Previously onP-Valley...
My client is offerin' you 15 times market value.
Well, there is market value, and then there's worth.
IfThe Pynk were to be sold, she would require her worth.
Whisper, Roulette, and the last spot goes to--
-Big Bone. -Yes, ma'am! Ha!
[Lil' Murda] Been textin'.
I ain't neva got no reply back.
Shoulda handled things different.
And I know better now. Um...
[Terricka] You been sayin' it and sayin' it,
that one day, I'ma come live with you.
It's gone happen.
When?
[Patrice] God spoke to me,
told me I was deservin' of a pulpit.
This gone be my church.
[alarm buzzes]
[Woddy] Yo' buggy ass need some security.
[choking]
-[Rome] The... the fuck? -[gagging]
What's wrong with this niggah, maine?
[crowd chanting] Mercedes! Mercedes!
[Mercedes] I brought her and her kid into my house,
but then she walked out on me like a thief in the night.
But I came back.
I came back for you.
It took you a while, tho.
I'ma need you to get yo' shit and get on out.
[Lil' Murda] Aye. It's official.
The Dirty Dozen tour start tomorrow.
What you doin', lil' niggah?
[Pap Chanel's "Everything You Want"]
♪ ♪
[Pap Chanel] ♪ I'm doing everything you want to.♪
♪ This'll be about a... maybe about an hour.♪
♪ Give it to me.♪
♪ And I'll take my fees in person now.♪
♪ I need all that.♪
♪ All that. Aye, aye, aye.♪
♪ I'm your private dancer ♪
♪ Watch me touch my toes, let's get freaky ♪
♪ Let's get nasty, kitty by your nose ♪
♪ Yeah, he like the way I buss it ♪
♪ To the left and to the right ♪
♪ Shakin' what my mama gave me ♪
♪ I can do this shit all night ♪
♪ Aye, look, I'm doin' everything you want to ♪
♪ Aye, I'm doin' Everything you want to ♪
♪ Aye, I'm doin' everything you want to ♪
♪ I'm your private dancer, doin' everything you want to ♪
♪ I'm your private dancer, so you cannot repeat that ♪
♪ It's just me and you, I got my legs up ♪
♪ And your seat back, I'm doin' what you like ♪
♪ You got your hands on all my hips ♪
♪ Brought the club vibes to your livin' room ♪
♪ And I still need to see tips ♪
♪ Buss it open, break your back ♪
♪ Miss no meals, I keep it fat ♪
♪ Make it roll while I look back ♪
♪ Warm that milk up for this cat... ♪
Mmm, take that mask off nanh.
I'm tryna see yo' lips.
One pair of lips ain't enough?
You got me asshole-nekkid, and you still feenin' fuh mo'?
Bitch, I wanna see yo' face.
How much you willin' to pay?
This much.
[Roulette chuckles]
Youtake it off.
Ooh.
I knew it. I fuckin' knew it.
You so fuckin' fine.
You got them "dick-suckin' lips" too.
Mm. How much fuh that sloppy toppy, tho?
Can't suck no dick at The Pynk.
Uncle Clifford rule number fo':
"You hoe,
you out the do'!"
I guess we gone have to hit that do' then.
[Roulette chuckles]
I'll break a rule wit' a brick.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
[tense music plays]
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gone shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
♪ These niggahs grind hard ♪
♪ But these bitches grind harder ♪
♪ Climbing up the pole just to get out the bottom ♪
♪ The crowd below ♪
♪ Stay ready for the show ♪
♪ The pimps, the dough ♪
♪ Don't let it take your soul ♪
♪ We make fallin' on the sky look easy ♪
♪ Look at my bitches ♪
♪ Gangsta walking on the ceiling ♪
♪ Green on the flo' ♪
♪ Money talk, can you hear me? ♪
♪ This world is so addicting ♪
♪ But dreams is expensive, keep spending ♪
♪ Work hard for the top can't fall now ♪
♪ But whatever goes up must fall down ♪
♪ What you do when the power out? ♪
♪ Kids hungry, can't do none but scream and shout ♪
♪ We all choose to live but it's different routes ♪
♪ Take the shit with shine gotta make it count ♪
♪ When you live and die by the paper route ♪
♪ You spend a dime just to make it out, yeah ♪
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gone shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
♪ ♪
[Gangsta Boo's "Where Them Dollas At" playing]
[Gangsta Boo] ♪ Where them dollas at niggah? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at niggah? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at niggah? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at?... ♪
[Roulette] Fuck a stimmy, mama jus' got paaaiiid!
[cheers]
[Whisper] Didn't I tell yuh,
if we go on at 11:11,
the divine would do the rest?
Well, can the divine do this algebra
and run up all this bank fuh me?
[Whisper] Yezzir!
Aye, 'Cedes.
Yo' bag ain't half empty.
It's half full.
I'm a optimistic bitch.
Mind the business that pays you.
[dancers laughing]
[chorus] ♪ Where them dollas at niggah? ♪
♪ Where them dollas at? ♪
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
[children chattering]
[cellphone rings]
[Coach] Hey, my quarterback tore his labrum last season.
[Mercedes] I 'memba. Oooh, you was sick.
Messed up all the sponsorships he had lined up.
-Was a goddamn shame. -[Mercedes] Hmm.
Took all season to heal too.
Shit. Now this.
Now this.
[Coach] Unh-unh-uh.
What I wouldn't give fuh a sponsorship right now.
Ah, they ain't what they all cracked up to be.
So why was you tryin' to sponsorme?
What I offered was different.
Not by much.
Athlete gets company exposure,
financial benefits in return.
Well, I don't need the exposure.
[Mercedes] But I bet you need that "Mercedes Experience."
So...
offer still stand?
[Coach] Yeah.
It's still standin' tall.
[Mercedes laughs]
Well, we gone have to negotiate some terms and conditions.
What, you about to have a lawyer present, ma'am?
No. But yo' wife gone be.
[Coach] What my wife got to do with this?
Unh-uh. It's no coincidence "wife" rhymes with "knife."
