My old man, Vic Hill, is of the firm belief
that people are born fully fixed.
Some people are born kind, some people are born evil
and that he was born just plain naughty.
♪ My daddy was a bank robber ♪
♪ He never hurt nobody ♪
♪ He just loved to live that way ♪
♪ He loved to steal your money... ♪
Hey!
♪ ...Some are rich and some are poor ♪
♪ And that's the way the world is ♪
♪ I don't believe in laying back... ♪
- Armed police! Stay where you are! - Put down your weapon!
♪ So we came to jazz it up ♪
♪ We never loved a shovel ♪
♪ Break your back to earn your pay... ♪
Off. Now.
♪ The old man spoke to me in a bar ♪
♪ Said I never was in prison ♪
♪ A lifetime serving one machine... ♪
He's never known what it's like to earn a straight living
and never had any interest in finding out.
He'd rob banks, blow the shutters off armoured trucks
and have a crack at cracking any safe that couldn't be cracked.
Happy New Year, Dad.
Happy New Year, Albert.
Ooh.
Looks like I 'm in the doghouse again, son.
Yeah. Mum went to sleep.
Now, I need to tell you something Albert, and I need you to listen very carefully.
You know when a kid at school has got something that you really want
and you spend all your time thinking
about how to get that same thing for yourself?
And you sit there scratching your noggin, plotting all the different ways
that you can earn the money to get that BMX that you want so badly.
And you slave your little bollocks off every day
yet you just can't seem to squirrel away enough money to get that bike.
And I really wanted that bike.
Yeah. Well, Albert, there is a way to get it.
You just have to take it.
- Take it? - Yeah.
But here's where the trick is: You must not get caught.
You make sure you're super-duper smart and cover your tracks
because if you do get caught, the bubbles will go flat in your pop.
Have the bubbles gone flat in your pop, Dad?
It seems that way.
Now...
you, take this.
It's a lucky charm.
Now, go upstairs
and don't come back down no matter what you 'ear.
No tears, son.
You're a Hill...
and Hills don't cry over flat pop.
Go.
- Get on the floor now! - Move. Get out.
♪ Took the lucky stars, the diamonds! ♪
♪ Yeah, we're taking the diamonds! ♪
♪ Ooh la ooh ♪
♪ Se-le-ah, ooh la, ooh la, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh la ooh ♪
♪ Se-le-ah, ooh la, ooh la, ooh-ooh... ♪
Have you seen him before?
♪ Snapping my fingers, walking around ♪
♪ I'm the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown ♪
♪ Got a bus pass to make my way ♪
♪ From hideout to hideout in the heat of the day ♪
♪ I got a talisman tote with the whole array... ♪
Fuckin' hell, that's hot.
Fake it until you make it, Albert.
♪ ...It was a restless year ♪
♪ For a while we had no fear ♪
♪ Yeah! Bloody nose in the all night diner ♪
♪ Rolling with Rose and Miss Mariel Steiner ♪
♪ You can't pin her down, you can't define her ♪
♪ Dostoevsky, dime store copy ♪
♪ Ooh la ooh ♪
♪ Se-le-ah, ooh la, ooh la, ooh. ♪
Morning, mate. How you doing? You alright?
Yeah, good.
- Morning, Albert. - Hello, my love.
- How are you? - Good, love.
- Morning, Albert. - Cheers, love.
Morning, Albert.
Here you are, Eddie. That's for you.
Alright, Mum. - Morning, love.
Good. Give me those. - Ah, they're all overdue.
Bills don't pay themselves, Albert. - No, but don't worry. We'll sort it.
Charlie in? - Since we opened.
So have we gone artisanal, Charlie boy?
Brahms and Liszt.
A vanilla and cardamom infusion.
Wholesaling at 400% mark-up on piss-cheap Serbian vodka.
And you've found some tool stupid enough to buy all this hipster shite, have ya?
Come on, Charlie, you know we need as much cash as we can
to bet on Billy's fight tonight.
The mixologist is my second cousin on the Cavendish-Scott side.
Ooh. A deal stamped in blue blood?
That imbues me with confidence. - Oh, yeah.
I mean, we could always just flog it out the back of a van again
but that business model
hasn't really worked for us to date, has it, Al?
