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- Big Boy's Neighborhood,
beat boys of Los Angeles, good day right here
in Los Angeles ladies and gentlemen.
My pleasure to actually press play on this one right here.
(smooth hiphop)
♪ Snow man, ice cream man ♪
♪ Oh it's about to be a cold mother summer ♪
♪ Ready, yeah ♪
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ Push start, push start ♪
♪ No keys, no keys ♪
♪ Fuck it up, then I leave ♪
♪ White Bent', big Bs ♪
♪ Fuck it up, then we leave ♪
♪ Big dog ♪
- Hey, what up dog?
- Hey hey Mr. Blue, how you doin'?
- [Mr. Blue] How's your girl man?
- Oh she's good, I gave her that medicine she like.
- Man I don't trust that doctor.
- I feel you on that one.
- That nigga got on two chain.
- One hundred. - And a watch.
- [Guy] Man, I feel you.
- [Guy] Somethin' ain't right.
- [Radio Announcer] Big Boy's Neighborhood,
this portion of Big Boy's Neighborhood
is brought to you by our good friends
over at Big Poppa's, man here goes to Big Poppa's again man,
they just take care of the community man,
black and brown radio, always lookin' out for us man--
- Wait till you throw that party cuz!
- We got somethin' goin' down tonight bitch!
(dog growling) - ooh that's a big ass dog.
- I fuck the shit out that dog boy.
- You'd, you'd do what?
You'd do what? - oh, I'm fuckin' with you,
I'm fuckin' you-- - No the hell you weren't.
You a nasty mother fucker boy. - You got me, you got me.
- Man come on Momo, where you at with them pills man?
- You better be ready nigga.
Gotta bring your stocking cap, 'cause it's going down.
Bitches gonna be knockin on your dick like
(knocking) Mr. Woodpecker!
- I hope not, I don't know no knockin'.
Momma!
Can I borrow $100?
- Yes baby, don't worry about it, I got you.
- I love you.
And your white friend, I love you!
- Shit boy, your momma love you boy.
I can't get $200 out my mom,
I can't wait till she die boy.
- Don't say that about aunt T Bag.
- Man, nigga, you know she got, I'm tellin' you
she die I'm gonna get some money nigga, guess what.
- Don't ain't, I'm not dappin' you up on that.
Yo ass goin' to hell - We can buy some pound.
We can buy some pound.
- Goddamn it. - I don't know.
- [Guy] Speak it no more.
- Ooh, that bitch curvy. - Bobo!
- Hey, what's up Spyda my man!
I got it for you this time baby, yeah!
- Hey!
You got it for me? - You see this?
- Woo!
- This is what you really want!
- Is it, is it really hot?
- I tell you it's absolutely, positively--
- All night? - All night!
- All night baby!
- Thanks again!
Hey, (speaks foreign language).
Momo, I always count on you man.
- Always baby, always, my honey!
- Cuz, I told you!
- Titi, you still gonna gimme that $100?
- Fuck no! - Shit!
- Yeah, yes sir!
- It gon' fuck him up.
- [Spyda] That's it right here.
- Bro what I told you about fuckin'
with them strange ass niggas man?
- Don't matter, he gave me a pill!
- I can't trust him, look how he pulled up.
"My man Spyda!"
How long you knew him?
I bet you ain't know that nigga three days, huh?
- Nope, just met him yesterday.
- You finna die takin' that damn pill, stupid ass nigga man.
(soft reggae)
- [Big Boy] Big Boy's Neighborhood,
beautiful day in the neighborhood man,
keepin' it on low key, with a little bit of reggae
for you right there.
- Now what the hell you got goin' on man?
- Robinson, I think I'm about to die bro,
look at my dick man!
- Man I ain't tryin' to look at you dick out here!
- Bro it's been up for 12 hours!
- It's that shit Momo gave you, huh?
- Look, bro, it's been on rock solid bro--
- I told you not to fuck with him!
- This shit is spiders and every--
(crackling)
- Man what the fuck?
- Darlin'.
I can help you with that darlin'.
- You can take it to granny.
- Never mind! - I'm askin'.
I'm askin' darlin', have you ever had--
- Bout to get manslaughter for fuckin' with you with this,
ain't nobody fuckin' with you.
- Oh, I'm tellin' you.
- I can't stand Momo!
♪ Oh yes I'm winning ♪
♪ Yes I'm winning ♪
- Hey, special shipment, I still got the Miatis,
police or no police.
Yo, what's up fam?
What up baby, must need them turn ups and shit,
we gettin' smoked up, Mikey baby!
- Hey my boy!
- Open up little nigga, lemme show you what I got.
The Miatis, show the Miatis.
- You out the game boy-- - We fresh.
- Let me see, let me see.
- Them inside baby-- - See them the ones--
(all yelling)
- Man, how much you want for 'em?
- Gimme 29 - Huh, 29?
- 29 dollars.
- You talkin' 'bout, why you taxin' us?
That's from my pocket!
(helicopter whirring) - Give them to me for 10 cent.
- Hey, guess, I would gonna give y'all these,
plus I won some Robs, listen.
Them people comin', woo woo, here they come!
- Huh? - Here come them people fam!
- Train! - No, I ain't no Train!
- Train!
- They like fat niggas in jail!
(siren wailing)
(all groaning)
- Nigga sit your stupid ass down.
- This my 13 bust today.
10-20-35 got everybody, all these little young bastards.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, man, messin'.
- Man what's up with y'all with the guns on a nigga bro?
- You call me nigga.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Is this is a trap house, sir?
- Man, I ain't gon' lie, I'm a tell you
everything you need to know.
This bitch right here be boomin'.
Saturdays, Sundays, Monday, and he the one that sell it.
(all yelling)
- You fuckin' rat!
Bitch you sold me out.
- Now look at y'all.
Y'all all goin' to jail. - oh no.
- I should lock you up for these ugly ass outfits.
- Man, fuck the police, man, that's how--
- Do you heard what I said you ugly--
- [Man] Shut up man!
- I'm just playin' bro. - You damn right.
You see that? - Yes sir.
- You ain't NWA.
- I'm sorry, I was just playin'.
- He ain't gon' shoot you. - I'm sayin' why you got a gun
on him though?
- You a latino with an attitude?
- I ain't do nothin' bro!
- You a latino with an attitude?
- Yeah, I'm a latino-- - Yeah man,
we lookin' like that.
- Frank is okay.
- [Fatboy] Fuck the police.
- Comin' straight from the underground?
- You think this is a game?
You think this is a mother fucking game?
- Don't blow that smoke in my face there little boy.
- Weed is legal, dog! - Hey, weed legal?
- Yeah, what up! - We'll sell you some!
- 35-60-12, they said that weed is legal now, is that true?
- [operator] oh, roger that.
- Son of a bitch.
(chill reggae)
(energetic Latin music)
- Spyda, my man!
- Hey, don't hey Spyda, me!
Fuck you Momo!
(laughter)
- All night!
All night!
- All night, you, you-- - What's all night?
- I hate you.
What? - What's all night?
- That pill he gave me?
Nigga, all night, everyday.
My shit wouldn't go down!
- A pill, oh hey!
Momo! - No!
You gon' die Blue! - Momo!
Hey Momo.
Okay, 11 minutes!
10 minutes!
Nine minutes!
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ Well all right, yeah ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ You did it ♪
♪ Well all right ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ Well all right ♪
♪ What you got on, you ain't got man ♪
- [Blue] Man, look around,
the neighborhood changin' boo.
Next thing you know, we gon' have
a slut meeting around here.
- [Black] Don't nobody look like us
on anything in the hood.
But I know one thing,
we ain't gonna let 'em take Big Poppa's.
We 'bout to get our bread.
- [Blue] Man, what happened to Mr. Goldstein?
- [Black] I heard he's doin' 10 flat in jail.
- [Blue] Damn 10!
- [Black] Yeah.
- [Blue] He gon' come out with baby daddy.
- [Black] Come on man, Goldstein can hold his own man.
He only in there for fun man, at least for phone.
- [Blue] Man, Dana you could bang her
and her auntie for free.
- [Black] Big Mo changed his life,
he ain't hustlin' no more.
The Colombian's buyin' up all the cellphone stores.
I heard they got their work.
Man, 20 years later, me and Blue back at it.
Only thing, I got a parole officer that think he's a pimp,
that's on my back, and I'm just tryin' to bounce back.
- [Big Boy] Big Boy Neighborhood, all right now,
beautiful day in the neighborhood man,
it still goes down, all righty now,
I got a secret and it's gonna bring
someone into the neighborhood, hello.
- [Caller] Hey Big Boy, this is Angel.
I slept with my ex's patrol officer.
- [Big Boy] Wait, wait, wait.
- [Caller] And the sex was so bad, the sex was so bad,
I really regret it, but I just want my ex back.
I just need to know what I need to do.
Can you help me, please!
- [Big Boy] okay, so, it sounds like
you cheated on your ex with your parole officer?
- Ma'am, Where you goin'?
- [Caller] With his parole officer!
And, I ain't gon' lie-- (police siren)
I been stalkin' him too.
- [Big Boy] First off, you want to be careful, because,
the parole officer, he maybe able to violate your ex,
and send your ex away, and you gon' be havin'
this whack sex for like years to come.
(phone buzzing)
- Hey Tony, this not a good time, I just got--
- I told you about that shit home boy.
My name is Jackpot, ding, ding, ding, ding, you got that?
Keep fuckin' callin' me Tony
I'm gonna violate you over the phone.
You miss your appointment homie.
- Man I had some things goin' on at my restaurant.
- If you don't get in here, and give me a piss test,
I'm a violate you, now you get pulled over,
your ass is going back to jail,
I'm gonna tell you that right now.
Now you got a couple days
to get in here and give me some pee.
Kiss my ass.
- [officer] Roger that, he's workin'.
- Man, I ain't goin' back to jail, shit.
Fuck I did.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I ain't got nothin' on me.
- Okay. - I'm good.
- All right, that's fine, that's fine, okay.
Just please, calm down, all right.
- I'm good. - Don't resist.
- What's the problem officer?
- Nothing, Chester Cheeto, okay,
why don't you turn around and put your hands on the car?
(calm romantic music)
- Dana, what the hell is wrong with you?
Why would you yank in front of me like that,
are you tryin' to kill somebody?
- I'm sorry, I didn't see you officer Miller.
- Detective Miller.
Oh, you think this funny?
I'm a do, I'm a walk you play by play, okay?
First, we locked eyes.
Wanna know how I know we locked eyes?
Because I saw your crazy ass lookin' at me,
I didn't wanna look, but out of respect,
I looked back at you.
Then guess what you did?
You mouth to me, "Come here, Johnny."
Then you tried to do a little wink.
But you can't wink, remember that Dana?
You can't wink!
Then you blew me a little kiss.
So you sayin' you didn't see me?
You sayin' you didn't see me?
- I think I have some drugs in my pocket.
You should search me Johnny.
- Dana, what the hell is wrong with you?
Are you tryin' to go to jail?
- Only if you'll be the one to handcuff me.
- Get out the damn car.
(siren wailing)
- Why the fuck did this asshole run?
- [officer] Beats me, I don't know why he ran.
- Aw, hey, come on!
Give us a break.
Just writing a fucking ticket.
(intense hiphop)
- Damn!
Now that nigga is fast.
- Yo, ain't that Black?
Ain't he oG?
- Yeah, that nigga run more like
a gang nigga if you ask me.
- $5 they ain't gon' catch him.
- But you don't have $5.
- Like I was sayin' ain't no hoes in your DM.
- You ain't, hot damn!
- Damn, hold on baby, let me holler at you real quick.
Damn girl you lookin' so fine,
makin' a nigga touch yourself, girl.
