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 shit 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, shit.
What's up?
Good morning.
Are you prepared for Jehovah's return?
Because if you're not,
I have a pamphlet here that...
Well, fuck you.
Half-dead motherfucker.
Come on, sister.
Yeah.
(Chuckles)
Uh-oh.
I gotcha.
Gotcha baby.
That's right.
Damn.
(CHEWING NOISES)
Ain't nothin' in this house. Shit.
Every time I come in the kitchen,
you in the kitchen...
In the goddamn 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 shit.
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 shit 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 shit 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 fuck 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 goddamn...
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 bitch, 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.
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.
Fuck 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.
Niggers are broke these days.
I don't think you're applying yourself, Smokey.
Huh?
You smoking my shit?
Hell no! Fuck with your shit?
You smoking my shit?
Now, why would I do some shit like that?
I don't wanna have to fuck 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 shit.
Now, you know this, man!
We'll see.
Florida Evans-lookin' motherfucker.
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 fuck 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.
Goddamn!
You got to be a stupid motherfucker
to get fired on your day off.
Pops talking about kicking you out again?
Yup.
Ooh! Goddamn!
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 nigger.
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 motherfucker too.
I ain't fucking with you. Watch out.
She wanted to give me the ass one time.
I had to go to work and shit.
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 shit 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 nigger 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, shit.
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, shit! Whoo!
(Kids cackle)
That's my bike, punk!
You got knocked the fuck 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 shit over here.
Damn. Lil Chris got you too?
Hell, yeah.
Got me too, little bitch ass nigger.
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 bitch 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' shit. just open the goddamn door.
(WHAM!)
Stop slamming my goddamn door.
Sorry, Joann.
SMOKEY: Let's go in here.
I know you don't wanna hear that shit.
Ha ha ha! Yes, I did!
Get your ass up and cook or clean up or something!
Talkin' shit.
Damn.
All you do is smoke weed.
That's all right.
Don't worry
about what the fuck 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 fucking you up.
Big Worm ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, man!
Alright.
Look...
He need me.
Red told me he smoked a fool
for 50 bucks.
I don't give a fuck.
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.
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)
Goddamn.
Stop your shit. Stop the mother.
Yeah.
Dizam!
Fuck.
Watch my car.
Make sure nobody mess with it.
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
Damn!
Mrs Parker finer than a motherfucker.
Damn.
I'd knock the dust off that pussy.
Damn.
BOTH: Hi, Mrs Parker.
Hi, boys.
When you gonna let me fuck, 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)
Shit.
(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, nigger.
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.
Nigger.
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?
Fuck 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 shit.
Been smoking since I was 2.
Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, homes.
I know what I'm doing, man.
Shut the fuck 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! goddamn!
Goddamn motherfuckers!
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, "Fuck 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)
Nigger, you slow.
You run like a girl.
Fuck you.
(SQUEAKING)
Oh, shit.
Here come Deebo.
Give me your stuff.
Oh, shit.
Known for jackin' a nigger.
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, fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch.
CRAIG: For some reason,
I don't think Smokey wanted to go in there,
but peer pressure's a motherfucker.
(GLASS BREAKS)
SMOKEY: Come on, nigger.
CRAIG: Damn. Always caught in the middle of something.
SMOKEY: Get your big ass on in the window.
CRAIG: Hurry up. Shit.
(Deebo and Smokey arguing)
CRAIG: Hmm? Oh, shit.
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 shit.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
(DIAL TONE)
Oh, man, come on! Goddamn!
(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! #
Fuck you!
Goddamn 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 shit 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 shit to do.
Alright.
Put it in your mouth.
Shut up.
That's the shit, ain't it?
That's the shit.
(Chomps)
That's the shit.
Wet the motherfucker all up.
It's my shit.
I can do whatever I wanna do.
(Coughs)
Stop hitting it so hard.
Hold up.
You fuckin' up the rotation.
Puff, puff, give. puff, puff, give.
You fuckin' up the rotation.
You can get killed with somebody else.
That's some serious shit.
You lucky you my boy.
Oh, shit.
Take your time.
Gotta crawl before you walk.
You high yet?
Craig fucked 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 shit.
Aw, shit. Here come Felisha.
Aw, shit.
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 shit 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 shit.
Get the hell on.
I'm gonna remember that.
Remember it. Write it down.