When Billy wins tonight
we can start to leave all this small-time shit behind us.
I mean, let's face it. This is not sustainable, is it?
- Head down, arms swinging, Al. - Yeah? Alright.
You be a good boy and load all that into the back of the van
and I 'll see you in a few.
What did your last peon die of?
Alright, Albert?
Morning, Patsy. I was gonna call you today.
Yeah. Well, I thought I'd save you the bother.
Which way is the wind blowing, Albert?
I do need a bit more time.
Come on, Patsy, I am good for it. You know that, don't ya?
Well, I 'm starting to wonder, son.
You've been tap-dancing round me
quicker than Fred Astaire on the nose candy.
Listen, Patsy- - No. You listen.
Don't think because you're Vic Hill's boy I won't come down on you.
Money's owed and money will be paid.
You've got until the weekend
or I 'll take a finger.
And the florist's.
I've always fancied having me own concession.
Alright, mate.
You gotta come in behind with it. Come on. Keep working. Keep working.
To his head, to his head.
Right, hands up. Hands up all the time. That's it.
Under! Yeah.
One-two. One-two.
Come in behind that left.
Use it!
Would you tidy this place up, Billy? It's a shithole here.
I don't exactly remember inviting you over.
Right. And what are these?
Thought we had an agreement.
No funny business 48 hours in the lead-up to the fight.
Don't worry about it, Al.
Man only went three rounds, you know.
- What's up with you? - You know what's up with me.
I told you, this fight is important. We're six unbeaten now.
We win tonight, we might be able to push things forward
make some proper money for a change.
I 'm sick of scraping by, hand to mouth, Bill.
I 'm sick of living on that freezing-cold barge, you living in here.
Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, that's everyday shit.
So, you gonna tell me what's really going on?
I'm right on the back foot with the bills.
You know that, don't ya? - Mm-hm.
Took out a loan against the florist's to cover 'em
and now I 'm late on the payments.
Who'd you get the money off, Al?
You went to Patsy.
When you're the offspring of Vic Hill, you're not exactly welcome at the bank.
But does your mum know?
She will do when he kicks the door down cos I ain't paid him back.
And how much do you owe?
20 grand. - 20 grand?
And counting, unfortunately. - Jesus.
Anyway, I 'm gonna go and do a bit of business with Charlie.
I'll come grab you before the fight.
Look after yourself today. Stay hydrated.
See you in a bit.
So, which one of you girl scouts is game for a little cuddle then?
Hm. Lovely lox this, Hate 'Em All. Where'd you source it?
Friendly Screw, Vic.
Ah, well now, he is a man one can rely on.
A quality rarely seen in our line of work these days.
Used to be you knew who you knew.
Yeah. And stood where you fucking stood. - Mate, you're right.
Anyways, look, what're you in the mood for today?
Apple or pear? - Hmm.
Think I 'll go with the mix today. - Apples and pears it is, then.
- There you are. - Lovely.
Alright, liven yourself up. Mrs H is on the phone.
Ugh. 15 years in the shovel
and still yet to enjoy a peaceful bit of breakfast.
I was just telling Hate 'Em that my greatest achievement
is having you stay married to me for all these years, Lily.
You've got egg on your chin, Victor.
Ooh, I'd be lost without you.
- You alright, Mrs H? Yeah? - Hello, handsome.
So, what's the gossip, Lil?
Just getting everything shipshape for Johnny Reid's big send-off.
- Oh, we make a few quid out of it? - Hardly.
But all money is good money, right, love?
Good luck to him at the pearly gates.
Wonder if Saint Peter will take a bung and let him in, the vicious bastard.
Oh, was that Albert?
I haven't heard from him in a couple of weeks.
- He's a busy boy. - Busy with what?
Flogging moonshine?
Busy doing what he can to keep us above water.
It's not roses at the minute, Vic.
Albert needs to understand that this small-time stuff
is simply not sustainable.
More chances to get nicked.
If he's gonna play the game, he needs go in heavy.
Oh, come on. You were still trying to find your feet at his age.
- But I had ambition. - So does Albert.
He's managing Billy's fight career.
He's got him a decent ticket tonight, as it happens.
Billy's fighting tonight? Where's that then?
You keep your beak out of it, Vic Hill.
Oh, any chance of a viewing, Lil?