'Sides, I thought she already knew.
[Coach] Okay.
Farrah'll be there.
[softly] Aight.
-Straight. -[Coach] Straight.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
Two boxes, please.
Unh-uh, one box per car, lil' mama.
I'm pickin' up a box for my neighbor.
Love thy neighbor, right?
Matthew 22:36, I know thass right.
Pastor Woodbine! Pastor Woodbine!
W-wait. You don't have to call her.
-Come here, look at this. -I'll just take one.
Why you call me over here fuh, Janice?
This young lady wanna take one more box fuh her neighbor.
Now, I know you said one box per car,
but she done came at me with the scripture, chile,
and you know I can't resist the good Lord's word--
Thank you, good and faithful servant...
I'll take it from here.
Mm-hmm.
Terricka?
Patrice.
Don't let this collar fool you.
I will stomp a mudhole
in yo' ass and walk it dry.
Hey, Grandmama.
Now thass betta.
Why you need two boxes fuh?
Like I told the lady, it's fuh my neighbor.
Where yo' mama at?
Which one?
The one that raised you.
Shelle sleep.
[Patrice] At 3:00 in the afternoon?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
You sho'll look like Mercedes when you lie.
-Sister Janice? -[Janice] Yes, Pastor?
[Patrice] Bring fo' boxes
and load 'em up in this car here.
[Janice] Okay, nanh. I'll load it up.
Come on, nanh, help me get these boxes in here.
Thank you, Grandmama.
[engine turns over]
[shopkeeper's bell ringing]
[music playing softly]
[Lil' Murda] Get whateva you want, maine.
[Big Teak] You ballin' like that, foo'?
Shiiit, lemme get two of these hoes then.
[vocalizes] Two of these hoes!
[laughing]
-[door opens] -[Keyshawn] Ooh!
I almost peed myself!
Why Woddy be drivin' so slow fuh?
[Lil' Murda] Y'all got postcards?
[banging on glass]
Aye!
Y'all hurry up, maine,
so we can take these pics.
[Yo Gotti's "Pose"]
[Yo Gotti] ♪ Photo shoot, yeah, pose, pose ♪
♪ Yeah, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose ♪
♪ Pose, it's a photo shoot... ♪
[Rome] This shit here fire, maine!
Murda, keep doin' what you doin', maine,
cuz what you doin' is all you need to do, foo...
You hear me?
[Lil' Murda] I got it. I got it.
[Rome] Yeah, you doin' it. Oh, there you go,
ma... aye.
[Yo Gotti] ♪ Pose, pose ♪
♪ Pose, pose, photo shoot ♪
♪ ♪
Ooh, shit!
[gasps]
[laughter]
[Woddy] I knew it was Keyshawn ass!
-[Keyshawn] Yeah! -[Rome] She killin' him!
She killin'!
[laughter]
[Uncle Clifford] Keyshawn sho'll look like
she havin' a good ol' time
on this Dirty Dozen tour with this Lil' Murda character.
[Autumn] Ask them if they wanna roll on by here.
[Uncle Clifford] Unh-uh.
'Sides, there is no space in The Pynk
fuh that "crooked-heiffa crooked-heiffa bye."
Heyell, I wonder how her ass
even got outta her slave chains.
[Autumn] Well, we need a new headliner for the night.
Folks got their checks, and if they're willin'
to waste it, we need to take it.
Well, thanks to yo' ass, Mercedes ain't gone be
a hundred in a minute, if eva.
[Autumn] Thanks to me?
You act like I went up there
and poured baby oil on the stage!
Uncle Clifford rule number 100.075,
"A pot of hogmogs gotta simmer in that pot aaallll day
in order to be any damn good."
Mercedes wun't ready fuh that openin', and you wun't either,
on account you burn up all my gatdamn chicken.
So it's all my fault?
[Uncle Clifford] Well, right nanh, it's 85% yo' fault
and 15% mine,
cuz I left yo' ass here by yo'self
to burn the house down fuh real, fuh real!
But now, if you just want it to be 65% yo' fault...
Hm?
75%.
68%.
[Autumn] Fine.
69%.
69 is a real nice position to take.
It shows you can suck it and take it
all at the same damn time.
[Stunt N Dozier's "Not the Thermometer Challenge"]
♪ Ah, not the thermometer, ah not the thermometer ♪
Okay!
[Big Bone] ♪ Ah, not the thermometer ♪
[both] ♪ Bitch, it's the nine inches ♪
[Uncle Clifford] Ah!
What you know about some Skinny Pimp, Big Bone?
Oh, this just the remix from TikTok.
Chile, the Tiketh Toketh?
[scoffs] Ain't nothin' new
under the sun, is it?
There's always something new.
Well, can't nobody replace my 'Cedes.
Errybody can be replaced.
Fact, let's try Whisper and Roulette.
Since they're Mercedes approved,
they can headline 'til she gets better.
Ooh, chile...
Mercedes gone be madder than a wet hen in heat!
But when she axe, it was yo' idea.
I'll own up to 69% of it.
[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.
Also, we're gonna need another DJ.
Where we gone find somebody last minute?
I can DJ.
Ooh, chile, a aux cord and a playlist do not a DJ make.
You were just throwing your hands up to her music
a minute ago.
Mm.
I suppose you can't be no worser than Big L ass.
[pops tongue] You best bring
yo' most poppin' playlist,
cuz we openin' doors, legs, and wallets
♪ toni-i-ight! ♪
[laughs]
[Gilfield speaking indistinctly]
Amen!
[all] Amen!
[Gilfield] Now, as we stand on sacred ground down here
at the old building of Delta Valley,
here to rejoice with us in our history
is Mayor Wayne Kyle.
Give it up fuh Mayor Kyle, y'all.
Thank you, Pastor Gilfield.
It is an honor to speak here today
at Delta Valley for this year's annual
Association of Black Pastors Chicken Dinner.
Today, I wanna honor the future of this town
and y'all's part in it.
