta do with me?
Let me explain.
We was talkin' over
all our problems, right?
And you know how WE do it.
We started getting high.
Ni**er, we got f***ed up!
Look, ni**er, I'm gonna
be here 10:00 on the dot.
Not 10:03. Not 10:36.
If you ain't got my money
or my bud,
I'm killin' you AND him.
You gonna kill me?
Get the f***
out of my face, man.
Baby!
Can I have my chili fritos?
You can't have s***.
I'm closed, fat boy.
Then give me my money back.
My money.
Mama!
Man, I hate him.
What'd he say?
Huh?
What'd he say?
Oh, he just said for us
to pay him at 10:00.
What you mean "us"?
Man, that fool
ain't gonna do nothin'.
Man, I know you didn't tell...
Worm!
What you doin'?
Craig.
Worm!
Damn.
What's up?
What'd you tell him?
I just told him
we were smokin', man,
and that we were just chillin'.
Man, you were smokin'!
I smoked half a little
piece a joint with you.
Man, that fool
ain't gonna do nothin'.
What'd he say?
What'd he say?
He said if we don't
pay him by 10:00,
he gonna bust a cap
in both our asses.
We need to pay him. He crazy!
Let's stick together.
I can't believe you got me
in the mix with this fool!
Aw, man, I didn't make
you smoke that joint.
Might as well.
"Come on, Craig, man.
"Stimulate your mind, man.
"It's Friday.
I'm gonna get you high."
Why you bringin' up old s***?
I could knock...
Hey, Craig,
I left my purse
in your house.
Can I go get it?
Yeah. Come on.
(RAP MUSIC
PLAYS IN BACKGROUND))
# Big booty hos
# Hump with it
# Hoochie mamas
# Hump with it... #
Fool...
Where Craig at?
Fool?
Oh, he in the house.
(DOOR OPENS)
Ahem.
Uh-uh.
Hell, no.
Psssh.
Yeah.
Uh-uh.
Who is that, b***h?
Yeah, who was that b***h?
CRAIG: Who you talkin' to?
Ni**er, I'm talkin' to you!
Now, who is she?
That's just Debbie
from down the street.
So? What the hell's
she doin' in there?
She was just...
just go in the house!
What you lookin' at?
Get yo' ass in the house!
Hurry up!
I'm going in to straighten
this girl out.
I'll be right back.
Alright, man.
I'm gonna go to my crib,
man. My stomach hurt.
Ey.
Come back!
Alright.
Mama!
S***.
(Grunts)
S***.
What the hell you want,
boy? Damn!
Mr Jones, can I use
your bathroom, please?
What you gonna do,
number 1 or number 2?
Number 2.
S***.
You ain't gonna drop
no stinkin' loads here.
If anybody drops
a stinkin' load,
it's gonna be me.
Mr... Mr Jones!
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Man!
F***.
Mama!
S***.
# La la la la la la
# La la la la... #
Smokey!
Smokey.
Smokey!
Smokey, what the hell
you doing back here?
Hey, nothin', man.
Hey, I'm fixing something.
Just stay over there.
I thought you wanted me
to wash the car.
Hey, man, wash it later.
Stay over there!
I ain't the smartest man
in the world,
but from here it looks
like you takin' a s***.
Ezel, get the hell off
my back lawn!
Ugh! It look like
you been eatin' corn?
Fool, get the hell
out of my back...
Get on, man!
Alright, but between
me and you, man,
when you're done,
I'll clean all that s***
up for you for $ 2.00.
Hey, Ezel!
What?
You better not tell nobody, man!
I'm not, man.
Keep it on the down low.
All right. I'm not like that.
We'll keep it down, bro.
Ey! Smokey back here
takin' a s***!
Ezel!
Well, I ain't gonna
tell nobody else.
# La la la la
# La la la la la... #
See, you need to control
that little funky ass temper.
I know. I be forgettin', baby.
You got to be reminding me.
I'm sorry.