- Oh yeah, thank you.
- What can I do for you?
- You like kids? - Do I like kids?
- Huh? - I love kids.
- Oh, do you?
- What you need, a new baby daddy?
- I might.
- I be your baby daddy.
This little sweet little, damn,
that's a big ass baby, who the daddy, Shaq?
- I'm no mother fucking baby.
- Oh shit, this baby got a gun.
(intense dramatic music)
(speaks foreign language)
- Spread your damn legs woman.
Got me doin' this.
Hands up, behind your head okay?
That's what you want? - Yes!
- Ma'am, no recording, please.
See what you got me lookin' like out here?
You are obviously clean, okay?
Go home Dana.
- Every hero needs a sidekick.
- [operator] 59, searching I'm sure Robin and Delta
working on the situation.
- Diaz, we got a 2-11 at the warehouse district.
Gotta make a stop meet up the smoke.
(chill music)
Get out the way man.
Now listen, whether you like it or not, it's true, okay?
You only move up in this line of work,
if you're the best, or if you have tits.
- You know that's chauvinistic, right?
Clearly you skipped sensitivity training.
- Oh, come on Diaz, get out of your feelings,
I'm just keepin' it real with you.
Now listen, I maybe young, but people respect me
because I'm persistent, I'm a go-getter,
and I'm always honest.
Sit back, enjoy the show, take notes baby.
- They said I got a baby, a Mexican baby
on the loose, stealin' some shit.
I'm here for a fuckin' baby, my nigga cheatin' on me,
and I'm here for a fuckin' baby?
And the baby not even black, I don't believe this shit.
- All right, all right, how you doin'?
- Whoa, whoa, sir, sir, sir.
Man, slow your roll down.
This is a active crime scene, you don't see the yellow tape?
- I got work to do.
- Hey, no, ain't no work.
These for real police officers.
I need you to bustle you.
Take them skinny jeans and that small shirt, and woo woo.
- Bustle you. - Bustle you!
Hey bro, I don't know if you think I'm playin'.
Officer Hales!
Officer Schwartz, man y'all come right on in.
Man it's good to see you.
Boy look at you, lookin' like--
- Hey you have a good-- - Hey, bro, bro.
What, you tryin' to sneak through?
I'm gonna tell you right now,
you need to fall back, like your hairline is doin'.
Keisha!
- Terry, tell that bitch, I will snatch
that front tooth right off her ashy ass head,
and yes I'm always strapped bitch!
- Keisha!
- [Keisha] What?
- You know him?
- Oh hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, they my peoples, they good.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, not him, her.
Sheila, you good.
- Step back bro, step back.
Hey, how you doin' ma'am, no disrespect, is he with you?
- Unfortunately.
Must be the tits. - Unfortunately.
- I was packin' my boxes, right?
And I saw this girl, I said, "Woo!"
- Shut the fuck up, and listen to me,
and say something right now, go ahead.
- She had a fat ass booty. - How fat was her ass?
- It was like that. - Like this, or like that?
- Both of them. - Don't be a bitch.
What's the color of her hair? - Red.
- Red hair, fat ass? - Red hair, fat ass.
- A grown baby, with a mother with a fat ass and red hair?
Let me see your ID, you punk bitch nigga,
you tryin' to trick me.
- Look, who did it? - What the fuck?
- Gimme a description or somethin'.
- How the fuck your hands behind your back already.
- 'Cause I know, I already know how it go
when you fuckin' with the police, man.
And I already told y'all who did it.
- Who did it?
- Man, it was a baby, a badass bitch, and his mommy.
- Oh, you wanna play today.
- Are you the baby's father?
- Not the baby's-- - Don't be a bitch, okay,
U.S.S gonna stand for you stupid,
son of a bitch, is missing a B you keep fuckin' with me.
Don't talk to me like that.
There's nobody watchin' right?
Shut up.
Don't cry like a bitch.
- Listen, you been trackin' those guys for a few months now,
you remember anything about 'em let me know.
That'll help us out.
- Hell no man, I ain't sayin' shit to the cops.
- Ah, see, I was havin' a good day
before all this shit and Uncle Tom over there.
Now, unfortunately, I'm wondering,
why these criminals who usually leave no witnesses,
left y'all two alive.
See, now I'm thinking, y'all may be an accessory.
- I ain't got shit to say.
- Yeah, you guys are clearly opposites.
(chill party music)
- Come on Daddy, you don't even have to tip us.
You want us both at the same time, Daddy?
- Oh, fuck yeah!
- I know you want this Papi.
- Shit, I'm ready now.
(record scratch)
- No!
No!
(energetic hiphop)
- Hey Pop.
- Hey don't, pops me.
The fuck you got goin' on back here?
With these three fine, ass-out women?
And who baby is that?
- I'm not a baby homie.
I'm Big Shawn.
Do a baby got bitches like this?
What you mean? - Bitches is no, one bitch.
- Hey, I'm your bitch. - You're mine.
- You're mine - Wait a minute!
- I'm callin' yo momma.
(upbeat music)
(phone buzzing)
- oh, this woman don't never answer her goddamn phone.
- What's up Blue? - What up Black?
- What's happenin' with my man, can you call me?
- What you need bro?
(speaks foreign language)
- The fuck?
Who little bad ass baby that is?
- That ain't no baby, that's somebody granddaddy.
- Damn oG, that's Big Shawn!
I was usin' him to get my IG followers up!
- Man, I don't give a fuck who he was,
but if I'd have caught that little mother fucker,
I'd probably be in jail.
And what the fuck is a IG?
- Instagram!
That's how I met them three bad bitches right there!
I got five million followers on the Gram, I'm lit!
I'm Instagram famous!
- Let me see this shit, man.
(phone buzzing)
- [Fatboy] Man, look, look, check this out.
- Hello? - Lemme see that again.
- Yeah dog.
What?
No, no, no, no, send him, just send everything over,
I get all the information when you send it.
All right.
- You all right big dog? - Yeah man, you know.
- Doctor, you sick?
- You know, my baby momma been stressin' me out man,
I can't, can't get my shit up.
(laughs)
- Ah, Pop got E.D.! - Look here, man with titties,
this between us, not you.
- Why you got to go there Pop?
(chill summer music)
- [Black] Let's go by big Mo and get them roll up
- Thank you Mrs. DeBois.
Stop by tomorrow at sunset
for a lovely kilberry salad, okay?
You be safe all right?
Tell your sister I say hello.
- Oh damn Mo, what kind of operation is this?
Your ass don't even eat kale.
- Nobody buyin' pickled pig ass no more, man.
Gotta diversify here.
Hold up man.
- Come on man, what y'all comin' round here,
we got to hold it down man, what's up?
- Man if you don't get your Peter the Pirate lookin' ass
back on there and get me a goddamn roll up?
- Man look, forgive Blue.
What's up Big Mo? - What's happenin',
what's happenin' with you Black?
- Good seein' you homie, it's like,
I understand what diversification is,
and I see what you're doin' here.
I like to talk with you later 'bout some business.
- Of course, let's do it, let's talk it up.
I'm here. - All right.
- Lil Mama off the set.
- Young Geezy lookin' mother fucker.
- Blue, you know you still owe me that money man.
- No you, I thought I paid you.
- I know where you baby momma stay at.
I'll pull up.
Believe that.
Hey Tom, what's goin' on man.
Come on in, yeah come on in, I got your latte.
- Listen up, listen up.
Hey, hey, hey.
Now, if any of you do not know who Pablo Vargas is,
(laughs) well you can bring up your badges right now.
We have a good shot at bringin' this asshole in.
Lieutenant Moore.
- All right.
Our intel is showing us that Pablo has a new front.
It's a cellphone store.
And as of yesterday, at approximately 4:00 p.m.,
armed robbers stole $300000 worth
of Enfinity phones from the Westfield Docks.
It is anticipated that they will take those phones
from his store and move them to the streets.
Jose Vargas, aka Kokaine, is Pablo's nephew.
He runs the store, but he's more interested
in his rap career than the business.
So, it shouldn't be hard to infiltrate his establishment.
(upbeat hiphop)
♪ Girl you are the sexiest ♪
♪ Pretend I'm Santa Claus ♪
♪ Tell me what you want ♪
♪ Shopping sprees gonna have fun ♪
♪ She want matching bags ♪
♪ She want Gucci French ♪
♪ She want all the red bottoms that she sell ♪
(door chime)
- Where's my nephew?
- He in the back.
♪ Girl you are the sexiest ♪
- Yo, your uncle here bro! - What?
- Your uncle here bro!
- Cut!
Cut!
I didn't request any gangsters for this set up.
This is supposed to be all TNA.
You're killin' my creative vibe.
You got to go.
Fuck!
Fuck man!
- How's your creative vibe now, huh?
Everyone get the hell out of here!
I got to do business with my nephew.
The rapper.
Jay, Tito.
Check the back.
You use my car?
My fucking car, that's my favorite car.
- Video--
- You let bitches put fingerprints on my car.
- Man, that's for the video homes bro.
- You don't think, fuckin' (speaks foreign language).
I swear to God, if your father
didn't take a fucking bullet for me,
you'd be doing a music video
in a fucking wooden box, you hear me?
- But he did and look at us, we here now.
- Come on Unc man, you know I love you bro.
- We're good boss, everything's there.
- I'm tellin' you man, we good.
We good, I got this. - You're fucking lucky.
Let me tell you something.
I got a shipment coming in this week, all right?
I need you to put some of the Enfinity phones on the side,
so we can cloak the package, all right?
Sell the rest, can you handle that?
- I got you.
- And take my fucking car back to my house and wash it.
- I got you, I'm a wax it, I got you home, we good.
- Come on man, they got some good drinks in here.
- Can I interest you in our special?
A cafe latte with two shots of espresso
and an orange peel twist?
(ding)
- Yeah, I'll take one of those.
- And what can I get for you sir?
- I'll take a double shot of Hennessy, and two white women.
- I don't think that's on our menu.
- Well can you put it on there, I see it.
Two white women. - Hey can you chill out?
- Man what, okay, I'm a chill out.
- Just get him what I got.
- Just-- - You gon' like it.
I'm tellin' you.
- [Blue] That sound like it gon' make me shit.
- You now what Blue?
Nigga, you never gon' change.
- Nigga, I change if you change.
- Sorry, can you not say that word?
It's ugly and hurtful to everyone.
It brings so much pain.
- You know what, she right.
- Nigga please.
- Let me holler at my son bro.
(phone buzzing)
- What's up boy? - What up Pops?
- [Black] What's up Cash, what's happenin' son?
- I'm just checkin' in.
How's the family doin'?
- Bless, what's good son?
You create the new Facebook yet?
- Nah, but I did break all the school records
with my datin' app.
I just wish they'd let me push it up here for real,
you know how that go though.
- Don't trip son, when you graduate
you're gonna have plenty of time to start your own company.
Hey, what's up?
- I'm tryin' to get some coffee.
- I'm a hit you right back son.
- All right pops, I'm a holler at you.
- Trish, come on, hurry up.
- Man, shut yo ass up.
Hey, hey, back up.
Back up!
(slow reggae)
(coughing)
- Peter, what's up?
You tryin' to smoke all day, you tryin' to make some money?
- I'm with it, what do you got for me?
- Well I got a code 11 perv in so deep
we can't reinstall his ioS, what you got?
- You need my silver package, resets the OS
which allows the virus without the cleaning print update
and data safety systems, boom.
That'll be 50 bucks.
- Prices keep gettin' higher, huh?
- You got change?
- You supposed to give me change!
- Oh, hold up, I got something.
- You about the lose a customer.
- No.
There you go.
- Killin' you damn bum self.
- Hey Trish, remember weed helps with anxiety.
It's good for you.