Now, I know, there's lots goin' on,
but "we gotsta get it goin' on fuh Chucalissa."
[Gilfield laughs] Yes, Lord.
[Patrice] Is that gone be yo' campaign slogan?
InterimMayor Kyle,
"We gotsta get it goin' on fuh Chucalissa"?
[Wayne] Well, I... I can only do that
with the help of y'all.
There are a few referendums on the ballot.
Aw, yes, yes, one of 'em bein' fuh that casinah.
[Wayne] Yes, Pastor Woodbine.
I think you know that one very well,
since you're the only reason why it's even on the ballot.
Well, the only reason you on the ballot
is cuz the mayor's dead.
But I digress.
Yes.
Me and the now-deceased Mayor Ruffin
didn't agree on everything.
But the one thing we did agree on was that an economical
renaissance was in this town's immediate future.
I hope y'all will impress upon your congregations
the importance of voting yes on that referendum--
And if we don't impress fuh the yes?
[Wayne] Well, why would you wanna do that?
This group, I'm sure, wants to be
on the right side of history.
I, fuh one, uh, will gladly express this, uh,
message from my pulpit, Mayor Kyle.
And I'm sure my congregation
will vote accordingly.
[Wayne] Well, Delta Valley might find themselves
with heavier collection plates on account of that.
[laughter]
First off, not a na'an one of y'all niggahs
need to be tellin' y'all parishioners to vote
fuh some gatgum casinah.
Y'all think they gone give any us folks down here jobs?
[laughs] Naw.
Cuz they gone say we can't count.
-[pastor] Thass right. -[Patrice] Ask 'em
fuh the tax revenue to build up these schools
so we can learn to count,
and they gone spend it all on a golf course.
Y'all trust these white people too much.
Well, we at Breath of Life Full Gospel Baptist Tabernacle
will not be takin' part of turnin' Chucalissa
into Sodom and Gomorrah.
And who made this chicken?
It's too damn dry!
[Big Freedia's "Explode"]
[Big Freedia] ♪ Oh! Let's go, let's go! ♪
♪ Oh! Let's go, let's go! ♪
♪ Let's, let's, let's, let's ♪
♪ Ya, ya, ya, ya ♪
♪ I been workin' all day, I been workin' all night ♪
♪ Play that beat, I'ma be all right ♪
♪ I been workin' all day, I been workin' all night ♪
♪ Play that beat, I'ma be all right ♪
[music continues in background]
[squeals]
A bitch got chocolate-covered strawberries,
y'a-a-all!!
Only the best fuh the Blue Guap Princess.
You know what I'm sayin'.
[Lil' Murda] Where my chocolate-covered skrawberries?
Niggah, you allergic.
Where my skrawberries and Benadryl, niggah?
There you go right there.
[Keyshawn] Say "ah," Lil' Murda.
-[Big Teak] Wa-cha! -Teak.
Naw, you don't wanna see this niggah face after one of those.
Ooh! Look!
This mu'fucker here finna break the Internet.
Wait, you already posted it?
Yo' bwoyfriend don't follow no damn Blue Guap on the 'Gram.
Come on, girl. Look, aight.
I can delete it if you want me to.
But you just look so damn good though.
It should be fine.
[Rome] Yeah, it's fine.
Yeah.
[crowd cheering]
[Big Freedia] We got a little somethin' special
fuh y'all tonight, a lil' lagniappe.
I need y'all to give a New Orleans welcome
to Lil' Murda and Miss Mississippi!
Girl down.
[Lil' Murda's "Champagne Campaign" playing]
Ya, ya, ya. [chuckles]
Ain't no more lockdown. Now it's time to celebrate.
♪ Champagne campaign ♪
♪ Back outside now it's up ♪
♪ Errbody came here to bump, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Two 15s in the trunk ♪
♪ Bet you hear a niggah in the club, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Sound like a home run hit ♪
♪ Neva scared to play my shit ♪
♪ Shots fuh the DJ quick, brand-new watch on my wrist ♪
♪ When you gettin' paid like this ♪
♪ My Black ass gotta show ♪
♪ Dirty mouth full of gold ♪
♪ Big money don't fold ♪
♪ I'm a broke niggah's goals, whoa ♪
♪ Might just pull up in a Rolls ♪
♪ Them bitches neva seen a ghost ♪
♪ And we did it off the stove, niggah ♪
♪ M I crooked to the soul ♪
♪ Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda ♪
♪ Bottles by the case ♪
♪ Ugh, neva, eva, eva goin' broke again ♪
♪ I done came a long way ♪
♪ Mouth full of golds, yo' bitch on my side ♪
♪ Reppin' that Murda Gang shit 'til I die ♪
♪ Most of these niggahs gone hate just because ♪
♪ Fuck a pandemic, I'm still sellin' drugs ♪
♪ Fly as a feather, lil' fella ♪
♪ Fresh off of lock, I might go cop a bezel ♪
♪ Might smoke a bag of that mu'fuckin' scrilla ♪
♪ Beat on my chest like a mu'fuckin' gorilla ♪
♪ All in this Chucalissa jungle ♪
♪ Bitch, we some killas ♪
♪ Miss Mississippi ass soft as a pillow ♪
♪ Only the real ones gone fuck with me, niggah ♪
♪ Playin' with my city, gone end up a victim ♪
♪ Where you from, huh? ♪
♪ Where we from, bruh? ♪
♪ When you start somethin', we fuck the club up ♪
Aye, aye, aye, aye.
Aye, you know they tryna trick niggahs off the street, right?
And they wanna keep you inside, but look, look.
We back outside now, it's Champagne Campaign.
[laughing]
♪ Champagne campaign ♪
[cheers] Yeah, that way!
We start week two tomorrow night in Memphis.
[chorus] ♪ Champagne campaign ♪
♪ Champagne campaign ♪
[nurse] All right, I'ma do both sides.
-One... -[grunting]
[nurse] ...and two.
[ringtone] ♪ Oh, I'm a gummy bear ♪
♪ I'm a gummy bear ♪
What's up, lil' mama?