Come on, I could really do with a good night in.
Nah, I wasn't planning on going. I don't like seeing Billy fighting.
Ooh. You could put on that red dress that I really like.
The one with the low-cut front.
Show them all what I'm missing.
Turn it in. What's the matter? I'm trying to have me breakfast.
You daft sod.
I'm only daft for you, sweetheart. I'm only daft for you.
Here, Vic.
Did you know that the robin redbreast
is actually five and three-quarter inches in length?
El Flamingo?
Did you fall off your rocking horse, Charlie?
Everyone knows this place is fronted by Sonny Castillo.
And that insane wannabe Cuban has a zero-tolerance policy
for any liberties of any description being taken inside his establishments.
It's urban legend, Al.
Sonny Castillo is a legitimate businessman.
♪ Yeah! Dites "wow" pour le monde qui veulent wow, so dites "wow" ♪
♪ C'est le "wow" pour les wow pis my man et les "wow" ♪
♪ Dites "wow" pour le monde qui veulent wow so dites "wow" ♪
♪ "wow" pour le monde qui veulent wow... ♪
I 'm not an accountant, Sonny, but I can count heads
and we had a club-full last night.
That was down to me.
We made a deal.
Ten percent of the takings.
And this is not ten percent!
Always with the drama, Lotti.
You need to centre your fire, baby girl.
Yeah.
You're right.
I'll torch this place to the ground with you in it.
Hey, hey.
You make me wanna salsa.
Swear to God, you gotta have Cuban blood.
Give me what you owe me, you pig, or I 'll leave you so fast--
No one leaves Santiago Castillo.
Now,
be a good girl, go shopping, and buy yourself something...
transparent to wear tonight.
OK, baby. I 'll turn some heads.
♪ Give me that money Gi-Gi-Give me that money ♪
♪ Give me that money Give me that-mon that-that money... ♪
Now, the distillation process takes place in stainless steel vats
for over several months.
Uh, the, uh, timing of the distillation is as such...
Alright, what is it with you boys and your bullshit?
Just pour the shit.
Where's Charlie's cousin?
Just that we was expecting to be dealing with him...
He got caught with his dirty, thieving fingers in the till last night.
Lil' Manny here had a chinwag with him,
threw him out with the empties.
Well, yeah. He was always the black sheep of the family.
Pour.
Here you go, big boy.
That smells like shit.
Give me that, Beanie.
Cardamom and vanilla?
You've got some bollocks.
Yeah, well, if it's not to your liking, we can be on our way--
Not to my liking? It's inspired.
Inspired? Well, that's good. Right?
How many cases do you have?
A dozen out in the van. - We'll take the lot.
Pay these boys.
Cash works, fellas.
Well, that went to plan, didn't it? - "Went to plan"? You penis.
We were seconds away from getting the carpet treatment in there.
I just made us two grand.
When are you going to give me a pat on the back?
When you start adding some risk-averse value to this operation.
Risk-averse value?
I think you might want to reconsider our chosen line of work, Al.
You know it was never a choice for me.
Oh, yeah. And I was born with a silver spoon up my arse?
- I didn't say that, Charlie. - Didn't have to.
I know what you and Billy think.
"Oh, Charlie, he's not the offspring of a bank robber
or a bare-knuckle fighter.
No, he couldn't possibly know his way around a bit of business...
I don't have time for this now.
Need to concentrate on finding more folding
to put down on Billy's fight tonight.
This ain't gonna cut it.
And you know that mental case, Patsy, is gonna be sharpening his garden scissors
and dreaming of daffodils.
Where you going? Charlie? Charlie, where you going?
To dip my fingers in the family coffers
so you can remain in possession of all of yours.
You're Albert Hill.
Vic Hill's son, right?
That's right.
Thought you'd have more about you than flogging rebottled piss water.
But, then again...
maybe you're like all the other losers in this neighbourhood.
You're fulfilling your dreams, are ya? Knocking about with Sonny Castillo.
I haven't even started to live my dreams yet, mate.
Right. Nobody move a muscle.
Vic, we got three bars here.
Don't do drugs, Albert, you'll end up in prison.
Drugs are really expensive in prison. - Yeah, well, I 'll bear that in mind, Dad.
Listen, I've had a think.