(coughs)
- [Blue] How'd you find out about this place?
- Man, I'm tellin' you, they know everything here.
- Welcome to the Psychic Beehive,
where we grab your destiny by the,
it's y'all.
Didn't nobody see y'all come in here did they?
'Cause, you know, I can't be charging these white boys $200
when they see y'all gettin' the hood hook up.
- Man, ain't nobody gonna be payin' you
fake Beyonce lookin' ass no $200
for no goddamn neighborhood hook up.
- Don't you be talkin' 'bout Beyonce, Blue.
Don't you come up in here startin' it with my sister either.
- That's right! - Hey Black.
- Hey, I'm talkin' to both of you flyin' monkey bitches.
(monkey screech) - Monkey?
- [Blue] And Miss Cleo, I hope this shit works!
- It do work nigga, this real.
I got the gift, nigga.
- [Woman] She got the gift nigga.
- Calm down man, I heard she really good at this.
- Not as good as you are Black, how do you--
- I knew you was gonna say that.
- Yes, baby.
- 'Cause I got the gift!
- She does have the gift, but I got the gift too.
- Makes a lot of money off of that.
- The hell is that smell?
- 'Cause I'm psychic!
'Cause the scent of pussy, we workin' hard here.
I feel somethin', I feel somethin'.
(buzzing)
- I feel something about you.
I feel something. - You feel something?
- Come closer. - Come closer.
I feel that when you talk, your breath
smells like baby diapers,
vomit, dookie chunks, and hot dog water!
(laughter)
- It do sometimes.
- Man what, who team you on?
- I'm just sayin' your breath do smell like that sometimes.
- Hot dog water?
Hot dog water.
- Okay, well you be on my team.
I don't never talk about you.
I just learned some shit about your, raggedy ass lips.
You need to iron 'em.
- Nah, you trippin' bro, you just hatin'.
- Ain't got to deal with this shit,
you stay with them!
Fuckin' ghetto ass Tony Orlando and Dawn.
- All right, you can leave, but I know
about your little problem.
- Dude, sit down man I told you.
I didn't tell them shit.
I ain't seen them in 20 years.
- The beehive is buzzin'.
(buzzing)
You got a little dick.
(laughter)
Teeny tiny (mumbles) - Limp biscuit.
- How in the fuck they know?
- Well, Black, Fatboy called and told us
everything last night, I think he was nervous.
- 'Bout what? - I'm nervous too.
- 'Cause one of you niggas gon' get shot.
- What?
- And you need to get the fuck out of here,
'cause we don't allow no shootin' up in this motherfucker.
- Are you sure? - No shootin'.
- I feel one of you motherfuckers,
I don't know which one, but one of you motherfuckers
gon' get shot.
- I'm tired of this shit!
Man let's go to the Whirlwind Park
where we can get some fuckin' asses.
We ain't gettin' shit from here from this bumble bee
and this fuckin' Jamaican--
- You better listen to me.
You better watch your back.
- Black, please. - You better listen to me.
You better listen now, I got the gift!
- [Blue] You got a nappy face.
(monkey screech) - I got the gift.
(oriental music)
- Welcome to Mr. Woo's spiritual healing spa.
Can I help you? - His dick don't work.
- Goddamn!
Can I say it?
Can I tell him about my dick?
- Go ahead.
- My...
Thing ain't gettin' el hardo?
- Yes, yes, limp penis, soft slinky,
I go get Mr. Woo.
- That's a ugly ass picture too.
Man, would you look at this?
What the...
- Hello, I'm Dr. Woo.
Can I help you?
- Unc, it's us.
Black and Blue, your nephew.
- Would you go get me some more wonton soup?
It should be ready by now.
- Blue got a problem.
- Man, I'm havin' trouble downstairs.
- His dick don't work bro.
- Wow, wow, wow.
- Look what I have here.
This is from the motherland.
Oh, the nectar from this flower
called the (speaks foreign language).
You take this nectar from this flower,
and you get you some sugar scar rum.
- Give me some of that sugar scar rum,
look at this shit. - one dose,
and you bang, bang, bang, all night long.
- Is your alcoholic ass finna drink this?
- No.
- You just say fuck your meetin's huh?
- I'm with you dog, I'm tryin' to help you.
- Well I don't want you be gettin' drunk.
- Okay, well-- - Thank you, you cool?
- I'm good. - All right.
- You good? - I'm good.
- Y'all good? - Are you good?
- I got a yoga class in five minutes,
get the hell out of here.
(bass heavy hiphop)
- [instructor] Let's begin with our warm up please.
Now, out, and in.
- What the fuck? - out, and in.
- Damn.
- [instructor] And roll up at the top of your mat.
- [Blue] oh my God.
- [instructor] Take a deep breath in, and relax.
- What the hell y'all doin' here?
- Yeah, what is you doin' here?
I knew you had somethin' goin' on?
- But I told you, I don't want you
to mess this thing up with me.
- They work here for you right?
- Well, most of them are strippers.
- Hey yo Trish, get the door!
- The fuck, we busy!
(furious knocking)
Man, what!
(police siren)
- Hey sis, how are ya?
I'm a police officer, with the university,
and I've got a couple of warrants
for a Cashmere Miller, a Takashi Nakamura,
and Patricia Donald, look,
you're all right here, that's great.
- [Trish] For what?
- Oh, you know, I'm glad you asked.
Let's see here, illegal access
to the university firewall, compromising cyber security,
and, drum roll please-- (drum roll)
Selling illegal tech services to the students.
Can't do that, it's illegal.
Yeah, and I'm a dick, so, you're fucked.
(smooth hiphop)
- [Trish] Cash!
- So I see this all gettin' knocked down, right?
I want that down, I want that down,
small parking lot, big yoga studio.
Condos on top.
I don't know, what do you think?
- I think you have a gold mine here.
♪ When I get my money I'm a buy the new Bugati ♪
♪ When I hit the club you know I'm rockin' the Miati ♪
♪ I guess you from the hood, don't they call you Kirigati ♪
- No we're in a rush.
Have Mouse come park my car.
Health inspectors comin' today.
We don't pass this, they gon' shut us down Blue.
- Man, don't worry about it,
everybody cleaned up last night,
you gon' be good man.
- You know when you say we good what normally happens.
- I promise you we straight. - Mr. Black?
- Who wanna know? - Chet Samuels.
- Chet Samuels who?
- Chet, Chet Samuels, I own every shopping center,
it doesn't matter, I'm expanding,
I wanna buy your little restaurant here.
I'll make a lucrative offer.
- How much?
- What do you say?
Two million? - Two million?
- Two million. - For this bullshit?
- For this bullshit.
- We the only black owned business around here.
- Dog, two million.
- Everybody can use two million dollars.
- Yes.
- Blue probably could buy another car--
- Yes.
- Pay off his house. - Watch it work.
- Probably pay me my money he owe me.
- Won't he do it?
- Get some more women? - Yes!
- Buy some more jewelry?
Probably take a vacation? - Nigga.
- But we not for sale. - What?
- We not!
- Mr. Black, take a look around you,
the neighborhood is changing.
You can take the money and cash in,
and spend your dividends.
Not to mention, that state record that
says you're way overdue on your property taxes.
- Well I'm tellin' y'all,
I know I'm not overdue 'cause Blue took care of that.
- Ain't we straight Blue?
Blue!
Well anyway, I understand gentrification.
And I understand beautifying the neighborhood.
But there's a lot of people that come from this neighborhood
that love our business, and it's about them.
So y'all have a nice day.
We're not for sale, and Blue!
Bring your ass here Blue!
Blue!
- Hey ladies, how you doin'? - Blue!
- Oh you's gonna look at me? - Blue, Blue, Blue.
- I'm lookin' at that ass--
- Yeah, but let me tell you somethin',
to be straight up man?
We ain't gettin' no younger.
We got kids.
We got to take care of our business.
This about ownership.
These people wanna buy Big Poppa's
'cause they understand what it is.
- So you didn't see that ass just walk by?
- Man, I'm not worryin' about no ass, man,
I'm tryin' to get some money, and take care our business.
I wanna be able to leave somethin' for my kids.
Big Poppa's is all we got.
I don't know about you, but I'm for real.
- We coulda had that ass.
- [Big Boy] Get on down man to Big Poppa's right now,
you buy one cheeseburger
and man you also get a free credit check.
- A hamburger, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise
with french fries.
- That'll be about 40 minutes.
- Okay, here you go, take out 40.
- Yo, Shine.
Go find Uncle Will, let him know the health inspector here.
- All right, got it.
- If you want a milkshake you can get a damn milkshake.
What else you want?
- Willy, look, I can't keep compin' people
for you everyday, what the fuck you think this is?
- Why?
I get a family discount.
You need to shut your ass up and take your ass back there
and get me a Big Poppa super size
with everything around it, just like your name in the hood.
- What the fuck?
No, that is a lie-- - What the hell y'all want?
You want somethin'?
What you want?
- What the--
- You heard the damn order, what,
y'all want somethin' over there?
- Oh hell no, no, no, no, no, fuck no.
- Shit, you got to learn how to bless
your damn people 'round here.
- No, I was up the street, you remember,
I got a white girl the down the corner?
She got the motorbike, so I'm tryin'
to get like two of them, you heard me,
I want one for the summer, and for the winter.
Yeah, shittin' on shit, pop that wheelie,
I'm comin' through!
But look, check it out, I got a few little woo-to-woos
on my credit jacket, check that shit for me love,
see if you hear me, you know,
you can make something shake for me.
- Okay, all right, no problem Mr. Williams,
of course you know I'm gonna have to check
your credit first, okay? - Yeah, cool.
- All right, let's see what we got here.
(motorcycle revving)
(brakes screeching)
- I can't believe you run a restaurant and fix credit.
- I pretty much just run the day-to-day.
My son is the real genius.
He acquired this program that takes credit from dead people,
givin' our people a second chance.
- I'm pretty sure that's illegal.
- It's not illegal, dead people can't use credit.
And besides, we been gettin' messed over for years,
just consider me Robin Hood with a computer.
- All right, you just be careful.
Things are starting to get good between us,
and I don't want to have to visit you in jail.
- I ain't never goin' back.
(lively Latin music)
My salsa is shit.
- That's right, even eses think my salsa's shit.
(speaks foreign language)
- Hey, hey.
You know I ain't got to be the smartest dude in the world,
but did you say somethin' about stealin' my car?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
(speaking foreign language)
- Right, that's more like it, that's more like it.
(speaking foreign language)
- No, no, hold on, I understand that shit.
What'd you say?
- Everything good.
- Oh, okay. - Good.
- Hey, don't get on that ass whoopin' listenin' to Blue now.
(speaking foreign language)
- I want you to see this right here.
(laughter)
- Man, what's funny, right,
y'all gon' fix my credit or what, bro?
- Sir, it seems as though, your FICA credit score is a 211.
- At the liquor store I've done a 211
Man I don't ride people, you trippin'.
- No brother.
You credit score is a 211.
You're gonna need Jesus Christ
to help you fix this credit score.
If you see a sign somewhere
that say Jesus Christ fix credit, you go there.
- I come to pick up a order.
- Weren't you just here?
- I say I come to pick up a order for Eric.
- Eric? Erica.
I don't give fuck who you are,
I want the mother fucker that's payin'.
- Eric, that's him, want talk to me stupid.
No this nigga didn't do that.
Boy you serious?
You handle my sister like a what?
With yo sausage head.
What, you thought I wasn't gonna tell him?
Erica, shut up, we in a bakery.
Eric, somewhere we never been, California.
- Eric?
Erica is cool, but Eric need to drink some milkshake.
- Come on bitch, you gots to go home.
(laughs)
- What?
- Sandy?
- Why you all in my face like that?