When y'all startin' back up again?
[Mercedes] Why you even askin'?
Shelle ain't gone let yo' lil' ass come back.
Bet I could convince her.
Best believe I'm doin' errythang I can
to make that happen.
[Terricka] Mm-hmm.
What you doin'?
[Mercedes] Workin'.
I'ma hit you back laters.
[Terricka] Laters.
[melancholy music plays]
♪ ♪
[whispering] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Ooh-wee. Sweet baby Jesus!
Ooh, yes. Champagne.
♪ ♪
Ahh. [giggles]
Oh, lawd, I'm actin' like Keyshawn ass.
[person] Mercedes.
[Mercedes] You must be Farrah.
I am.
The place is beaurtiful.
-Beautiful? -[Coach] Mercedes.
[Mercedes exhales shakily]
Coach.
[Coach] Yeah, I know.
The panny ain't been too kind to me, has it?
No. It done done you good.
You just look real different in regular lights,
than the club lights.
And you look good as ever.
[Farrah clears her throat]
[chuckles]
[strikes lightly]
We're just gonna need you to sign on page 3 and 5,
45, 67, and these NDAs.
[Duke Deuce's "Fell Up in the Club"]
♪ What the fuck ♪
♪ Fell up in the club gangsta, walkin' with my thugs ♪
♪ DJ play that Duke Deuce then we fuckin' up the club ♪
♪ Diamond grill, we want all gold slugs ♪
♪ Throw your signs in the air ♪
♪ If you don't really give a fuck ♪
♪ What the fuck ♪
[laughter and chatter]
[Rome] Maine, Memphis niggahs don't give a fuck, maine.
♪ ♪
Niggah, that can't be right.
I ain't got that Rona yet.
-[door clicks] -[person] Pico in the building!
-What's up, lil' niggah? -What up niggah?
Yeah!
[Big Teak] Since when Lante lil' bruh start rockin'
that blue and gold?
-[Woddy] Who, Pico? -Yeah.
[Woddy] Since yo' boy knocked his ass out.
[Big Teak] What fuh?
You know I stay out of y'all gang-gang shit.
♪ ♪
[Pico] Big Teak out?!
Damn, it's like that, maine?
[Big Teak] Yeah, niggah.
Wait, ho-ho-hold on now.
On God, maine, we can't have no problems tonight.
[Woddy] Ain't gone be none.
You know, I don't have no problems with you, my niggah.
Ain't no beef over here.
See, I been vegan fuh two years skraight, you hear me?
[Pico] Thass good to hear, maine.
[Rome] Aye, yo. Well, lookit hure, maine.
Where yo' shooter at?
Cuz that crowd gettin' ready.
[mutters]
So you managin' Lil' Murda or somethin'?
Heyell, naw.
-Thass all Woddy. -[Pico] Mm.
But I do rep the reason why he poppin', tho:
Miss Mississippi.
[Chief-Fi-Chief] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You reppin' Murda's lady?
That chocolate bitch is a masterpiece!
-That ain't Murda lady. -And that niggah stay
wit a bad bitch on his arm and a mixtape in the skreets.
Well, when his next joint, "Trade Tales",drop,
you gone owe me some blue hunnids, niggah.
I really love these pictures of you, Coach.
Ah, yeah. Thank you.
Farrah took 'em back when she used to be a photographer.
I'm still a photographer.
[Coach] You know what I mean, baby.
Like a professional photographer.
That shit look professional to me.
Niggah, you betta recognize.
See here? This my favorite one.
I like how you tap into that soft masculine energy.
You know, I'on think I'm used to seeing photos of men
taken from above 'em.
It's like we always haveta look up at 'em.
Hm.
And I like how you ain't do that,
but also still kept his power.
[cell phone buzzing]
Y'all give me a moment. This one of my players.
This is Coach Haynes.
Nobody's ever described that photo like that.
It's my first time, too, you know?
First time?
Doing this.
I've never met his other hoes.
[scoffs] I ain't no hoe.
You're getting paid ten thousand a weekend
and a condo
to have sex with my husband, correct?
Don't worry. I don't even get that much,
and I have to lay under him all fuckin' week.
Wanna trade places?
-Heyell, no. -[both chuckle]
Why did you ask for my permission?
It's not like you needed it.
The others surely didn't.
Cuz a bitch got her some integrity.
Hmm. Do you?
Look.
Some point in yo' life, you realize
we all hoes to somethin'.
I ain't never thought I'd be sittin' here.
But I also never thought I'd do a lot of shit
I done already did.
'Sides, this different.
So what if I would have said no?
Then I would have respected yo' no,
hoe.
[Coach] Ah.
I like to see y'all getting along.
Who was on the phone?
Look like Walker's gonna be ready to play
sooner than we thought.
[sighs] Thass so good!
I know you was real worried about that.
Well, uh, let me get out of y'all's...
bed.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Before you go, you gotta see this.
[Farrah] Oh, I see.
Naw, naw, naw. I want you to see
"The Mercedes Experience."
Not sure I need to see this "Mercedes Experience"
that brings all the husbands to the yard.
'Cedes, show that one trick.
You know, the one where your leg be, like, here,
and then it's... bam!
It's over there.
You don't have to.
[Coach] Come on, girl.
Where can I plug this in at?
[Teyana Taylor and Kehlani's "Morning"]
♪ ♪
[Teyana] ♪ I ain't here to play no games ♪
♪ I'm gonna give it to you ♪
♪ Just how you want it ♪
♪ You can call me crazy ♪
♪ Maybe you just drive me crazy ♪
♪ Until the morning ♪
♪ I be screamin', oh, oh, oh ♪
-♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ -[pained gasps]
-[Teyana] ♪ Oh, oh, on you ♪
♪ Got me sayin' oh, oh, oh ♪
-[pained gasp] -[Teyana] ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, on you ♪
♪ Got me sayin' ♪
♪ Damn ♪
♪ Ain't no limit what I'm pullin' ♪
♪ When I fuck on you, babe, oh, no ♪
♪ Talk that shit, play with that clit ♪
♪ And watch it rain on you, babe ♪
♪ Funny how you thought I tapped out ♪
♪ When we was fuckin' ♪
♪ We're just gettin' started ♪
♪ Ooh, whoa ♪
♪ Hit it, quit it ♪
♪ Feel that shit, get it ♪
♪ Lick it, fuck it, feel it ♪
♪ Touch it, ooh ♪
♪ Uh, titties in your mouth ♪
♪ With your tongue all out ♪
♪ Whoa, oh-oh ♪
[both] ♪ I ain't here to play no games... ♪
[ringtone] ♪ Oh, I'm a gummy bear ♪
Aw, shit.