Gonna work the odds on Billy boy's fight tonight.
How'd you know about Billy's fight?
Have him smack the fella around three rounds
without putting him away.
The odds are gonna shorten on the win, so we go in heavy on a loss,
have Billy catch a cold in the fourth. Boom.
No. I 'm not having Billy take a fall. No way.
I 'm trying to build something here, Dad.
OK, I appreciate that.
But it's page one: When the odds are there to be worked, we work 'em.
Gonna make a packet out of this.
Get back to your winning ways the next go-round.
I've got ten grand stashed with Clive at the Battle Cruiser.
Go and grab it and put on the wager.
Since when did you have ten grand stashed at the pub?
Rainy-day readies.
You forget I'm the bank robber?
Get your head straight, son.
Billy goes down in the fourth.
Bollocks.
Dad just called me.
Did he, now? - He knows about the fight.
Wants Billy to take a fall.
Told me we'd make a packet out of it.
And what did you say? - What do you think I said?
He didn't give me a chance to say anything, did he?
You know what he gets like.
Your dad sees things in simple terms, love.
If there's a bulletproof way to turn over a pound
he'll take it every time.
Well, that equalled out perfectly for all of us, didn't it?
Don't be too tough on him, love. He's just trying to stay relevant.
Stay relevant? What about me? I'm just trying to get fucking relevant.
- Language, Albert. - No, Mum.
We've been up against it ever since Dad got nicked.
Unpaid bills up to our ears. We haven't had any help from anyone.
You're still peddling fake designer shirts
and look at me, I'm still wearing 'em.
Dad put us in this situation in the first place
and he thinks he can just call me up
and get me to do whatever he wants whenever he wants.
Is that a statement or a question, Albert?
Cos what I see is a young man who should be making his own choices.
Yeah?
Hello, Staff. - Ah.
Good afternoon, Master Charles. - Are my parents home?
Well, if you mean "parents" in the biological context
pertaining to an organism, cell or complex molecular structure
that generates or produces another, then yes
your parents are indeed...
in residence.
Thank you, Staff.
Afternoon, Charlie.
Everything ticking along alright, old chap?
Head down, arms swinging, Father.
Good boy.
Do me a favour, would you, and pop into the bedroom
and remind your mother that the plumber was called out
to disencumber the pipes and not her.
OK. TMI. Jesus.
Oh Christ.
"Work the odds a little bit, Alby. We'll make a packet out of it, Alby.
Billy goes down in the fourth". Course he goes down in the fourth.
Cos you have to run my life from inside the nick, don't ya?
He ain't going down. Why does he go down in the fourth?
He ain't gonna take a dive, he ain't gonna shorten the odds
he ain't going down in the fourth.
Not going down in the...
Alright, Albert.
Vic called, said you'd be dropping by.
And like a rabbit out of an hat, here I am.
Any thoughts on the fight, son?
♪ I've been keeping my head well-trained... ♪
Too close to call, Clive.
♪ ...frame by frame just fun ♪
♪ I want to hear something that's mine ♪
♪ Tell me it's time ♪
♪ Tell me it's time. ♪
Good afternoon.
And how may I be of assistance?
Um... S-Saul Gold, please.
Mr Gold is occupied, but I'd be more than happy to help you
with any enquiry you may have.
Enquiry I may have?
Right. Uh, yeah. Um...
Yeah.
Um, I have a very rare gold antique fob watch.
Mint condition.
Been in my family, the Cavendish-Scotts, for over four generations.
I'd like an appraisal for a potential sale.
It's sub-mint, as indicated here by the wear on the bezel.
The weight of the watch is a hundred grams,
so mass value is nominal.
Mm.
Not antique, but placed into the mid-century modern era.
The fob watch is not a style that is in vogue in the current market.
So we could make you a purchase price offer of £3000.
Would that be satisfactory, sir?
Uh, what? How... How much? Yeah, yeah. That... That's satisfactory.
Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Cavendish-Scott.
Go in. Ask her out.
Or call in later.
Now? Later? Too soon?
Too soon.
Billy, I wanna run something past you.
It's about the fight. - What about it?
Well, I've been thinking.
You know, if we work the odds on this a bit
you know we can make a packet out of it.
Work the odds?
I ain't taking a dive, Al. Not a chance.