- Who the fuck is this nigga?
- Who?
What are you talkin' about?
- Don't try to play me.
I see the nigga who the fuck you came in here with?
- Boy I'm not with nobody, what is you talkin' about?
I'm not with nobody.
See there you go, trippin' and shit, seein' shit,
I'm by my mother fuckin' self, and you trippin'.
- You know I love you right?
- Why you ain't take your medicine?
- What medicine?
- Come on, let's go home, you done stop,
let me take you-- - You my medicine.
- Your momma gon' take you-- - You my medicine.
(smooth music)
- This my hair. - oh, this all you?
- This my hair,
this the only hair I got. - Yeah I like that shit.
- I'm not hard in the streets.
- That's all you need baby. - Bald head.
- You don't need nothin' else. - I ain't scared.
- I like it.
- Oh, me too, I do like that shit, you hear me?
- Travis, are you kidding me, I'm standing right here.
- I know, that girl god.
- Travis, watch your fuckin' mouth--
- That girl god.
I know, look at that. - She is fine.
- She so fine, she make a nigga find a job,
he don't even have none.
- What the fuck you lookin' at nigga,
disrespectful ass-- - You got me fucked up!
Man you got me fucked up about shit man!
You got me fucked.
Man you a whore hoe out here bitch.
You heard me?
I bet y'all in your mouth, your momma got
hard dollar store towers, and you a dirty fox,
you dirty ass, I'm 'bout to call my sister.
- Can I go on break now boss?
- Man if you don't clean these goddamn tables,
I'm about to fire your ass too.
- I'm looking for who's in charge of credit repair?
- That would be me.
God.
- Get your ass back there on them fries.
- Shit, man pop.
- I shoot my daddy if you just take one out.
- Listen, is Black available?
- Black!
- Blue, stop screamin' my name man this a business.
- Got a customer here to see you.
- Hi. - Hi.
- My name is Ms. Peaches.
- [Black] How can I help you?
- I actually have good credit, I'm just looking
to add a few trade lines.
Ain't that something you can help me with?
- I can help you with anything.
Come on, step into my office.
- You ain't got no office.
- Charletta.
I need you to put two trade lines on this lady's credit.
- Why?
- 'Cause that's what I pay your ass for.
- Actually, I was hoping if maybe you can help me?
- Come on, I'll help you.
- Uh-uh, no, no sir, you are not about to cut
into my commission with your cheap ass.
You know I got kids to feed, don't do me like that.
And then your ass be all singey
with you little take home food anyway, I got her.
Come on, I got you.
You can go have a seat right over there
whatever your name is.
- [Black] Take care of her, please.
All right? - Yeah.
- [Black] or you gon' be lookin' for a job.
(laughs)
- You do realize I need to run your credit first, right?
- Isn't that why I'm here?
- We don't take EBT funds as credit,
just to let you know.
- I have good credit, I just need the trade lines.
- Well, you know, that's safe.
What is your full name?
- Paula Peaches-Escobar.
- And your momma named you Peaches.
Well you know she shoulda named you
Chaquita fucking Banana.
Oops, sorry, I can't help you.
- And why is that?
- Well, they only allow two trade lines per year for hoes,
I mean, for customers, and it seems that
you've exceeded that by 10.
Yup, can't do nothin' for you.
Sorry.
- You don't wanna do nothing for me,
'cause you know I'm the one who took your man.
- You know what, let me explain something to you.
I know your baby daddy hoe, and he already
told me about your ass.
I don't know what slick side shit
that your raggedy ass be on, but I'm a tell you like this,
if you're thinkin' that you about to come up
in this mother fucker and scam me bitch,
it ain't gon' happen.
- Blue, why the hell ain't you call me?
- I didn't know you can get phone calls in prison.
- Nigga I'm home now, and I paid you to fix my credit,
the shit's still fucked up.
Got denied eight times tryin' to get a new whip.
- Nigga, you got seven repos.
What the fuck I supposed to do with that?
- Not my problem.
You shouldn't have took my money then.
You fuck with my money, I'm a fuck you up.
- Nigga please.
(intense music)
- Hey yo get your hand off my pops, nigga.
- Woo son I have never been so happy to see your fat ass.
- Shut up Pops. - okay.
- We got a problem?
- [Blue] Seems like it.
- Now I'm chargin' extra.
- You're just mad I took your man and you commission bitch.
(gunshot blares)
(slurping)
- Pop, pop!
Pop you good?
- [officer] Sir, you know who shot you?
- Yeah, some Eazy-E lookin' mother fucker.
(somber orchestral music)
- Mr. Black!
Walter Jones, city official.
I'm sorry, you didn't make it.
Good man.
- [Fatboy] Uncle Black, what'd they say?
- They shuttin' us down.
- Damn. - We didn't make code.
But don't tell your pops.
- So how is it that you pronounce your name again?
Is it Cashmere like my wife's sweater
or is it Cash-mere.
- Oh, it's like Cash-mere, like cash.
(register ding)
- You know, son, I'm really trying to like you,
but I'm not there yet.
I'm sorry, I have to shut this whole thing down.
- But sir, I was only trying to provide
a service for the student body.
I mean, I invented a system that increased the overall--
- Mr. Miller, I'm an avid supporter
of technological advances, but not at the expense
of compromising the law.
(smooth hiphop)
- Man, this shit fucked up B.
I can't let Big Poppa's get shut down man.
- What the hell we supposed to do man?
Huh?
Rob a bank?
That shit just got to get shut down.
That is what it is.
He should have stayed his ass in school.
But what I'm tellin' you, what you need to do is,
get your views up on the gram,
so we can monetize that shit!
- How?
Look at this busted ass screen.
I need to hit the store on Adams
and get the new Enfinity man.
That's what I need to do.
- You know them phones is hard.
How the hell you even know they got it?
- Man, 'cause look, niggas only sleep in line for shoes.
Not phones (laughs).
- Ain't nothin' wrong with that phone, you just got a--
- It's cracked!
I can't even, my eyes hurt - What you mean!
When I look at it. - They still can see you!
- No they can't! - Can't you see me?
- No!
- Don't you know these my eyes?
- No!
- Nigga bullshit man, come on man.
- I don't do shit half ass.
- Hey Big Shawn. - Hey.
- What's up, take us with you.
- Big Shawn!
It's me!
- [Bouncer] Get inside nigga.
You too, get your ass in the store,
get in here, get in the goddamn--
- [Woman] I need you to go get me a phone.
- I heard you, but we out.
- They say y'all the only people who got it.
- Man, you got to stop.
- Oh, you so cute!
Look at you!
You is really handsome.
Where you mom at little boy.
- I'm no mother fuckin' baby.
The famous oG, no less.
- Oh you sellin' phones.
But $1000, that's too much.
- You don't got a thousand? - I ain't got it.
- What you gonna do for it?
- Oh, wait, hold up.
- I might go do somethin' for you, come on.
- [Fatboy] Damn.
Y'all sold out?
- Oh yeah man we ain't got no more.
- Hold up, ain't you, ain't you that rapper?
Kokaine, right?
- Yeah, there you go Kokaine, come on,
come to the back man, we gonna go
get the phone for you, I got you.
Matter of fact, look, everybody, look,
y'all come to the back.
(upbeat music)
♪ Never buckle slim trackin ♪
♪ With my hunger ♪
♪ Slangin' Molly never buckle ♪
♪ I've been trapping with my uncle ♪
♪ Slangin' Molly never buckle ♪
♪ I've been trappin with my uncle ♪
♪ Slangin' Molly never buckle ♪
♪ I'm trappin' with my uncle ♪
♪ You got to just keep a front up for the Feds ♪
♪ So the Feds never know ♪
♪ We probably keep the stash that we sole ♪
♪ Section 2-11 ♪
♪ Row 28 ♪
♪ Green box filled with foam ♪
♪ With pound ounce to a 1/4 G ♪
♪ Uptown to your rabbit street ♪
♪ Endorphins they know me ♪
♪ I'm a full side at the Lakers game ♪
- Come on man, damn!
♪ Medusa jacket Medusa jacket ♪
♪ Rolls Royce real nigga ♪
♪ I been gettin' this shit nigga ♪
♪ Call me King James ♪
♪ Sippin on that superstar ♪
♪ We the best in this game ♪
♪ I've been try to stay alive ♪
♪ I'm just trappin' with my guy ♪
♪ Turn a two into a five ♪
♪ Got the work up in the ride ♪
♪ If you hatin' then you jealous ♪
♪ Bitches on my side ♪
♪ Keep my eyes on the prize ♪
♪ Oh I started from nothing ♪
♪ So I'm hoping to dream ♪
- Nigga, what the fuck are you doin'?
- My spider senses got to tinglin' man.
- Nigga--
- Do you know how much these phones run?
Listen, I got a plan man, we can get these phones
to Uncle Black, he can sell them to save his restaurant man!
That's all him!
- Yeah, we could.
- And we could sell the dope, man.
- Nah, no.
No, no, no!
- You don't care about your family?
You don't give a damn about Uncle Black.
And if I tell him, if I tell him
we could save his store and you said no?
(chuckles) You out the wheel nigga.
I'm in the wheel nigga.
- Let's do it, fuck it. - All right, let's do it.
- Let's done with it, let's do it.
- Thank you.
Grab the box man.
(upbeat music)
- Come on hurry up.
You got the last?
- Yes, I been through all of them, trust me boy.
'Bout time!
- Hey, I got a Lyft for Spyda?
- Yeah pop the trunk little ugly ass boy, pop the trunk!
- It's open! - Pop the trunk!
Hey, Steven, here, catch it!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- It won't fit! - Don't worry about that.
- Nigga, you ordered a line?
- Boy, it's prime time-
- Nigga get in the car, come on we got to go.
- The rates is high! - Let's go, let's go.
Turn on the air!
(singing)
- oh man. - Let's go, let's go!
- [Fatboy] How you drivin'?
You drivin' like stupid!
Turn the air on!
- You got a mini cooper, let's go!
- [Fatboy] Man this is some shit man.
My uncle will deal with this shit!
Man my pops find out about this nigga he gon' kill me.
- White man.
- [Fatboy] Turn the air on please I'm hot!
I can't function.
- Let's go! - I can't function.
- Let's go! - We goin' left!
- Left? - We goin' left.
- We goin' right.
- [Fatboy] Nigga we goin' left!
- No, we goin' right. - We goin' left!
- Will you please-- - Go left, go left!
Just go left, listen to me.
(Spyda screaming)
(police siren)
- Wait, mother fucker, where my phone at!
What, what you doin'?
- Come on little man.
How his little ass get somebody beautiful as you?
Over a phone huh?
I catch you, come here!
- What?
- I'm gonna give you a head start!
I bet you can't jump over that damn wall!
Little mother fuck (groaning).
Come here, come here!
- I mean what else was I supposed to do Fat?
- I don't know, this shit don't feel right though.
- Oh, so I'm just supposed to leave
$200000 worth of phones huh?
This is clearly a gift from god.
Nigga, who does that? - Nobody.
Exactly.
It's time to get this money man, okay?
I'm done robbin' niggas, I'm done kidnapping niggas,
I'm done pullin' my gun out on anybody
who I feel like got some goddamn money!
Okay?
I'm sick of this man, I just want easy money baby.
- Look, look dummy, how the fuck
you gonna turn on the phone?
The serial numbers might get flagged.
We got to turn them on first.
- Ooh, somebody get smart all of a sudden.
- Yeah, yeah, I don't mean to interrupt,
my app is tellin' me that I need to drop you--
- ls, is, is, it's broke!
Fuck wrong with you ugly ass boy!
- It's not workin'. - It's broke.
- You don't got no app!
- Lisa where you goin'?