Take a picture. I don't give a fuck!
Craig?
'Bye, Felisha.
Damn. Y'all stingy.
She's a goddamn pest.
(Craig chuckles)
Ah, man.
The bud is kicking in.
Don't start trippin', Craig.
Smoke.
I ain't trippin'.
Craig.
Craig!
Hold up.
(HEART BEATING AUDIBLY)
I can hear my heart beating.
Man, that's what it's supposed to do.
Nah. My shit 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 nigger 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' motherfucker.
(Laughs)
Man, what up?
I don't do that gay shit now.
You want me to go get the sugar from my house?
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, shit.
Motherfuckin' cops, man.
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
They know I'm over here.
Oh, shit.
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 shit?
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 fuck?
(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. Shit.
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 shit!
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 goddamn door!
Damn.
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Stop!
Hey! Wait!
Ice-cream!
Oh, shit.
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 fuck 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 bullshittin' ya.
You know I sold that shit.
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 fuck 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. Nigger, we got fucked up!
Look, nigger, 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 fuck out of my face, man.
Baby!
Can I have my chili fritos?
You can't have shit. 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?
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 shit?
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, bitch?
Yeah, who was that bitch?
CRAIG: Who you talkin' to?
Nigger, 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!
Shit.
(Grunts)
Shit.
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.
Shit.
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!
Fuck.
Mama!
Shit.
# 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 shit.
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 shit 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 shit!
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?
Nigger, 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 fuck is that bitch?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
You think you're slick, asking me for money!
Well, ask that bitch for some money!
Damn.
What's wrong with your ho?
Damn!
We had the money right there in my motherfucking...
We ain't have shit.
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 shit.
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 fuck up before Craig's father come out here.
You need to go and do that.
Hell, I ain't selling him shit.
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 nigger got us in some shit.
You know that shit was fucked up, man.
It's alright. You have nice legs, man.
Shit, 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 fucked 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 fuck 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 shit
on them fools around the corner.
RED: Man, fuck 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 fucked 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, shit.
Ah, he's going off.
Goddamn 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 niggers.
Later on, call me and let me know what happened.
You're making me nervous, ok?
I'm trippin' out, scared as shit.
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, nigger, 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.
Shit!
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.
Shit! That girl wider than all outside.
Talkin' about she looked like Janet Jackson.
Oh, no, she didn't go there.
Bitch 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 fucking 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, shit. Party over here.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
What? What?
Bye-bye.
You trippin'.
I'm out of here anyway.
Peace out.
Ohh!
Nasty motherfucker.
(Snorts)
(ITEM BREAKS)
Ezel?
Smokey!
What you doing in here?
When YOU doin' in here?
Shh!
I seen the window open, so I said fuck 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 bitch.
This my hood. Fuck Worm.
Boo!
Punk!
Y'all busters can't catch me.
(SHOUTING)
Papa!
Do you know what we just did?
We finally got that little motherfucker.
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)
Shit!
Who was that?
Big Worm.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, um, somebody, uh, page Smokey?
Don't play dumb, nigger. 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 shit.
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 shit 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 shit.
Just wait. Well, hold up.
Tell him to comb his goddamn 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 niggers that act hard... #
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
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 bullshittin' me?
1, 2, 3!
Craig, what the fuck 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.
Fuck 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 fucking 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 niggers around here
might be scared of you, but I'm not.
You take your ass home.
No, fuck 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 nigger?
Man, that's a female.
Shut your little punk ass up, nigger,
before I drop you like I did this bitch.
Man, I ain't trying to fight you, Deebo.
Ezel.
You want to fight me
'cause you ain't nothin' but a bitch 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, shit!
Get up, Craig! Get up, Craig!
Oh, shit! 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!
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.
Fucking... Yeah, crawl, punk!
Crawl, bitch!
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!
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 fuck out, man.
Give me my goddamn money.
The payback's a motherfucker, 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 motherfucker, you can have your knife.
'Cause I steal, I don't kill.
How's your back feeling?
It'll be cool.
Bleeding and shit.
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. Bitch!
(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 shit yourself next time
'cause I'm going to rehab.
I'm through with this shit.
I was just bullshittin', 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 fuck 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 fuck around
# With the underground
# Pussy hound, and her ass is big, round, and wide
# Jacked up, making niggers 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. #