Listen, Billy, you know I'd never ask you to do that.
So, what you asking then?
Take a few slaps in the first three rounds.
Alright? We let the odds lengthen on you winning
we lay down our bet
and you poleaxe this prick in the fourth round.
You want me to do the rope-a-dope?
I know it's a lot to ask of you
but I 'm right on the back foot here, ain't I?
I do this and that problem goes away?
Like it never happened.
- Alright, then. - Yeah?
Ah! What, seriously?
You know I've never been shy about taking a few digs, Al.
- Give me that. Mwah! - Oi. Easy.
- Eh! Protect yourself at all times. - You're lucky.
Yeah, what?
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Hey... ♪
Albert Hill.
What's occurring, blud? This and that, Tip Top. You know me.
So, is your half-pikey pal ready for a proper tear-up?
What do you think?
♪ Pecknam back up to Gaza ♪
♪ If a man mash up the harder ♪
♪ Bare gunshots rap up a barber... ♪
Fighter weighs in at 162 pounds!
♪ See that... See that ho'offspring He gets hold hostage ♪
♪ Man'll roll over there, no cross bridge ♪
♪ He don't know what's his... ♪
You promised us a proper ding-dong, Tip Top.
You're fighting Castillo's boy.
Keep your head straight, Billy, alright? Keep your head straight.
♪ Yeah I made tick-tock, but I don't wear watches ♪
♪ She's so sexy, lookin' so foxy ♪
♪ But she so gets me, and gets... So watch me ♪
♪ Watch me ♪
♪ Man so blotchy ♪
♪ Man's hating, so they so what me... ♪
Come here, you! Come on.
I'm coming for you!
It's fight night!
Come on, Al, you've wrapped me three times already.
Yeah, well, these babies are our ticket to the big time.
- Alright, girls. - Here he is.
Where have you been?
Getting your bottom spanked by Staff?
No. Raising funds to extract your broke ass from the gutter.
Yeah, alright. - A little risk-averse value.
Three bags to up the ante.
Three grand? Shit.
Fair play, Charlie boy.
15 grand
alright?
All of it to go down on Billy to win in the fourth.
And don't put it down till the end of round three. We good?
Good as gold.
Oi. Round four.
Fourth round. - Right.
- Ooh. Hate 'Em? - Yeah.
- Fight time. - Alright.
I 'll be back for you, little man.
Keep them custard creams on ice for me, alright?
Yeah right.
Right, let's get the old lady on the phone.
Hi. - Hi.
Sit right there, baby.
Alright, love. - Hello, beautiful.
You get us some ringside seats?
Ah, well, the Hill name still holds some sway around here, babe.
Check this out.
Sort it, son! Go on! You're the man! You got this.
Billy boy!
Hey! That's it!
Wa gwan? Let's hit that.
OK, let's have some fun.
Centre of the ring, please, boys.
Right. I want a good clean fight. Leave the monkey business in the zoo.
To your corners. To your corners.
Go on now! Murder!
Boys, can you keep the noise down?
The fight's about to start. Sweet.
Listen to me. Stick to the plan and we're home and dry.
Stick to the plan, alright?
No knockout until the fourth, yeah?
Alright, love. Get in there.
Hope he remembers to go down.
He'll go down.
Come on, Billy!
Come on!
Come on, Chepe.
Referee, he's holding now. He's holding.
Referee!
Slow down, Billy boy.
Bit of a live wire that boy, ain't he?
Well, Billy boy, you know the script. You know the script.
Ref! What, man?
What are you doing in there? - I barely touched him.
Well, touch him less.
Less touching, please.
Touch him. Touch him.
Too early, too early. - But he's making it look good, isn't he?
Nice. Come on!
No.
What you doing? What you doing?
Come on, Billy.
Oi!
Oh!
Listen up, that was after the bell, that.
Round four. We're done. We're done.
This is it. - We're home and dry.
How're you feeling?
Good as gold, Al. - Yeah.
What action are you offering Billy Ayres in the fourth?
It's a carpet. Three-to-one odds.
Fifteen large.
Fifteen large? - Do I stutter?
Well, I'll have to go up the totem pole to get an eye on this one.
I will take your folding, big bollocks.
Lovely. - Nice one.
Fourth round, Bill. Fourth round, Bill, alright?