With us, stupid ass, sit your ass down.
What the hell wrong with you,
why you drivin' so goddamn slow, you good?
- Got to pause, just a little nervous.
- Damn man, you got this,
why you got the steering wheel covered?
- My hands get chafed-- - No boy, you're a freak.
You're a freak ass boy, you're freaky boy.
- I'm a freaky boy. - I know you is.
- I am yeah, I'm a freaky boy.
- I can tell boy, you got the steering wheel covered boy.
You need to stop that.
- Wow!
White women are crazy in porn.
Is that a donkey following a taxi cab?
What?
(dramatic orchestra music)
Lord thank you.
It works again. - Hello Blue!
How are we feeling today?
Oh improving I see, what you looking at?
Oh Blue, what did I tell you about watching porn in here?
You can't do this, this is a hospital.
Plus there's no need to watch porn
when you got real women around
with real titties and real booties.
You don't have to watch fake titties and fake booties.
- Nurse!
- Why are you calling the nurse for?
- [Blue] 'cause I don't want you, nurse!
Why don't you go get me a vial of that paralysis cream,
we gone need that.
- Paralysis cream? - Uh huh!
- For? - Go get the cream.
- Here we go again. - Don't go.
I'll give you $25 if you stay.
- You know I told the doctor that we'll keep you very still
so that you wouldn't hurt anything important.
- What are you doing?
- I know that you're gonna be
just fine. - What are you doing?
What are you doing?
- You're probably just stressing
because I heard that your restaurant got shut down.
- My restaurant got shut down?
- [Nurse] oh yes!
- How did my restaurant get shut down.
- I don't know but it's shut down.
It's gone! - oh shit!
Get your big ass off me.
Nurse!
- [Man] Is that ring real.
- You need to stay in your motherfucking lane baby.
I don't come down to your job
and fuck with your broom and dustpan, do I?
- Mr. Tony Smooth.
- I told you before, my name is not Tony.
My name is Jackpot.
Jackpot Jackson, you understand?
You ever go to the casino and see them sevens
light up all the way around above a fucking board
and that thing go ding ding ding ding!
Jackpot nigga!
'Cause I get paper.
Hey bartender, gimme a little cup
so he can give me a pee test.
- What, you want me to piss in a mug?
- That's exactly what I said.
- You lucky I only got five more days.
You know what?
- Give me a reason, send your fat black ass back to jail
you crispy critter-looking motherfucker.
- [Man] You're sure he can't see me?
- [Lieutenant Moore] No, stop asking me.
- That look like some regular-ass glass though, you sure.
(wheezes)
- He cannot see you, calm down.
- Can he hear me though, can he hear me?
I seen Lord of the Rings, dwarves got good hearing.
That's-- - Calm down,
and identify the suspect.
- Okay! - Who is it?
- That one right there, the one that's four foot,
the dwarf in the middle, that's him.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, that's him for sure.
Where the baby mama at though?
Where she at?
Can you give her my number for me?
She was fine though, that's all I'm saying.
- I told you, you locked the wrong motherfucker.
You got Train, but you want Cuba.
That's who you want.
(sensual music)
- Who the fuck is Cuba?
- You Cuba right, hey Cuba he want you Cuba.
Do you know what, do you know you got the wrong person.
Sure you got Cuba, you got Train but you want me.
But you got two people, two people.
In here, Shawn Train, tell 'em you got the wrong people.
- Man wake your ass up.
Man, what the hell you doing, jerking off to a basketball.
With a mop head on top of it?
- Hey, you in my personal space Co.
- You got your feet outside, you're smelling up this hallway
and I think your ass is in here for tickets.
So stop acting like a fool.
- Stop making this hard.
Keep walking. - I don't know nothing.
I don't know anything,
I don't know nothing.
- You don't know nothing, we'll see how much you don't know.
- Hey, hey, hey!
I'll bring him into interrogation.
- This is my interrogation, okay?
- Frankly I think you're too close to this.
You need to let Freeman handle it.
He's here and he's the best.
- Chill man, I'm not too close to this case, okay?
- Let Freeman handle this.
Take him to Freeman in 12.
- [Johnny] What's taking so long?
- You got somewhere better to be?
- Yeah in there, getting answers.
He's going about this all wrong.
Rule number one, never judge a book by its cover.
He's small but he's a monster.
Normal tactics won't work.
- Nobody's doubting you Miller.
Look, I brought Freeman in myself.
He has a 98% turnover rate and he keeps his cool.
That ewok doesn't have a chance.
- Where's Pablo?
Where's his stash, huh?
What you lookin' at?
I know you hear me.
Little bitty baby ears, you hear everything huh?
I'll put your little ass in San Quentin.
Cell door.
- I heard they got cable.
- He beatin' the hell out that baby up in here.
Oh hell no!
- Freeman, no Freeman no!
Come on man!
- You were saying?
- I'm gonna be in my office.
- I'm not going in there.
I'm gonna tell on my damn self.
Shit, I pimped them hoes.
But they shit, they knew what they signed up for.
I might know some of the hoe that popped up on the beach
and the hoe they all got off of fig, but shit.
I was raised with full blooded Rottweiler puppies
that go (barks loudly), every time you try to touch 'em.
Now tell the judge, if he wasn't raised
with full blooded Rottweiler puppies
every time you try to touch 'em they go (barks).
Hey hold up, hold up, hold up (barks).
(slow bouncy hiphop)
- Let's see what you've got.
Last time Christmas came early like this, it was 1998.
- You had one fucking job! - one job.
(speaks foreign language)
- Deliver the package, along with my product.
How the fuck did you not only lose the phones
but $100000 worth of Molly, huh?
- [Man] 100 K.
- I swear I didn't lose it.
Unc what the fuck.
Come on man you can't kill me.
I'm your nephew.
Come on!
- You're right.
I made a promise to your father, my brother.
- Please, let me slap his last words out his mouth
and let's see if them be the motherfuckin' truth.
- Listen, listen.
I think I know what happened bra, listen.
I was in the back kickin' it with some fans.
Like I took my eye off 'em for a second
while I was performing.
(dramatic music)
- Uh huh, smell like that bullshit to me Pablo.
That's how they had them manage to take some boxes.
- Who the fuck is they? - Yeah, who's they?
- Let me show you.
Check this out.
Now this is Instagram.
Now they tagged me in a post.
I could find them like that, I could find them.
Man look I got you.
- You're gonna find 'em. - I got you.
- And I'm gonna fucking kill them.
(upbeat music)
- Woo woo woo!
Woo woo woo!
That's you right here man, that's you right?
- No, no it's all you Mr. Train.
- Smart lip, though I had to take a multiple choice
to shoot you in your foot or your ass.
Now go on and get up out here.
Money on the Train, we got you baby.
I just came home and it's lit.
- I thought he was stupid, where the hell's at?
- Man give me one of them cookies man.
They look good, I don't know about that fucking
mole-headed cookie you hear me?
I know how you like 'em cookies today.
- Butter, butter butter, beauty butter!
- All right homie, you know what it is.
All right don't turn a 211 to a 187 nigga.
- Man fuck all that bitch!
What you talking about?
- Where my uncle money at?
Where my uncle T-Lay money at fool?
- Did anybody give him over here?
- Look man.
- Like your muscles gonna do something.
- Bitch gimme a cookie.
- I ain't givin' no cookie.
- Gimme a cookie.
- Whoa, hold on man you fuckin' trippin'.
(snoring)
- No he didn't Tommy.
- Tommy wake up.
- Oh night night.
Night night Tommy.
Mayweather's sixth round nigga.
Get your dumb ass up nigga.
I'm trying to get you to get some park 30s with me.
Pit me in a wiggle. - I don't know what,
the fuck happened?
- Oh you know what the fuck happened nigga.
You looked like you wanted to be 'sleep anyway.
Was you 'sleep.
- Damn son, nigga beat the fuck
out of that dirty little boy.
- Who dirty boy?
- You ol' dark ass--
- Dark ass nigga, yeah well duck nigga.
Duck nigga. - oh he shot me in my ass.
- Damn baby, you know nigga really ain't hit me that hard.
I be on 'em parks bay.
- I know baby, - I was already dizzy.
- But I still love you though. - You dizzy all right.
♪ He told me uncles facing ♪
♪ All 'em demons fighting cases ♪
- All right bay.
I ain't gonna let you down.
♪ No niggas watching me living this life ♪
- She in, I'm gonna meet with her tonight.
I'm a do this one more time.
I'm gonna do nothin' stupid.
- I got you oG, I got you.
- Let's go get this brig.
- [Big Boy] Now we not snitches but they six five,
one eating cookies, one got a googly eye.
You know what I'm saying and if you see them,
now we're not snitches, call the authority.
Call the authorities and we heard
that they out there kicking dogs.
Okay I just made the kicking dogs...
- Took you long enough.
What the hell uncle's talkin' about?
- Nah man on pass through,
you know my father in the hospital.
- Damn, that's right.
Look, fuck all that.
Look, check this out man.
I already know how we can get this thing together, okay?
It's easy.
This how it's gonna work.
All we got to do, get on our business, okay?
By the time pops come home,
we'll have some stash for him baby.
- How we gonna move this much Molly, how?
- If you'd be less aggressive, you can think Fatboy.
You got to be less aggressive.
Don't be waking up mad all the damn time.
Listen, it's easy.
Go on the Instagram, and figure out
where everybody partying at.
It's a party drug.
Boom!
(upbeat music)
Get paid, come on.
When they really get geeked up.
(music drowns out speaker)
- Nigga, I don't think we can sell all this tonight.
You got to have some more connects.
- Shit, I do know this one chick named Maria
and she like to party.
- You know, you know know.
- Big shit, I've been following her gram
for about six months.
We family now and she work at the bar, Two Thirsty,
and I know she got the hookup.
- Have you been down there before man?
Don't lie to me.
- Yeah nigga!
- You sure?
- All right I drove past it.
But I know it was lit in that motherfucker.
- You said, that's all we need anyway.
You talkin' about, anybody playin' for this fool.
But this shit is sellin', you hear me.
Could be Michael Bradley shit.
(upbeat Latin music)
Nigga, unless you fluent in Spanish,
boy you got a hood pass from the cholos.
We need to get our ass up out of here
in (speaks foreign language).
- Fatboy!
Damn!
- I told you listen to me.
- Papi, you and your friend look finer than on your Insta.
Come sit with us.
- They call me Spyda girl.
I ain't playing with you.
- You got any euros for us papi?
- You know I do.
For the right price.
For the right price little girl.
Nothing is free.
None of this free. - You're gonna make us pay?
- [Spyda] So damn yes!
- Hell yeah we're gonna make y'all pay.
What do you think this free?
- Hold up like that.
- [Fatboy] I don't know y'all.
Gotta act like y'all dumb.
- Yes, you ain't got no cash.
You can't get no goods.
- Consider this a gift.
- Yeah I bet y'all did swallow it quick, I bet you did.
I bet you did.
- You got any more of those papi?
- Shit, there's more where that came from.
I got the good hookup prices too.
Y'all just got to help us move it.
- Let me call my homegirl.
She can help you unload it,
and after we can go to my crib.
- Wait, she with that freaky, dicky shit too?
- Hey mami, wanna come party with me and my homegirls.
They brought candy.
- I'll bring the (speaks foreign language).
- Hold up mama. - Come on!
- Come here girl.
Girl crazy, I can't be leaving you like that.
- I think I parked right over there.
- Where? - I'll go get your car
if you need me to.
Where the valet at?
- I heard you boys brought me something fun to play with.
- Look at this.
You called a Uber nigga?
- What's this XL?
- Yeah that's it. - Yes, the new kind?
- Who dis? - See that's the shit,
this the shit I be talking about man.
I already know, he nigga strong.