My mama know
that's you calling
and hanging up.
What?
That ain't me calling
and hanging up, baby.
You know I love your mama.
Hey, you got some money?
What? Some, huh?
Ni**er, how much you need?
About $ 200.
Well, I guess so.
What are you gonna to give me?
WOMAN: Craig!
Craig!
Craig! Craig!
Can I talk to you
for a minute?
JOl: What?
What?
Could I use y'all's
VCR right quick?
I want to dub a tape.
Hell, no!
It's the Mack!
Uh-uh, wait a minute!
Who the f*** is that b***h?
F*** you, motherf***er!
You think you're slick,
asking me for money!
Well, ask that b***h
for some money!
Damn.
What's wrong with your ho?
Damn!
We had the money right there
in my motherf***ing...
We ain't have s***.
So what we gonna do?
Man, that fool's
just playing, man.
I ain't sweatin' it.
That's your problem.
Ain't nobody playin' but you.
You walk up and down
the street all day playing.
He ain't playin'!
You think he playin'
about his money?
You done dragged me into this.
He know where my mama stay.
he know where your mama stay.
You say he had a gun
when you seen him, right?
Yeah.
Well, name one person
in the hood
that play like that?
I know, huh?
Look, man...
I'm sorry I got you
in this s***.
I'm going to tell him
you ain't had nothin'
to do with it.
I smoked up his weed.
I'm gonna face
the consequences.
If I get dealt with,
I get dealt with.
Craig, have you seen my sh...
What's that for?
Protection.
Protection?
Protection from who?
Me and Smokey.
I got to walk Smokey
down to his house.
Aw, man. your mother and I
never would have moved
into this neighborhood
if we had known
you'd need a gun
to walk down the damn street.
You know how it is around here.
Oh, no, son, that's
not the way it is.
Kids today are nothing
but punks, sissified,
so quick to pick up a gun.
You scared to take
an ass whippin'.
This is what makes you a man.
When I was growing up,
this was all the
protection we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live...
You live to fight another day.
You think you're a man
with that gun in your hand,
don't you?
I'm a man without it.
Put the gun down.
(Puts gun down)
Put up your dukes.
Now you're a man.
Your uncle picked up a gun too.
He had to find out
the hard way.
22 years old.
You got a choice.
These are all you need.
Alright?
What's up, man?
What's up, Red?
Ah ah ah! Get your ass up.
They was clownin'
you at work today.
I saw the tape.
We kept rewinding it.
It looked like your head,
but you can't tell from the
back.
How your eye?
Oh, it's cool.
Damn! Damn!
Put your glasses back on.
What's up, Craig?
What's up, Red?
Hey, Smokey, sell me a dub!
Ain't selling you nada.
Come on, homes.
Let's let bygones be bygones.
Raise the f*** up before
Craig's father come out here.
You need to go and do that.
Hell, I ain't selling him s***.
You better get your ass
off your shoulders.
You ain't going
to get me shot up.
You better make that money.
Hurry up.
Hey, Eze.
(Mocks Spanish)
Man, this ni**er
got us in some s***.
You know that s***
was f***ed up, man.
It's alright.
You have nice legs, man.
S***, here come Deebo!
Who?
Dee-bo!
I'm going to tuck mine in.
(BIKE FALLS OVER)
What's up, y'all?
What's up, Red?
Thanks for the bike.
What you got on my 40, homie?
I thought you had $ 200.
I do, but I want to
spend Red's money.
I'm broke.
Give it up, Red.
Come on, Deebo, stall him out.
What you got on my 40, homie?
I don't have nothin'.
Yeah, you got something.
Why you trippin', Deebo?
Shut up, or I knock
your ass out.
Why don't you give him
back his chain?
What chain?
Yeah, what chain?
Man, why y'all didn't help me?
Man, I'm high.
That's f***ed up.
I would have helped y'all.
What about the time
he tried to choke me
in smoke's backyard?
Oh, that was different.
Man, let's jump him.