[ringtone] ♪ Yes, I'm a gummy bear ♪
♪ Oh, what a yummy tummy... ♪
[Teyana and Kehlani] ♪ Just how you want it ♪
♪ You can call me crazy ♪
♪ Maybe you just drive me crazy ♪
♪ When you touch on it ♪
♪ Got my legs up, hands up, at attention ♪
♪ You make me stand up and switch up on it ♪
♪ Make your head go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ And got me makin' sounds until the morning ♪
[Britney] So now for the good news.
I, um, just talked to my daddy,
and he just might have a job for you.
[Andre] Britney,
as much as I'd love to litigate for your dad's fund...
...I'm gonna have to respectfully pass.
I get it. You just need more...
[both] Time.
[Britney] Speaking of that, when are you coming back?
Uh, the reading of the will got pushed back
on account of Mookie's diamond grill appointment...
[door squeaking]
[Dr. Sullivan] Dr. Seagram-Watkins,
another one's coding.
Got you. Uh, Andre, I'm...
I'll call you back.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[ringtone] ♪ Oh, I'm a gummy bear ♪
-♪ Yes, I'm a gummy bear... ♪ -[Mercedes] Shit.
One sec, y'all.
[ringtone] ♪ Oh, what a yummy, tummy feeling like... ♪
Terricka, I told you I'm workin'.
-Whassup? -[Jesse] This is Sheriff Deputy
Jesse Bridges from the Chucalissa Sheriff's office.
Jesse? Why you got Terricka's phone?
I pulled her over fuh underage drivin'.
She ain't got no car.
[Jesse] It's in the name of the passenger,
Shelle Shelton.
Passenger?
Yeah, the owner of the car is passed out in the back,
and let's just say even God can smell the liquor on her.
If nobody comes to pick up Terricka,
she gone have to go to the jailhouse.
Ain't no place fuh a woman, let alone a chile.
-[fan] It's him! -Oh, shit.
[all squealing and fawning]
[chuckling] Goddamn!
Hey, my 'Sippi Cups!
The club just got toe up from the flo' up, ya heard me?
Yeah, we was all on that stage tonight, maine.
Yo' girl, M-I-Crooked Letter-Crooked Letter
and Lil' Murda done bodied that biyaah so bad we finna ride it
on out in a hearse, y'all!
[Boujee Baddie] Murda!
-[Keyshawn] Oh. -Damn, bitch.
[Keyshawn] Bitch, watch where you goin'!
Murda!
-Murda! Murda! -[Big Teak] Aye, aye, aye.
Shawty, let me holla atchu real quick.
Niggah, is yo' name Murda?
Bitch. Fuck you mean?
Aye...
Don't go disrespectin' the guh, now.
Mm. Thank you, niggah feminist.
I suggest you get lil' real quick
before I haveta bless yo' ass, niggah.
[Crime Mob's "Knuck if You Buck"]
Bitch, you just ain't his type.
[Little Jay] ♪ Well I'm a gat-toting ♪
♪ Pistol-holding nigga on your damn street... ♪
-[all yelling] -Oh! Oh!
[Lil Jay] ♪ Throwing them bows up at these hoes... ♪
-Oh, man. -Get... get... move!
[Lil Jay] ♪ We make them niggas hit the flo' ♪
♪ Ain't no game off in this thing ♪
♪ We be deep off in your party... ♪
Where the fuck you goin', niggah?
I finna go jack these foos, niggah!
Fuck!
[Little Jay] ♪ ...And run they mouth just like a hoe ♪
-[gunshots] -[screaming]
Let's go! Pump the pedal!
[gunshots]
[engine revs]
[Woddy] Fuck, let's go, niggah!
-Move! Fucking go! -[gunshot]
Go, Keyshawn, GO! Damn it!
[tires squeal]
Do I need to go to The Med, or we finna go to bed?!?
[Woddy] Teak, Teak, what the fuck?
Niggah, is you tryin' to start a war?
Get off of me! I'm good, niggah!
Looks like our damn security gone need some security.
[Lil' Scrappy] ♪ Knuck if you buck ♪
♪ Knuck-knuck-kn-kn-kn- knuck if you buck, boy ♪
Move, niggah! Move! Move! Move!
Keyshawn bring foolishness everywhere she go.
[Keyshawn] Oh! Get... move out of my way.
Mm, her lashes live though.
[all murmuring]
Fuck.
[Whisper] You welcome.
Errybody bound to start on each other cycle.
Can you, uh?
So, you never told me where you was from.
-Heyell. -[Whisper] Funny.
I'm from heaven.
How'd you end up in this shithole then?
[Whisper] I found myself lost,
plans undid.
But then I listened to the wind,
and allasudden, I knew where to go.
Well, you prollly should get yo' ears checked out then.
Yo' head too.
You really might be from heyell.
You got a lot of darkness in you.
Bitch, 'scuse you?
That wun't no shade.
We all need a little heyell in our lives.
Makes you appreciate the light.
[head-rushing]
[Uncle Clifford] Whisper, Roulette, y'all ready?
[both] Ready.
[Uncle Clifford] All y'all heaux must abide
by Uncle Clifford rule number .00-twanky-five
"Wear y'all mu'fuckin' mask!"
Got to stay with yo' Corona couture on like me,
m-kay, 'kay, 'kay?