He nigga strong, look at us.
Let's go.
- Good job-- - Good job?
- This must be Blue punk ass son.
You ugly just like your daddy.
Fatter.
- [Fatboy] Do I know you?
- You can't really be saying that big dog
'cause you know one of your eyes
goin' down there like (chuckles)
nigga down the block, hold that.
- Your punk ass daddy and that bitch Black,
they still owe me till today.
Ain't that right Big Cookie?
- Big Cookie?
Nigga my name Fatboy, let me get a cookie.
- Oh you think this shit funny nigga, huh?
- No!
- Nobody laughs around here but me.
Fool slap yourself three times.
- You heard him nigga. - Spyda do it.
Spyda do it.
- Why you slap me.
- Well you heard what my uncle said, slap yourself hard.
- Get off me fool, get your ass off me.
- [Fatboy] Spyda!
- Now your dumb ass give me the bag.
- These are some real niggas.
- Now slap your boy for being stupid.
Slap him!
Things bout to get real ugly if you don't.
Now slap him hard.
- I did.
- Slap him like this.
Get your punk ass up.
- I can't get why y'all beat me up.
- It's your punk ass and now slap him.
Slap him like this.
- [Spyda] God damn it, now you nigga.
Oughta slap your bitch ass.
- Ease up.
- Fucker!
Give me the damn bag, let's get out here.
- [Spyda] These niggas are real.
- [Fatboy] Can I get a cookie?
- Fuck no, fuck you.
Get on a diet Fatboy!
- Namaste bitches, and you,
you should slide into my DM sometime.
♪ They hit 'em with the slap ♪
♪ Slap, slap, slap ♪
- Ain't slide nowhere hoe.
You lucky Spyda wasn't up to par,
he woulda whupped they ass.
- They were some real niggas.
- Spyda, why you ain't do nothing?
Why didn't you help me when they were jumping me?
- I couldn't, my shit were coming out.
It's crazy.
- Come here, come here. - Don't touch me.
- Come here! - We lost nigga!
- Come here! - We ain't got no dope,
we ain't got no money, I just got my ass beat.
Where you goin' bitch?
Tell them niggas to come back.
This my block, I ain't going nowhere.
I get my ass whupped again.
Nigga I don't need no hug right now nigga.
We got our ass whupped nigga.
My head is throbbing right now.
It's (beat pumping)
- [Fatboy] Calm down.
Calm down, relax.
- Hello! - Black, no.
- Angel, what I told your crazy ass about calling?
- Boy, you better not do this to me again.
I been waiting up for you all night baby.
Where were you?
- Yo, what do you mean where was I?
I don't mess with you.
Don't you have a man or something?
Then leave me the fuck alone.
- Come on Black, don't be such a pussy.
It was just a night and you liked that shit,
admit it, you liked it right.
- I ain't fucking with your crazy ass, for real.
Like stop calling me.
- No! - You're trippin'.
- Black, if your ugly ass hang up this damn phone,
I swear to God, I will kill myself
and then I'll kill you.
- Well call me back after you kill yourself.
- Let's start over Black.
- Bye!
- Baby I just think we have different love languages.
You know I wanna be with you until the day I die.
- Yo, I'm not with you, I got somebody else, all right?
Leave me alone.
- Black! - Bye!
- Hello!
- [Big Boy] We've gone old school ladies and gentlemen.
Let's get into Mr. Green himself.
Al Green as we like to call him, "Let's Stay Together".
♪ Baby let's ♪
♪ Let's stay together ♪
- Hey Kevin sing with me.
♪ Loving you whether, whether ♪
♪ Times are good or bad ♪
♪ Happy or sad ohh ♪
- Let's help me party up in here.
All right babies, let's get back to work.
Let's get back to work.
♪ Times are good or bad ♪
♪ They're happy or sad ohh ♪
- Skittles, I said let's get back to work baby.
- Okay!
♪ Times are good, bad ♪
(upbeat music)
Don't be scared papi, sit down.
I know how to do black boys.
- I'll take you in my chair boo.
- Don't you wanna relax?
You look tired.
- Shakira can't help you.
Come on boo sit down.
I'll give you $5 off.
You're okay, ow!
- Nice and comfortable over here.
- J-Lo, stop talking.
Yeah this way.
You get the $5 off snack discount my brother.
Sit your ass down, okay.
- What's your name? - Blow pop.
- Listen ring pop, I don't need nothing extra.
I don't need a shape up or nothin'
I just need a lineup, that's it.
- Don't you worry about anything Mr. Vaughn,
we're gonna take good care of you.
All first timers get the special.
(sensual music)
- Damn, I should have waited.
- Excuse me, nope.
Get up, get up.
I keep telling y'all, appointments only.
Up, get up beat it shoot.
Where is Jonathan?
Hi Jonathan, how are you doing?
- Well Jonathan.
Yo, my nigga. - What we doing today?
- Baby anything you want. - Anything I want?
- Anything. - okay!
- What the hell's going on in here?
- Switch with me dog.
Yo!
Yo, what's your Cash App?
- Look, I got this Enfinity j gloves for sale,
you know I'm saying half price on me.
- [Woman] I want one.
- What the hell wrong with you?
- That's a little extra for next time Romeo.
You don't need no extra.
You need a damn phone, I'll call 9-1-1.
Hell wrong with you boy?
(soft music)
Goddam!
Oh look at that.
Who the hell is that?
- That's Sunday honey.
- Sunday.
Oh I'd love to take her to church.
♪ Amen king top ♪
Why they call her Sunday?
- Because she's sweet like ch...
- Sweet like chu, who?
- She's sweet like chu?
- Who the hell is chu?
- Chu is you. - Chu is who?
- Chu is you.
- You, chu, you talkin' about you like chu is or what?
What you saying, huh I can't hear you, what?
- Chu chu, chu is you
but chu can be with me if chu want.
- Man, what is wrong with you?
Take your phones.
I don't do that.
- Oh it's okay honey don't cry,
it gets better with me.
- Okay let me see.
- Oh excuse me. - Ugly ass.
- Hi, how are you.
- Oh, hey babe what's your name?
- Sunday, and yours? - oh Sunday?
♪ Mmm Sunday ♪
♪ What's happening how you want on Monday ♪
♪ And Tuesday and Wednesday ♪
♪ And Thursday ♪
- Oh okay.
What do you need,
how can I help you? - I get a click.
- I got you next.
- Okay say no more.
- Go have a seat over there, okay?
- Can I marry you? - No!
That's how you feelin'?
- I ain't about to play with you girl.
- Okay! - Call me Spyda.
- Wait for me over there, please sir.
Sir, sir can you wait over there?
Please, thank you! - I got you baby.
- Wow!
- Woo woo woo, uh huh.
You know what motherfuckin' time it is.
Train up in here.
You put your motherfuckin' hands down on the side nigga,
what's up nigga?
Tomorrow hold up.
Train here, everything for motherfuckin' sale
going for the low, usually for the high.
What's up nephews?
Showing a motherfucker 400 can't sell him a car yourself?
Fly nigga, what's up?
Is that Gucci you got on?
Your green don't match it.
I ain't never seen Gucci in Jamaica green nigga.
What's up my nigga?
Damn, got a little lazy there nigga huh?
Hey look, I'm gonna get you a better bust on that.
You got to lower kgs on that?
Fuck with Train I'm a upgrade you nigga.
See this?
Get money finding one, I got the twos in the house.
Oh so there she go.
Baby girl it is, Sunday.
I pray you every day of the week girl.
- You was with him one day, one day and he got shot.
If I wanted him dead, I would have smoked him myself.
But dead niggas can't pay child support.
Think son, think!
You need to get your act together,
if you're even thinking about moving back into my house.
Smoking weed around kids.
Get your ass outta here.
- What's up little brother?
- And save me some of that weed.
Look Blue, I need you to watch these kids of ours,
Devon and Danisha 'cause I got a date
and I don't need this new nigga
knowing how many kids I got 'cause of your dumb ass.
- They ain't my kids, they don't even look like me.
- They look just like you, good hair and everything.
- They look like cousin Wood's.
- Sit your ass up and run me and my child support money
while we talkin' about it.
You got money for weed, then you got money
for my child support.
- Girl, do this look like I can get to the bank.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can you speak up?
I can't hear you 'cause you're not talkin' about
having my motherfuckin' money.
- Ow, ow, ow! - ow, ow, ow yeah!
Now I know the neighborhood thug
that bust a cap up in your ass
and he got you all injured and shit
but as soon as your broke, sorry whack ass,
no good ass get some money and gets back on your feet,
I need you to run me my shit.
Is that understood?
With your erectile dysfunction having ass.
- [Blue] What, huh?
- Yeah, they told me.
Limp dick.
- You are nothing but the devil.
And here you do right by me?
- Save "The Color People" quotes
and transfer me my money.
All right, I got Venmo, Cash App, PayPal,
QuickPay with Zelle.
I invested in one of them ol' black banks
when everybody was going to Black Lives Matter,
I put $100 in there.
I even still got a RushCard.
So if you won't have some money
on one of my accounts by the morning,
I'm calling my cousin on you again.
(intense music)
- [Black] Hey hey hey hey hey!
What the, what's going on man?
- You going somewhere Mr. Black?
- [Black] How do you know my name.
- I know a lot of things about you.
My name is Pablo Vargas, and you got something
that belongs to me.
- [Black] What?
- It's that fat piece of shit,
and that motherfuckin' skinny piece of shit too.
- Me, me?
- What the fuck goin' on?
- I don't know what the fuck he talkin' about.
- I don't know.
- Come straight with me.
- Unc you know I tell you anything, I don't--
- [Black] Did y'all take anything from him?
- We took some phones, that's all I know.
- Spyda took the phones.
- I took, we took the phones.
- That's where y'all got them phones from?
- Spyda took 'em.
We took the phones.
- Hold up, hold up. - We took 'em from a rapper.
- Check it out boss.
Seem like it's some type of misunderstanding.
My people did say they took some phone.
I wanna make it good with you.
- I want my money, I want my phones
and I want my fucking Molly.
- Hold up,
I'm a get you the money and the phone.
I don't know nothin' about no drugs.
We don't do drugs around here.
- You're sure about that?
Looks like you don't know your people.
- Hold up.
Give me the motherfuckin' money and the phones.
And what the shit is about drugs?
- I don't know no about no drugs.
Now I did take the phones but I don't know--
- Uncle, I know I know you don't mess with no drugs,
that's what I said.
- So look, lie to me again.
I'm gonna let them mothers shoot this place up
'cause they want y'all they don't want me.
- They want us-- - Lie to us again.
Lie to us again, we can let 'em shoot this bitch up.
- I don't wanna die like, I just wanna--
- Get off, go get the money.
- Gimme the bag.
- They gon' kill us Black.
They gon' kill us B, don't give 'em that bag.
Just let 'em...
- I got your money.
- Nikki!
- And the last of the phones.
We good?
(speaks foreign language)
Tell you something.
I'm gonna take the money,
and I'm gonna take the remainder of my phones.
I'm gonna give you till the end of the week
to give me my $130000.
If not, I'm coming back to kill you,
that fat ogre of yours, and that skinny piece of shit.
I'm also gonna come back and kill your children
and anything that you hold in regards.
Do you understand me?
(speaks foreign language)
one week, and if I hear that you're talking to the cops,
I'm gonna start with your kids first.
(speaks foreign language)
- What y'all closed man, I'm gonna get no burgers.
- No big dog we closed Black.
Man I assure you Unc, I promise you on everything
we gon' get this money, I promise you.
- So what you think they gon' do to us if we don't?
- Pop look, I got an idea.
Me and my crew, we is working on some we think
will change the game in the tech world Li-Fi.