Sit your ass down.
Man, I got mind control
over Deebo.
He be, like, "shut the f*** up,"
I be quiet.
But when he leaves,
I be talkin' again.
Man, my grandmama
gave me that chain.
Man, he trippin' hard.
SMOKEY:
Only on people he know.
He don't be pullin'
that s***
on them fools
around the corner.
RED: Man, f*** that!
Aw.
(Turns alarm off)
He going to cry in the car.
(RAP MUSIC PLAYS)
Here come Dana
and her punk ass boyfriend.
What you doin' with
that on your head?
Don't even ask.
Alright,
don't get homeboy f***ed up.
Debbie came by here
looking for you.
What did she say?
She just said
to tell you she came by.
Alright.
Hey, Dana, when
we going to hook up?
Boy, please.
Alvita, Alvita!
That's ok! She'll be back.
Another Quaalude,
she'll love me
in the morning.
Ain't that right, Frank?
Get off me.
Aah! He's crazy! He's crazy!
Oh, s***.
Ah, he's going off.
God**** preacher!
Craig!
Craig, Daddy wants you.
Look.
What Daddy want?
I don't know. Go see.
Tell me if anything happens.
Go see.
Hey, what's up with me and you?
I was in there
on the phone with Debbie.
What's up with Rita?
Rita who?
Rita that's going
to be here at 7:30.
Girl, that's my friend.
Uh-huh.
Dana! Dana!
Anything else happen?
No.
Look at Ezel.
Scandalous.
Damn! Damn!
Is Dana in there?
Yeah. Just go on and knock.
What's your name?
Shana. Excuse me.
Stop!
Don't come over here
with that attitude, girl.
What's up, girl?
Nothing. Did you remember
to pick up the hair?
Yeah. Daddy wants you again.
Damn!
What he want?
Go see.
Outrun the dog.
Run. Go for the tree,
Mr Postman.
Go!
Huh?
Get me a glass of water.
It's your ass, Mr Postman.
I look like the Kunta Kinte
around this mother...
Go, go, go, go, go!
Took long enough.
I know.
Alright, man.
I'm going to run over
and get you the gun, right?
Then I'm going home to chill.
You wait for them ni**ers.
Later on, call me
and let me know what happened.
You're making me nervous, ok?
I'm trippin' out,
scared as s***.
Aah!
Stop!
Alright. Damn!
# Little child, running wild
# Watch awhile
# You'll see
he never smiles... #
What car is that?
I don't know.
I don't know who car that is.
Hey, what time is it?
7:45.
Oh, ni**er, that's Janet Jackson.
Who?
Janet Jackson -
the girl Debbie
hooked me up with.
Hey, hold up.
I'll be right back.
Smoke, hey,
see if she got a friend.
Alright.
Ooh, what's up?
Not a damn thing.
(Farts)
So we going
to kick it, or what?
We can kick it,
but I forgot I had to go
pick up my mom from work,
and you know how that is.
I'll take you to get her.
She don't like a lot of people
with me when I go get her.
Who's that girl
Smokey's talking to?
Some girl he hooked up with.
She's a big one.
Humongous.
Why don't you go get
something to eat?
Lord, let me go inside
and see what's going on
with this crazy man.
I'm right behind you.
Uh-uh, 'cause, see,
I ate twice before I came.
God damn!
Craig, where the iron?
Right there.
Hey, Dana.
What?
Loan me $ 200.
Me and Smokey got into it
with Big Worm today.
We owe him $ 200.
He said if we don't pay him,
he going to kill us.
So you going to loan me
the money or not?
Not.
You going to call me?
I'm going to call you.
But if you come by,
I won't call you. OK?
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever,
ever, ever, ever come by here.
OK?
OK.
Alright.
'Bye, Smokey.
(PHONE RINGS)
Ew...
Damn it!
Craig, telephone.
Who is it?
That girl.
Tell her I'll call her back.
OK.
Hey, Mama.
What?