[all cheer]
-[Uncle Clifford] M'kay! -[sneezes]
[Uncle Clifford] Oh, heyell naw!
Nineveh! Lysol her!
-I'm sprayin', I'm sprayin'! -[Uncle Clifford] Lysol it
all down.
Aw, shit. This some oil sheen.
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh, chile, that'll do.
You done fixed yuh guts, but you done broke yuh nose?
-It's ALLERGIES! -Ugh!
Allergies, my ass!
You better go get you some Cluritin
and get up outta my face!
Sneezin' in a fuckin' pandemic, bitch!
♪ Finna take all y'all niggahs fuh a trip ♪
♪ We throwin' ass fuh that cash on the dick ♪
♪ Come to The Pynk cuz you want that biz ♪
[Beastmode Click's "Betcha Won't Shake Dat Ass"]
[crowd cheering]
♪ ♪
[Uncle Clifford] Whoo!
It's rainin' scrillaaaa!
[horn honks]
[sniffling]
My bad. My bad.
Don't tell me you still cryin' over this bitch.
Naw, I'm good. I'm good.
Boy, let's go inside and look at this puuussy.
[cheers]
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh, thank y'all fuh the lurvvv,
but I'm just the openin' act.
I'ma need y'all to give it up fuh Whisper
and Rouuuu-lette!
[Ying Yang Twins' "Wait [The Whisper Song]"]
[D-Roc] ♪ Naw, I'm just playin' 'less you say I can ♪
♪ And I'm known to be a real nasty man ♪
♪ And they say a closed mouth don't get fed ♪
♪ So baby girl don't be scared ♪
♪ You heard what I said ♪
♪ We need to make our way to the bed ♪
♪ So we can start getting laid... ♪
[Uncle Clifford] Oh, hear ye, hear ye,
Pynk pony riders!
It's Whisper in the house!
[Kaine and D-Roc] ♪ Tss, Tss ♪
♪ Tss... ♪
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh!
Throw it up, Ms. New Booty Whisper.
Throw it up!
Owww!
[Erica Banks] ♪ She don't never do it how I do it ♪
[Erica Banks' "Show Out"]
[Erica Banks] ♪ She don't never ride it like I do... ♪
Yes, Roulette! Get 'em!
[Erica Banks] ♪ Big bag counting big cash ♪
♪ Tell that hoe don't touch a stage 'less the bitch bad ♪
♪ All them hunnids yea we run it got a bitch mad ♪
♪ Taking all a nigga money got a bitch sad ♪
♪ Ain't nobody in the club ♪
♪ Who really do it like we do now ♪
♪ If I drop it low you know yo nigga wanna screw now ♪
♪ Talking in the back then ♪
♪ We can fight and we can chew out ♪
♪ Winning all the dollas on the flo' ♪
♪ What you gone do now ♪
♪ Lights out they gone throw it for da Roulette ♪
♪ Whisper, she gone do it how she do it ♪
♪ Tip ha give a fuck about who you is ♪
♪ Rich gul she gone do it how she do it ♪
♪ Lookin and watching they think that we rookies ♪
♪ But they can't come make a bag ♪
♪ Without them selling da pussy ♪
♪ But we don't do all da drama we gone go for da kill ♪
♪ And when he come in da club you know he payin da bill ♪
♪ Tip dollas tip on a bad hoe ♪
♪ Drip on em don't slip on a bag hoe ♪
♪ Thick bitch wit a whole lotta ass tho ♪
♪ When it's time to go out ♪
♪ Body on da pole ♪
♪ Yeah we known to take a hoe out ♪
♪ Doin what they know bout ♪
♪ Run em like a robot ♪
♪ Taking every nigga in the club ♪
♪ Bring some mo' out bitch ♪
♪ ♪
-[cheering fades] -[Roulette breathing heavily]
[cheers]
Whoo! Throw that stimmy!
Throw that stimmmmyyyy!
♪ ♪
Mmmmm.
♪ ♪
Ooh-- Ah...
Roulette! I'ma getcho ass--
-[Clifford's mic cuts out] -What?
Bitch, turn my shit on!
[crowd cheering]
♪ ♪
She won't pick up the phone.
I'm trying to make things right,
but Gidget won't fuckin' let me.
Well, unless you Jesus and her mama Lazarus,
I'on thank you can make things right, maine.
I ain't kill her mama.
[Big L] You ain't give her mama Rona?
That ain't even not the point.
Well, I beg to differ.
I was fixin' ta retire from this connect-life shit.
Retire? But wejust gettin' started, maine.
Well, you can have this shit. I'm THRU.
After this pickup tonight, I'm gone get my bitch a ring,
I'm gonna get her that white picket fence
and that golden retriever she be wantin'.
A slice of that normal pie.
Gidget don't like no normal pie!
And I reckon you don't neither.
[Uncle Clifford] Rule number one million:
ain't no titties on the main stage!
Sorry, Uncle Clifford!
-[giggling] -Girl,
this bag heavier than my mama whoopin' hand!
Girl, you were like a tornado on that pole tonight!
Naw, bitch, that was you!
Well, then you were like...
[both] Fiyahh!
Yo, thass an impressive spatchcock you got there.
Do what with a cock?
Do I look like a bussdown to you?
No-no-no, naw. I said impressive "spatchcock."
You know, the thing when you--
Aw, bitch, you know I'on be knowin'
the names of no move, nanh.
How you know that?
You fuck strippers or something?
-Naw. -Yea.
Ain't nu'n wrong with fuckin' a strippah.
Marryin' one is when you got a problem.
See, thass what I was thinkin'.
[Big L] Come on, maine.
[Uncle Clifford] Big L, yo' break was over
15 years ago.
You the worstest security ever.
Copy. Let me gone on
and just do this front do'.
Wait on me.
Yo, yo' freen can't just be droppin' knowledge like that
and then walk away.
She do that sometime.
You got somethin' in yo' teeth.
Let me get it out fuh you.
Open wide.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
I can't believe you had my baby drivin' yo' drunk ass!