This emitter goes into your phone and it uses light
instead of WiFi to connect to the internet.
And for a one time fee,
everybody will have unlimited internet
and a cell service.
- We can charge the world? - Charge the world!
- Take a good look, 'cause this right here is the key.
So now that the hardest part is over, let's try it out.
- [Peter] Hey Fatboy try this man.
- Me? - Yeah, it's for you!
- You college kids stay with this caffeine pills.
- No dude, that's not caffeine bro.
That's my special blend ecstasy and Adderall chaser yeah.
- What the fuck you mean?
- What? - Why didn't you warn me
what was in it?
- Bro, what does it even matter man?
Like what the fuck? - What do you mean
what it matter.
- I mean it doesn't, I gave you free drugs like what?
- Free my ass, I should have fucked you up.
- Whoa man! - When I get fucked up,
are you gonna take me home?
- That's hostile bro like chill,
you're killing my buzz and yeah.
- Damn, I should have never took it.
- No I won't take you home.
- Hey Cash, we ready.
- That mean we hit the club then.
- Uh huh!
♪ Glock ♪
♪ Big Glock ♪
♪ Glizzock Tay Keith fuck these niggas up ♪
♪ I got this big ass diamond ring ♪
- Hey, hey what you doin' man?
- What you doin' man, I'm with Luccinem.
- You ain't with Luccinem.
- Man, who the fuck you talkin' to man?
I want your security guards to calm the fuck down.
- Who is this guy?
- Em, what I tell you about bringing this bullshit.
- [Man] Get your boy, get your boy from me.
- You look Gigi.
- [Man] Luccinem, you know me baby.
You know me baby.
- Get his ass outta here.
- Fuck you and your club.
♪ Miami Cuban links, yeah ♪
♪ Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ♪
♪ You can call me Master Key yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Ain't no limit to this shit ♪
♪ I got racks on racks on me ♪
♪ Got this brand new whip ♪
♪ Hell no my shit ain't leased, yeah ♪
♪ Bad lil' bitch, give me face like IDs ♪
♪ Then I beat beat beat, ♪
♪ Beat her up like Ali, yeah ♪ - Back the fuck up punk homie.
♪ Franklin's, Grant's and Jackson's ♪
- What the fuck wrong wit you?
♪ I got blue pink and some green yeah ♪
- Bitch I will knock you out.
All the way.
- We're gonna have a problem here.
- Alright, I just need some water.
- Now beat it Michael Jackson.
♪ I got this big ass diamond ring ♪
♪ Big racks in my jeans, yeah ♪
♪ I feel like KD ♪
♪ Shooters on my team ♪
♪ I fuck her till she scream ♪
♪ Make a movie scene ♪
♪ Poppin' like some grease ♪
♪ You niggas ain't touchin' me ♪
♪ Ridin' in a machine, tinted window limousine, yeah ♪
♪ Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah ♪
♪ South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah ♪
♪ Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, ♪
♪ You can call me Master Key, yeah ♪
♪ Who, who ♪
♪ Me me ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm Master Key, Glock ♪
♪ But I'm still a P ♪
♪ Youngin' off the leash, yeah ♪
♪ I'm a sight to see, uh ♪
♪ Make yo' wife a freak, uh ♪
♪ Tryna pipe ya niece, uh pipe ♪
♪ Keep that pipe on me, bah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Someone get her off of me ♪
♪ She suckin' me just like a leech ♪
- Hey, that Fatboy over there?
Man what's the matter, what you did to my nephew?
♪ Pull up, paint job bumblebee, ♪
♪ You niggas is a wannabee ♪ - Fatboy, Fatboy!
♪ You know I got guns on me, ♪
♪ Don't run up, you get done, homie ♪
♪ You shouldn't of did what ya did, yeah ♪
♪ Bap, now you're dead ♪
- This little chip right here.
- Loop! - Loop!
- Like father like son,
I'm proud of you. ♪ I feel like KD. ♪
(sirens wailing)
- So what you're saying is,
you don't have a concrete reason to keep me here?
- I'm not interested in keeping you here.
But you may be interested in keeping your job.
Now, if you work with me, cooperate,
what we talk about and discuss in here
will stay in this room.
There's one thing I don't understand.
How a educated woman like yourself,
with a great career gets tangled up
with a criminal like Pablo Vargas.
- (chuckles) what?)
Who the hell is Pablo?
- Shavon, this isn't helping.
I need you to be honest with me, okay?
- Look, I don't know about any gangsters or Pablo.
All I did was turn on a few phones
for a friend in a bind, I swear.
- (chuckles) okay, so you want me to believe,
that you had no idea that these phones
were being stolen for drug trafficking purposes?
- What, hell no I didn't know that.
My God I'm gonna kill Black.
- I'm sorry who?
(soft music)
(screams loudly)
- (speaks foreign language) Johnny, I'm sorry.
I thought you had left already.
- Nope, still here, just working.
Naked!
- I know this case is personal for you but,
I just wanted you to know that if you're staying late
then so am I.
- Wow, so Diaz has a heart.
Unless you have other reasons
you're in the male locker room,
you don't wanna tell me about.
But no, you don't have to stay.
I'm actually about to leave anyways.
So enjoy your night.
You're sure you weren't stalking me?
Because like that timing was impeccable
like me reaching in here, and you popping up behind me
and my towel dropping like--
- Boy, do I look like go-home-Dana to you?
- Okay, go, go home then.
Definitely stalking me.
How do you know about go-home-Dana?
- Everybody knows about go-home-Dana.
- Okay, great!
You are stalking me.
- So...
I'll see you tomorrow Miller.
- Adios Diaz.
- Who is that?
- What's going on cuz o.
- Johnny you play too much.
- What's good Unc?
How I play too much?
Why you nervous?
Something you wanna tell me about?
- [Fatboy] No you just play too much.
- What's good Unc
how you doin'? - What's up nephew?
- Shouldn't you be saving the world?
Up a police's arm out here.
Or stopping your people from killing brothers?
- Wow, you really gon' go there?
- Yeah I'm a go there. - Think Johnny could stop
all the bad cops?
- Yeah! - I'm doing my part.
You doing your part in life?
- Yeah, yes.
- There's angels, there's devils.
There's skinny dudes, there's fat dudes.
I need to holler at, could I holler at Unc?
Are we gonna do this right now?
She didn't snitch, I'm just good at my job.
- I know she didn't snitch.
I'm just wondering what about you?
- Really?
Wow!
We blood.
You know since a little kid,
I've always done what's right,
I don't need a uniform for that.
Now you, you're connected to these phones
and these phones are connected to Pablo.
This case is personal for me.
So I need you to tell me everything you know.
- I already told you everything I know nephew.
I don't know no Pablo.
- I get it Unc, I do.
But you got to cut off the business with him
if you want me to help you.
I can't help you if you continue.
- Am I under arrest officer, or what?
- You may fit the description, dressed like that.
Could use shades at night, huh Unc?
- I'm just going to take a little swim.
Have a nice day officer.
- Unc you can tell me anything.
(sultry music)
(intense music)
(Pablo clapping)
(speaks foreign language)
- You showed up on time.
True definition of a businessman.
I trust you have my money?
- You know I ain't got nothing to do with this,
that's most of it.
I get the rest in three days and you can take the Benz
if you need it homie.
- Three days?
Three days?
The agreement was to have the money in full.
I don't do no installment plans.
And does it look like I need a fucking Benz?
- Wait!
I got the money.
- Didn't I tell you not to come around here.
And where you get money from?
- I got you.
We only got 4000 now.
- They still short.
- No we ain't, no we ain't, no we ain't.
Watch your mouth.
I got some money boy, you know I stay loaded.
20, 40, 60, 80, how much you short?
24, he'll give me.
Don't be snatching, that's my last.
I don't give a damn how much he owe you,
that's my last.
- I got shit to do, shoot him!
- Freeze!
Time's up Pablo, drop the guns.
- There's one of you, and how many of us?
- Too many!
- If I go, we all got to go.
Now make this less messy and drop the guns.
- Throw it away.
Nice to see that you know how to follow your own rules.
(phone buzzing)
(gunshots blaring)
- Freeze bitch!
(gunshots blaring)
Don't you move.
- Dumb asses, always shoot at the vest.
- Drop your weapon! - Drop!
I'm gonna drop you, but first drop your weapon.
- Like for real.
Old fashioned ass whooping.
What you got, what you got?
Oh shit!
Fuckin' asshole, smack me like a bitch.
Listen devil witch, I'm not going to hell
for hittin' a woman, okay?
My keys, really?
Let me knock her ass out.
That's enough Unc.
Unc, that's enough.
(sirens wailing)
Get his ass outta here.
And you, when are you gonna learn
to follow my damn lead?
- What are you talking about, I was--
♪ There is no need ♪
♪ Now ignore me ♪
- Really, right here, at the crime scene?
Be in my office.
- We're gonna have to talk about this off duty.
(speaks foreign language)
This whole time?
♪ And I done seen all these spaces ♪
- Spyda!
Spyda!
- You already knew huh?
- Yeah I knew you put that tracker on my car.
But I was just wondering what took you so long nephew.
(intense music)
- We family! - We family!
We all we got.
- You already know it.
♪ I got the hook up baby ♪
♪ Shorty holler at me ♪
♪ I got the hook up baby ♪
♪ Shorty holler at me ♪
♪ I got the hook up baby ♪
♪ Shorty holler at me ♪
- My fish tacos ready?
Are my fish tacos ready?
No huh?
You're fired.
♪ And I can't see me without you ♪
♪ When I just baby we meet you baby ♪
♪ I need you right now ♪
♪ Shorty holler at me ♪
- Pops. - Hey son.
- What's up pops? - Yeah, I'm up here
with your mama.
- I told you, look at him now dang.
- All right, I'm gonna talk to you later.
♪ It's you baby, without you baby ♪
- I love you
- How's my favorite patient doing?
- Hey doc! - Hey!
- Hanging in there. - How you doing baby.
Let's see what he's doing up in here.
- All right doc, all right.
- Hey, the hell you doing?
- I'm nurturing the baby.
- I'm sick and tired of coming in this neighborhood.
Hey, you have a good day.
Stop eatin' 'em donuts.
That motherfucker is,
what the fuck? - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [officer] Look at Bob Bagwell.
- [officer] What the fuck!
- Oh hell no! - Hell no!
- Hell no!
- Hey man, hey come towards the car bra.
Bring your strong arm or BJ ass to the,
ain't no one can fuck with your ass.
Pull the cuffs, can you drop the bike.
Man bring your strong ass.
Look at you, working out for nothing.
You probably ain't even got a girlfriend.
Who the hell do you think you are?
You know what, I don't like your energy.
You out here, you got to be on drugs.
It's raining outside and you think your arms
can protect you from the rain?
You know what, bring your ass on, come on.
Don't resist.
Yeah, you'll be having a weight cap on for two weeks.
Bring your ass.
- Bet you niggas gay, both of you.
- Yeah, well you gon' find out gay
when you get in that jail cell.
- Get your ass in there. - Man stick your motherfuckin'
ass in this python. - Yeah ass nigga.
- Yeah we got this one.
Mr. Man oh yeah I snuck in on your ass didn't I?
What I heard on the street
is that you went on some type of naked yoga.
If I find out that you fuckin' my girl,
oh yeah I heard it was you.
'Cause I saw a flip phone and some Viagras in her purse.
That's your black ass.
- You called me. - Yeah you damn right
I called. - Woman with the big
watermelon-- - Yeah that's her.
- And a watermelon, hey you must like watermelon a lot.
- Yeah, I love watermelon, I eat watermelon
and I pay for watermelon.
If I find out that your five heartbeat ass
was fucking her that's your last dragon, you hear me.