Loan me $ 200.
Craig, I wouldn't
feel comfortable
lending you $ 200
without a job.
If I was working,
I wouldn't need $ 200.
Exactly.
Y'all ain't never got no money!
I hate to live with
a bunch of broke-ass people.
S***!
Come here!
What?
Why you hook me up with that
fat-ass baldhead girl?
Who? Rita?
Yeah.
Rita is not fat.
She's just big boned.
S***! That girl wider
than all outside.
Talkin' about she looked
like Janet Jackson.
Oh, no, she didn't go there.
B***h got out of the car
Iooking more like
Freddie Jackson.
Don't laugh. it ain't funny.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to laugh.
I just thought that
you two would like each other.
You knew she was baldheaded.
You knew she had no damn hair.
(Laughs)
Don't laugh. It ain't funny.
Ooh, I'm sorry.
What Deebo doing over here?
He's in there
asleep with Felisha.
Felisha f***ing Deebo too?
Could you mind
your own business?
Where your mama at?
My mama is in Vegas
with her boyfriend.
So y'all just parlaying up
in here, huh?
Oh, s***. Party over here.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
What? What?
Bye-bye.
You trippin'.
I'm out of here anyway.
Peace out.
Ohh!
Nasty motherf***er.
(Snorts)
(ITEM BREAKS)
Ezel?
Smokey!
What you doing in here?
When YOU doin' in here?
Shh!
I seen the window open,
so I said f*** it.
Man, get the hell
out of here.
All right, man.
Look here, loan me $ 2.00.
(Knocks on door)
(Laughs)
I'm clowning.
Janet Jackson ass
get just a little fat.
Man, forget that.
I almost had the money.
What?
You remember that money we stole
from Stanley house?
Yeah.
Deebo was over Felisha
and Debbie house asleep.
I snuck through
the back window
to get the money
out of his pants,
and little Ezel come
through the window
and woke him up.
I tried to beat
his ass, but he ran.
You ain't catching
no crack head.
Forget that, man.
Let's just go over.
He's probably still asleep.
you breaking in, though.
You going to be with me?
I got you man.
(CREAKING)
Damn.
Oh, well. Forget that plan.
What time is it?
8:50.
I'm just going
to go in the house
and chill, man.
Oh. Now you're getting scared.
You want to go
in the house and lay down?
Hell, no,
nobody run me in my house,
like no little b***h.
This my hood. F*** Worm.
Boo!
Punk!
Y'all busters can't catch me.
(SHOUTING)
Papa!
Do you know what we just did?
We finally got
that little motherf***er.
Calm down.
What?
Who car is that
coming up creeping?
Drive-by! drive-by!
Get off my ass!
Man, let's go in the house.
Slippin'.
Wish you weren't slippin' today.
(BEEPING)
S***!
Who was that?
Big Worm.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, um, somebody,
uh, page Smokey?
Don't play dumb, ni**er.
You know who this is.
You got my money?
Man, you don't have
to holler, man.
I ain't got it yet,
but I'm going to get it...
(DIAL TONE)
What happened?
Man, he just hung up.
I think we better stay
in the house.
Damn!
See anything?
Man, I can't see s***.
Too damn many trees
all in the way.
I'm going to try again.
Hey, hey, hey!
Dana told me about
that big snake situation.
Big Worm.
Big Worm, Big Hole -
I don't give a damn.
Get your ass on
out of this house!
You always got some s*** goin'.
You, you keep your ass here.
Big Snake, Big Worm...
What kind of a name is that?
I bet y'all drinking that wine
and smoking them tweeds,
wearing them clothes
all half-off your ass.
What the hell's going on today?
Weeds.
Your punk ass dad.
He always talking s***.
Just wait. Well, hold up.
Tell him to comb
his god**** hair.
Like spiders is having
a meeting on his head.
I'm about sick of you.
I'm sick of you.
Now I'll walk
you home, punk ass.
You see him?
There ain't nobody
even out here.