I thought you was "sober."
Sober only last fuh so long
when you ain't got no job--
That ain't no fuckin' excuse!
You know, I'll be damned
if a hoe stand 'cross from me in my own house
and judge me--
[gagging]
Yeah, thass right.
Throw that shit up with the rest
of all that bullshit you yappin'!
Callin' mea hoe. You got some nerve!
You the raggedy bitch had Terricka in the driver's seat.
She a chile, Shelle.
You sho' ain't tell nobody you was a chile when you were 15.
Not my fault my titties and hips came in early.
Yo' titties and ass didn't lie to Cortez about you bein' 18.
Yo' mouth did.
You neva did let that shit go!
How could I let it go?
You ruined my life.
I didn't exactly climb on toppa myself.
[Shelle chuckling]
-Oh, it's Cortez fault now? -Cortez was her daddy.
And when my mama said he had to look after her,
yes, he had no choice.
But you, you did. After he died,
you stepped in like the saint you pretended to be
and wanted to play mama to MY child!
What choice I have?
[Mercedes] You coulda given her back,
like I begged you to,
'stead of sayin' no.
-[Shelle] Isaid no? -Every time I axed,
you said no!
I begged, you said no.
I pleaded, YOU said NO!
HE said no!
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
With his laaast breath,
Cortez begged me to look after her...
Prolly cuz he knew you couldn't.
Just like yo' mama knew.
You think I wanna stare in the face
of his mistake every day?
I done wasted yearsof my life
bein' loyal to a dead man...
w-who wouldn't be loyal to me when he walked this Earth.
[laughing]
Ain't that some shit?
[laughing]
[DjangBxtch] ♪ I'm Django bitch ♪
♪ And don't forget that shit... ♪
This bitch must be good at Super Mario Brothers
the way she done skipped levels.
[Toy] She gone find herself missin' in her own mirror
she keep on...
[Polo Baybee's "F.I.U.S. [feat. DjangoBxtch]" playing]
♪ ♪
[Birthmark] Look, I promise, baby,
I'll make it worth yo' while.
Come on, girl.
Niggah, what part of "NO" don't you understand?
-The N or the O? -Look, shit.
Look, my homeboy told me 'bout this girl
wit' the dick-suckin' lips.
Hell, I'm lookin' fuh the chewin' bitch.
Aight? What you pursuin'?
Ugh!
Yo, where you goin', baby?
Aye!
[cell phone beeps]
Andre's just checking in on Corbin's bid.
Well?
I'm not settling for less than ten.
[chuckles]
Heiffa, yo' yellah tail gone turn blue
waiting on these whypipo to give you $10 million.
You best settle in good, Ms. 69%.
Runnin' a club ain't easy.
But what if we could get that?
Why wouldn't you sell?
Where all these heiffas gone go?
[Autumn] Should that even be any of your concern?
I know if I did,
least now I'd get $3.1 million.
Well, look at that.
You actually are good at math.
[chuckles] Mm-hmm.
[phone buzzes]
[Andre chuckles]
What she say?
[Andre exhales heavily]
[melancholy music plays]
Ooh, this bitch got life fuuucked up!
♪ ♪
Would Promised Land actually pay $10 million
fuh The Pynk's land?
[Andre] They might.
As she said, they got need and desire.
You gotta convince ole girl to sell.
I think she waitin' to see if the town votes for that casino.
'Cause if it does... [laughs]
...she might become the most powerful person
in all of Chucalissa.
Even more powerful than yo' brother.
Yeah, cuz nobody stupid enough to run against him.
[Andre] Shiiit.
I would.
You wouldn't win.
Damn! You ain't got faith in a brother?
[Corbin] You ain't got no brand recognition.
You ain't backed by no church.
Heyell, you don't even live here.
Heyell, are you even from here?
I AM from Chucalissa.
Born and mu'fuckin' raised, thank you.
Plus you wrong about one of the above.
-I got land here. -Oh.
[Andre] And I'm a registered voter,
much to my wife's chagrin.
Had to cast my vote for the...
[imitating Ruffin] First Black Mayor
of Chucalissa.
Well, what about that?
"Tydell Ruffin's godson picks up the baton."
You funny.
[Corbin] And you stupid,
but hopefully stupid enough to run, cuz...
I'd sho'll be stupid enough to foot the bill.
♪ ♪
[all clamoring]
-[fan] Move. -[Lil' Murda] Thank you.
Oh, there we go. That way. [laughs]
[fan] Oh, damn, girl!
Tired as a mu'fuck--
[fans] Uh. Oh.
[all jeering]
Ahh, you kiss sloppy!
You welcome, niggah.
How Big Teak?
[Lil' Murda] That niggah be aight.
[Keyshawn] How yo' scalp feelin'?
Less itchy.
[Keyshawn] Mm.
I told you my oil gone work.
I'ma call it Miss Sipp Hair Food.
I'on know if all of this dandruff in yo' scalp
is from all of that bleach,
or you just, like...
lovesick...
Mind yo' business, shawty.
[chuckles]
You overthinkin' it.
-I-- -You green as hell, you know?
[laughs]
-Give me this. -[Lil' Murda] Keyshawn.
Look. Look, okay.
[Keyshawn] Niggah, "I guess I miss you?"
You denied her. Now you guessin'?
Nobody wanna play Clue up in this bitch.
What I'm gone say then, Keyshawn?
[Keyshawn sighs] You the poet.
You like, uh,
like, uh, Shake-a-spure or somethin'.
Just go with the 27th thought.
-Hm? -Aight.
Aight. Bet.
Niggah, "I love you?"
Thass the 27th thought?
Keyshawn,
thass the onlythought.
[melancholy music plays]
♪ ♪
Well,
can't fuck this up then.
Uncle Cliffords don't come around too often in life
or in heaven.
♪ ♪
I know what I did.
But what you do to get kicked out the kingdom?
I couldn't believe in fairy tales.
We finna send this.
We finna send this right now!
Keyshawn, no, we not.
-Yes, we is! -No, we ain't.