Put him on his arse.
You know what to do, Billy. You know what to do.
Oi, oi, oi!
No! - What is he doing?
- Get him, Billy! - Come on, man.
- One... - Get up.
Two...
Three...
F-Four... - I need you to get up, Chepe.
Come on! Come on!
Oi! Are you counting there or what?
- Seven... - Are you counting there or what?
- Get up. Get up. Get up! - Eight...
Nine...
Hold it.
Box!
Ah, shit!
Ooh!
Ref, he's gouging his eye there!
He gouged his eye!
He thumbed his eye!
Sit your ass down!
There he is.
Bye-bye. Good night.
One, two, three, four, five...
Billy, stand up.
Six...
Seven...
Bill, get your arse up!
Eight.
Eight...
Nine...
The end!
Chepe Vago is the winner by TKO!
Ah! Oh, son.
Oi, what's your game there?
Ten seconds. Can you count? Waving off after nine.
What's your problem? You're a mug. You're a mug.
Let's get out of here.
I mean, he turned us over. Castillo properly turned us over.
All that money, Billy, gone!
Shit! We're fucked.
Yeah, not to mention the small issue
that Vic Hill thinks he just won a small fortune.
I 'm well aware that I 'm now 30 grand in the hole to my old man.
Thank you very much, Charlie.
I say we go back there and... lodge a protest.
Let's go back and kick the shit out of 'em.
Hey!
Alright, boys.
What do you want?
Sonny hustled you guys.
I think you mean your boyfriend hustled us.
Soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.
Time to move along.
Your eye alright, tough guy?
Still in its socket.
You haven't answered my question.
It was me who turned El Flamingo from a dive bar
into the hottest spot around here.
Sonny's been short-changing me out of my cut for months.
I want what's mine.
My guess is, you want what's yours.
I thought we could help each other. - Go on.
Sonny's got a collection going out this morning, five AM.
A security van picks up this month's takings from El Flamingo.
I'm talking couple of hundred grand.
I give you the route.
You figure out the best place to hit the truck.
"Hit the truck"?
What makes you think we'd be stupid enough to rob Sonny Castillo?
Maybe the rumours about you were right.
The apple did fall far from the tree.
But if you boys decide to man up...
I 'm only eleven digits away.
We've gotta go after him, Al.
I can't just sit on my hands.
For once, I think I actually agree with Billy.
You think you've got the minerals to hold up a security van
do you, Charlie?
Actually, yeah. I think I might.
Yeah, well, Sonny Castillo is a proper nut.
And if we get this wrong, we are bang in trouble.
I 'm talking two in the back of the head kind of trouble.
What do you think Vic'd do?
We all know what Vic would do!
This entire neighbourhood knows what Vic Hill would do.
You wanna go and do a 20 stretch in the nick
you go and knock yourself out.
Get inside, boys. Come on.
There's no shame in what happened tonight, Billy.
You had him beat and you were robbed. - Bloody robbed.
I'm, uh, sorry about the towels, Mrs H. - Don't you worry, love.
You know it's not the first time I've had to clear up a mess in this house.
Most likely, it won't be the last.
Albert.
Kitchen.
So, I take it you bet on the win?
Yeah, and we would have won if we hadn't have been turned over.
Somebody's always getting turned over in this game, Albert.
You should know that by now.
I feel like I'm losing control, right?
Paddling upstream, trying to steer things in the right direction.
As soon as I feel like I'm getting somewhere...
Everything turns to shit.
Yeah.
Why is it so hard to get ahead, eh?
Why?
Listen
I know life has dealt you a tough hand.
But it is what it is.
And we are where we are.
And the only part of it you can control
is how you react to the crap that is thrown at you.
So you can either be a mark or make a mark, Albert.
No one can make that choice for you.
I 'm gonna turn in.
Get up, boys.
We're gonna hit that truck.
Two trucks?
Think. Think.
Shit!
Right. Let's be having you.
Oh, no, you bloody well don't!
What's that?
We've rung the bell.
♪ Hey... ♪
Charlie, can you bring the van round, please, mate?
♪ Hey... ♪
That's gangsta.
♪ Listen
♪ Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes ♪
♪ Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes ♪
♪ Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes ♪
♪ Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? Is it gangsta? ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes! ♪