I don't even know
why I'm trippin'.
Nobody want to mess
with the smoke dog.
(Barks)
Man, who's that?
# It ain't the ni**ers
that act hard... #
Oh, s***! Oh, s***!
Quick!
You don't know
who you're messing with!
Aah!
Damn!
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Hey, hey, hey.
Look and see if they're coming.
Hell, no. You look.
We both look on the count of 3.
1, 2, 3!
Craig, thought you said on 3.
You ain't bulls****in' me?
1, 2, 3!
Craig, what the f*** you...
You see them?
Yeah, they coming, man.
I ain't never going
to smoke weed again.
Craig, I love you, man.
Shut up. Let me go!
(Whimpers)
Shut up, man.
I shot one of them.
I know I shot one of them.
Hey, hey, look again.
F*** you.
Stanley! Stanley!
What's going on?
I don't know. It sounded
like machine guns.
Oh, Lord.
Mama, where Craig at?
I don't know.
There's Joann. Go ask
her if she's seen them.
Sounded like a bomb.
Joann, you seen Craig
and Smokey in there?
I thought they were over there.
Deebo, you seen Craig
and Smokey around here?
Earlier.
Damn.
What she say?
She ain't seen him, and Deebo
ain't seen him.
MRS JONES: See why you have
to tell us before you leave?
Look at your face!
It'll be OK.
No, look at your face.
Who do you think you are?
What are you talking about?
You know what
I'm talking about, punk.
You hit my sister like
she was a f***ing man.
She had no business
going through my pants.
My sister don't need
to steal nothing
from your broke ass.
Take your ass home.
I'm not scared of you.
All these ni**ers around here
might be scared of you,
but I'm not.
You take your ass home.
No, f*** you.
You're lucky I'm not a man.
Otherwise I'd kick
your ass myself.
Shut up!
Deebo, man, you trippin'.
What you say, little ni**er?
Man, that's a female.
Shut your little
punk ass up, ni**er,
before I drop you
like I did this b***h.
Man, I ain't trying
to fight you, Deebo.
Ezel.
You want to fight me
'cause you ain't nothin'
but a b***h too.
What are you going
to do with that...
...besides make me mad?
Put the gun down, son.
DEEBO: Huh?
Put the gun down, son.
Yeah. Put that gun down, son,
and get knocked down
like your father used to.
(GUNSHOT)
This was all the protection
we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live...
You live to fight another day.
You think you're a man
with that gun
in your hand, don't you?
I'm a man without it.
(ECHOING)
Yeah.
Put that gun down, son.
And get knocked down
like your father used to.
Give me the gun, son.
Craig.
Give me... give me the gun.
Give me the gun, son.
(Laughs)
That's all you got?
Drop him, Craig! Craig! Craig!
Craig! Aw, s***!
Get up, Craig! Get up, Craig!
Oh, s***! God!
God damn.
Uh-uh!
No, no, no, come on,
baby! Let him be a man.
Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Yeah!
Shoot him.
See, he's not fighting fair!
Uh-uh!
I been down before.
I been down before.
I taught him better than this.
Come on, Craig!
Come on, Craig!
Told y'all! Y'all want some?
Beat him down! Beat you down!
Who else want some?
Who else want some of Deebo?
DANA: Craig, get up!
MR JONES: Get up, Craig!
Come on, Craig!
Stand up, Craig! Stand up!
There you go!
Hey, punk!
Yes, Mr Big Shot.
F***ing... Yeah, crawl, punk!
Crawl, b***h!
Whoop him, Craig! Whoop his ass!
Ooh, that's what
I'm talking about!
That's my dog!
Take that.
That's my dog!
Ain't that right, Ma?
That's my dog! Mr Parker!
That's my dog!
That's my dog!
Cutie pie.
If anybody got to say anything,
you let me know.
That's my dog.
You OK?
Yeah.
Craig.
No, no, cupcake.
Leave him alone.
Let him be a man.
I taught him good, didn't I?