-[laughing mischievously] -Okay, okay.
Now you done got too excited--
-[Keyshawn] Whoo! -[Lil' Murda] See? See?
Keyshawn. Keyshawn, give me my damn--
okay, see?
-Yo'... yo' silly ass... -[Keyshawn] Whoo!
Okay... ah, see, look.
I'ma start puttin' it in my pocket.
You gone be mad.
Keyshawn, can I have my... Okay.
What... what is that?
Keyshawn, give me my damn...
Keyshawn, give me my...
[Big Teak] Aye, aye, aye, aye... ah.
-[Keyshawn] Hey. Oh. -Damn, man.
Murda, can you mob to the store with me real quick, maine?
Uh, yeah.
All right.
[Lil' Murda] I'ma just grab my jacket.
Fuck.
I'll be back.
Bitch can't even get niggahs some Velveeta.
[sighs]
I'm makin' some food. You hungry?
Was what Shelle said true?
You was only 15?
You heard all that?
Yeah...
I was.
But yo' daddy ain't know that.
I lied cuz I was in a rush to grow up,
and then I... I grew up.
Did you love him?
Yes.
Did he love you?
You regret it?
Gettin' pregnant was a mistake.
But havin' you was somethin' I ain't neva regretted.
Moment I saw you, I knew you was mine.
Shiiit, you was yellin' up a storm.
You had to be mine.
And you are his.
You the spittin' image of him.
You may not have been planned,
but you were wanted.
Then why didn't you keep me?
[Mercedes] I was 15.
I had to do what my mama said.
Even if it meant givin' up the only thang
I ever called my own.
But you didn't stay 15.
I didn't.
I became a dancer, and
wun't no court was gone give a stripper back her baby.
It seems like there's always gonna be an excuse with you.
I'ma go to bed.
♪ ♪
[Big Teak] Surprised you ain't wrapped that bitch yet.
I ain't her type.
[Big Teak] What you mean, foo'?
Keyshawn like 'em how I like my Air Forces,
krispy white.
[laughs]
Yeah, well... Yeah.
Sorry about what happened earlier.
There's one thing I hate,
is a disloyal-ass niggah.
He wun't slime all the way. He was just "affiliated,"
so I ain't trippin'.
You get into one fight,
and Pico go Chief-fi-Chief?
Niggah just ain't cut like us, maine.
Yea, you might be toocut.
You out here tryna start a war?
Naw, just tryna have yo' back, maine.
Hmm. Guess shit ain't changed.
Naw...
[laughs]
What, maine?
Aww...
'Memba yo' first night in the cell with Boosie?
-Hmm. -This niggah said
"Yo' muscles playin' hide and seek?"
[both laughing]
You said, "Yeah, foo', they hidin'..."
[both] "Wit' the rest of yo' hairline."
Yah!
Then that niggah...
ah.
Then that niggah shanked the shit out of me.
Missed my mu'fuckin' kidney
by a millimeter, doc said.
You were blessed that night, you know.
And you got sent to the hole.
And Boosie got sent to his grave.
If you hadna been thur,
I wouldn't be hure...
Mm-hmm.
Yo' ass was steady sendin' me those...
wack-ass rhymes on lil' pieces
of toilet paper.
I'on know how you got the CO
to slide it on to me...
but I was thankful,
cuz it, uh...
got real dark down in that hole.
Like...
bottom of the ocean dark.
And yo' lil' rhymes...
They was light.
[uneasy music plays]
♪ ♪
[people shouting]
[upbeat gospel music playing]
♪ ♪
Pastor, I tried to stop 'em!
What the heyell?
"Whoever derides their neighbor has no sense..."
"But the one who has understandin'
holds their tongue."
Hmm. I wish you hadda followed
God's proverb.
Jesse.
[clears throat] Patrice.
"Breath of Life Full Gospel Baptist Tabernacle
"has violated Chucalissa Mayor's Office
"executive order 2053.84
"in regards to strict social distancin'
for religious services."
[chuckles] Aww.
So you gone stop the saints from clappin' fuh Christ,
but let them booty cheeks 'cross the way clap all night?
Ain't my fault you done fucked with the wrong neighbor.
Niggah, wun't nobody talkin' to yo' overseer ass.
Shutdown effective immediately.
So where you do you expect me and my congregation
to meet and...
cleanse Chucalissa
of the sins of yo' forefathers?
Where two or three are gathered
six feet apart,
at 50% capacity,
God is there.
Mayor Kyle!
If I done messed with the wrong neighbor,
you done fucked with the wrong bitch!
["Love and Happiness" playing]
[Al Green] ♪ Love and happiness ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Something that can make you do wrong ♪
♪ Make you do right ♪
♪ Love... ♪
"You look beautiful in red.
Lil' Murda."
♪ ♪
[Al Green] ♪ Love and happiness ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But wait a minute, something's going wrong ♪
♪ Someone's on the phone ♪
♪ Three o'clock in the morning ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Talkin' about ♪
♪ How she can make it right, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Well, happiness is when ♪
♪ You really feel good about somebody ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There's nothing wrong ♪
♪ Being in love with someone ♪
♪ Yeah... ♪
Damn, this hoe heavy as heyell.
[Al Green] ♪ Oh, baby love and happiness ♪
[chorus] ♪ Love and happiness... ♪
Let me know when you wanna take Roulette
on another spin, baby.
[chorus] ♪ Love and happiness ♪
[Al Green] ♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
[bottles clattering]
♪ ♪
♪ Have to say ♪
[chorus] ♪ Love and happiness ♪
♪ ♪
[Al Green] ♪ Make you wanna dance ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Love and happiness ♪
♪ Heh, heh, love is ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Wait a minute ♪
♪ Love is ♪
♪ Heh, heh ♪
♪ Walkin' together ♪
♪ Heh, heh ♪
♪ Talkin' together ♪
♪ Say it one more, say ♪
♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Moan for love, say ♪
♪ Hmm ♪
♪ A moan for love ♪
♪ Hmm ♪