And take that picture down, that ain't you no more.
- Fuck you.
Clearly, you heard that he's a bitch.
- First of all, nigga how old are you.
- You don't give a fuck.
- Well, are you wearing diapers or pull up,
what the fuck are you?
Don't ever talk to me like that.
First of all, I don't know whether I should slap you
or give you a bottle.
What the fuck age range are you?
- You black like carbon.
You know carbon?
- Who the fuck is carbon?
- I don't fucking know.
- Are you a parent or you have parents?
What are you doing here?
- Your color is like is like this color (laughs)
fuck you!
- Don't ever disrespect me.
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck you can crawl or you can,
if you can crawl we can brawl bitch.
- Why you got gun, you're not fucking police.
- I will kill you with a BB gun you little ass nigga.
You're a grown baby nigga.
You're a old infant.
A 30 year old baby.
What is this?
What size that, 11T, what size is your outfit?
- I don't know.
- Are those long sleeved-- - Size five.
- You're a grown nigga wearing baby clothes?
- Why you call me a baby hoe?
You know me?
- That's what I'm trying to figure out.
I'm a police officer.
I wanna know, do I call your parents
or do I call the cops?
I'm a cop, that's why I'm here.
- Is it raining right now?
- It's not fucking raining.
- I like an umbrella.
- Why you want an umbrella for?
You need to be in a fucking stroller,
get this little nigga out of here for me, please.
Where are your grandparents?
You want to go to Chuck E. Cheese
or you wanna play games with me?
- You ugly ass nigga.
- I know I'm ugly but what do I do with you?
Who are you fucking with, who are you?
- I don't know who I am.
- How did you get here?
Did you get here on a school bus?
- I'm Dominican, I don't know who I am I'm Dominican.
- What are you glancing at though man?
- Shit I don't know man. - That bitch coming or not?
- Is she above 50?
- 50? - 50 hoes you know I'm saying.
Hoes on top of hoes.
- Oh I'm about to be on this pin
I'm finna be fucking every hoe for sure.
- For shit, don't die nigga,
'cause my daddy died on one them kills.
- Tell it.
♪ My dick died of aim bitch ♪
♪ My dick died of aim ♪
- Pops I'm here. - Hey what's happening?
Oh damn you're squeezing me man.
- I'm here, what you need me to do?
- Man since you like to cook,
man I know you like to eat.
We gon' keep you in the kitchen with Ron man.
- Pops, do you know who the fuck I am?
I'm not staying in no kitchen, I'm famous.
- You famous?
♪ We done jail bound ♪
- Roll up the fucking window.
Roll up the fucking window.
- I think it's broken.
- Roll up the window. ♪ We the dope men ♪
- Roll up! - Sing it!
♪ We the dope men ♪
- Here you go officer.
♪ You can ask Lyrica ♪
♪ I'm the realest nigga who be trappin' ♪
- What the hell is this?
- [Black] That's all in there.
- Oh God, this shit look like grapefruit juice.
Let me tell you something.
Now I'm gonna tell you one motherfuckin' time, okay?
If you'd have put some golden seal
or any other kind of pharmaceutical
in this motherfucker to alter your piss test,
I'm gonna violate your ass man.
I want a reason to send your black ass,
you crispy motherfucker, back to jail.
- You want come back down wise guy.
- Hey don't start that little ratchet shit up in here.
- Well how's one of your girls
come back there with me?
- I'll do! - Hey, hey, hey.
Get your ass over here.
You with Jackpot, you not with this nigga.
I'll slap them goddam extensions out your head.
Go sit your ass over there, go on.
- I told you she wasn't shit.
- And I shoulda listened to you.
- It's her bro. - Well that's her bro.
- I'm telling you. - I swear I'll jump her,
look at that ass.
Look that, man that's her bro.
- What the fuck are y'all doing.
I know you're used to dancing for your tips,
but around here we actually work for ours.
- Yeah I dance, you did porn.
- She's lying.
I told you it wasn't me.
Are you niggas stupid or something?
Blind asses.
- Guard, guard, let me outta here.
I'll fucking jump.
Fine I'm blood cousin, let me out here.
Niggas got me all tax rates and shit.
Hey, what the fuck is this Danny Glover
looking ass nigga doing?
- Man shut your ass up.
Let me tell you some, sit them tight ass draws
back up on that thing.
- I can't keep jerking off to the same Rihanna posters,
do some, let me outta here.
- [Man] Shut the hell up!
- Ugly ass, both of y'all ugly.
Eric and Erica.
- What you say just now?
What you say just now?
What you say just now nigga?
Like I said, what you saying just now?
- You ugly as fuck.
- You don't think I'll piss out you?
Playin' with me, Erica?
I came from my body at birth,
and then nigga I came from mine
and you can't handle that?
Nigga you ain't no man.
If you didn't stay behind the counter.
- I know that Dana got a warrant out--
- Guess what, I bet your mama ain't feel that candle.
- You're raggin' my face
♪ only in America ♪
♪ Only in America ♪
♪ We get it how we live nigga ♪
♪ Only in America ♪
♪ And you can ask Erica ♪
♪ You can ask Lyrica ♪
- To the future! ♪ I'm the realest nigga ♪
♪ Who be coming from America ♪
♪ When I was lying in this shabby hands ♪
- Big Boy's Neighborhood.
You know how when something start to take off
we all feel like we had a hand in it?
Yeah man!
Yeah Big Poppa's big ups man to Black and Blue
what they did with Big Poppa's man.
Not only were we thinking about man,
they're gonna shut it down,
they're trying to take 'em out of the neighborhood man.
We're proud to announce the franchise.
(crowd cheering) The franchise
ladies and gentlemen, for Big Poppa's show you right man.
And for those out there man, it's just in the bloodline.
You know his son is the one that put together that Li-Fi.
Yeah man, and I even told him.
I said man, this ain't gon' work.
You know what I'm saying, yeah like yeah.
And then also Lu, this your last day.
- Oh come on! - No, I already told,
Black and Blue already got you an apron over at Big Poppa's.
Y'all enjoy the rest of y'all day man,
we're at Big Boy's neighborhood.
- That thing little bit gon' fit my hands dog.
- We got so fucking...
- Man (screams)
- Baby stop him.
- Get your ass up.
♪ It brought the hustle out of me ♪
♪ Remember all them cold nights ♪
♪ Now I'm on my feet ♪
♪ We'll be missing the old ♪
♪ Rack a hustle out of me ♪
♪ I remember them long nights it was me and P3 ♪
♪ Momma could never sleep at night ♪
♪ 'Cause we was in the streets ♪
- Hello, detective in the building.
Hello, may I ask you guys a few questions,
have you seen anything?
- Man we don't talk to the Jakes around here man.
- You know me (chuckles) we go back.
- Like I said Johnny,
we don't talk to the Jakes around here.
- You don't talk to the Jakes
but you call me by my first name.
- Black!
Black!
- Chill out, no no no what's wrong with you?
- I need my money, that's what's wrong.
- Yeah but you can't come in here screaming like that.
- Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Shorty what's happening?
- You know you still owe me that money.
I'm just here to get my money.
- Didn't I give you your last check?
- You gave me my last check,
but you ain't give me my last, last check.
- If I gave you your last check you should be straight.
- No, no, no!
What you don't understand is you still owe me
'cause I worked more so I need more.
- So that means we fired you,
'cause you wasn't doing something right?
- Oh I was doing everything right Black.
Come on now, my fries was the crispiest fries up in here
and you know that.
- Hold up shorty, how much I owe you?
- $9 and 86 cents.
- Now you came up in here for $9 and 86 cents.
- It's about the principle Black, the principle.
Oh okay, principle.
Here, I'm a give you $20 to get your ass up outta here
and your principle.
- [Woman] Thank you, nice doing business with you.
- What did I do with my weed?
I know I set it somewhere close by.
Boy have you seen my weed?
- Your weed? - Yes!
- Weed? - Yes!
I ain't seen no weed Titi.
- Don't play.
- What are you talking about, I didn't see no weed.
- I don't trust my sister, I don't trust you kids.
I don't let nobody come in my house
'cause something always coming up missing.
And I look everywhere I can't find it.
So it must be you.
- Must have been me? - It didn't disappear
until you got here. - Y'all killing me
with this shit.
This my life you playing with.
- What's up with you slick?
You gonna let us in or what?
- Michael, I thought that we paid you
to keep the drug dealers outside of the establishment.
It's a simple task really.
- Drug dealers?
I got a woman here I'm coming to see.
- Excuse me?
- What the hell are you talking about drug dealers?
My Uncle Black owns the business,
we own the business.
We business owners.
- Straight up look here.
I'm coming here to see my girl,
shorty I ain't even tripping over you.
- I assure you, you don't have a girl that works
in this establishment, tell him Michael.
- Nobody know your bourgeois ass, nobody knows you.
- Hey! - Hey bay!
- I thought I asked you to meet me outside.
- I brought your favorite.
- How fitting, a Hague special,
there's carnations and alcohol.
- Come with me.
- Oh no, she need a man.
She need a real thug nigga, to put it on her.
Don't touch me.
You don't know me like that.
- I'll whip your ass. - Don't touch me.
You fucking rent-a-cop or shit.
- Mr. Mimm, or was it Mr. Woo
or whatever the hell you're calling yourself nowadays.
Are you aware that there are several
sexual harassment and peeping Tom claims against you?
- This is absurd.
I don't appreciate people talking about my business.
I run a well-oiled machine.
- And yeah, that's your problem.
- Women come to my business and if they're ashy,
I use back breaking poking gun.
- Yeah, there is also a child support claim
against a child named Adonis.
- Drake's kid, bullshit!
- Oh shit, if it isn't Melville Taylor.
I remember you from back in the days
your un-paid Derek Jeter looking ass
used to be scared of the neighborhood cat.
Now you a gangster, huh?
You think you tough coming here with guns
trying to scare these models.
Nigga, you bitch made.
- Let me handle this clown 2 Pistols.
- Damn, please get the pistols, let me handle.
I got this, I got this.
- I'll bust your ass man.
Get your ass up out of here.
- Fuck all that, fuck all that.
- Nigga back up. - I got this.
That's right, you need to watch your mouth Dwayne.
Only shit running is your mouth.
It's 2 Pistols now.
That's right, and I know your bitch ass
don't want none of this smoke.
- (laughs) who the fuck you think you gonna shoot
holding them guns like that nigga?
- You 'bout to find out.
Say what's up to Michael and Clancy.
(gunshots blaring)
- Nigga you had the audacity to shoot at me nigga?
- Damn, not again.
- I'm officer Midnight this is "I Got the Hookup 2".
Where the fuck was you last night
when all the shit was going down?
Why are you black?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I have a gun I will kill you.
Fuck you, shut the fuck up when I talk to you
and listen to me.
Listen to me, close your eyes then open your eyes.
Who is this nigga and why is he here?
What the fuck do you want?
Get out of here right now, you bootleg,
don't fuck with me my nigga, please don't give a shit
who is this nigga?
- Who knew?
(man laughing hysterically)
Hey man, man--
(people shouting)
Hey bra! - Don't touch me.
(people shouting)
♪ I'm reppin' No Limits so you know I got the hookup ♪
♪ I got the hood shook up ♪
♪ The letter where I cook up ♪
♪ I'm reppin' No Limits so you know I got the hookup ♪
♪ Niggas really think I'm Seal ♪
♪ Na na na na naa ♪
♪ Niggas think I'm C-Murder ♪
♪ Na na na na naa ♪
♪ Niggas think I'm Romeo ♪
♪ Na na na na naa ♪
♪ I just brought a lot of dough ♪
♪ Na na na na naa ♪
♪ Niggas really think I'm Snoop ♪
♪ Na na na na naa ♪