Now who's the punk?
He think he a mack.
Macaroni.
You got knocked
the f*** out, man.
Give me my god**** money.
The payback's
a motherf***er, ain't it?
Pow, pow, pow.
Shana, come on.
Come on, Mama.
My grandmama gave me this chain.
Deebo! Deebo!
Man, you should have been
bobbing and weaving.
Look at you. Get up!
Since you ain't,
I'll take these shoes.
Big foot motherf***er,
you can have your knife.
'Cause I steal, I don't kill.
How's your back feeling?
It'll be cool.
Bleeding and s***.
What time you waking up
in the morning?
8:30. Why?
I was just wondering
if maybe you were
feeling better,
then, um, you could come over.
I'm feeling better already.
I'm going to call you tomorrow.
Alright.
8:30, right?
Yes.
Hey... 7:30.
(Laughs)
That's right.
(PHONE RINGS)
CRAIG: Hello?
JOl: Why you can't
call nobody back?
Which one of your hos
has somebody
shooting at you?
I don't know why
I waste my time
on your old
stupid ass anyway.
I don't know either.
It's over. B***h!
(DIAL TONE)
Yeah, I got your money,
and I don't appreciate
you sending your punk ass, buster
ass, jheri curl ass friends
to shoot at me and my homie.
They liked to got dealt with.
Don't be calling here like you
some straight up "g",
'cause I'll cut your balls off
and hand them to you, partner.
I had to warn you too many times
about my money, Smokey.
It's the principle
of the whole thing.
There's principalities
in this.
Well, yeah. I got
your money anyway,
and you sell that s***
yourself next time
'cause I'm going to rehab.
I'm through with this s***.
I was just bulls****in',
and you know this, man.
RAP SONG:
# You know it ain't no stopping
# All the dogs I'm dropping
# It's Friday night,
so everything is popping
# I got spin
that's been on the head
# So let the games begin
# Yakety yak, don't talk back,
go to a song
# Calling up earl
on the car phone
# Mac 10
just got out of court
# Roaming through the hood
in a super sport
# Bumper too short
# 18's got the rear view
mirror's vibrating
# And deep dish dating
# You know how we do it,
ain't nothing to it
# But the floss of the crowd,
Harris & Ross
# 'Cause if you f*** with ours,
we leave scars
# On a "g" right course,
living like stars
# Might hit the highway
on the Vegas run
# Fool, 'cause it's Friday
# Oh, yeah, throw
your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw
your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Standing outside
on the Friday
# Living on the edge
# 'Cause we all
got them hard heads
# It seems like we all away
# For the drive-by,
playing tag with Satan
# But we chillin',
yeah, we ready and willin'
# You hear about
the latest west side killing?
# But we slippin', say trippin'
# For dipping, pistol gripping,
never slipping
# Big g's
trying to hang out
# But old "g" said, take
your little ass in the house
# My big homie just got out
# Used to be damned,
now we just crack dead
# He's about
as hard as Darth Vader
# In his sweatshirt,
khakis, and chuck taylors
# Just seen them
in the driveway
# Getting beat like a smoker,
fool, 'cause it's Friday
# Oh, yeah, throw
your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw
your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care, fool
# Why must I be like that
and chase the cat?
# Or settle for a hood rack?
# Do be brave
# No dreadlocks flying
in and out of town
# With half a chicken
and a cock
# And I love her
# 'Cause she dared
to f*** around
# With the underground
# Pussy hound, and her ass
is big, round, and wide
# Jacked up,
making ni**ers down the rye
# Smoking in dope,
playing that super Nintendo
# Hear a rat-a-tat
on my window
# There goes that
pelvic thrust
# Don't trust a rubber,
'cause it's bound to bust
# In the oven, in the nappy
# I had on 2, so I was happy
# 'Cause that HIV will
make your dick hang sideways
# And that ain't cool, fool,
'cause it's Friday
# Throw your neighbourhood
in the air, if you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw
your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care. #
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