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(dramatic suspenseful music)

(spiritual ethereal music)

♪ I'm just here to say

♪ It's your grandpa

(dramatic upbeat music)

♪ Ah

♪ Yeah

♪ It's what that made me

♪ Mother fucker village

♪ Yeah, look what they did to me Mama

♪ They changed your son, treated me like a skunk,

♪ Spit me out like gum

♪ My response fuck the world two times

♪ Need God to wipe my soul like a fucking shoe shine

♪ I don't fuck with these lames

♪ You heard the pain in every lyric

♪ My heart been purr

♪ But they tampered with my spirit

♪ I boxing with Lucifer

♪ I'm not for the stupid stuff

♪ I feel like it's two of us

♪ What the fuck they gonna do with us

♪ Talk is cheap

♪ Gotta pay for these birds

♪ And when it's pressure smoke, shit

♪ Ain't never deferred

♪ Ride solo in the limbo for friends

♪ I need ammo

♪ I'm playing with these C notes

♪ But I never played piano

♪ Is truth for these balls

♪ Mix and leaves scars

♪ Get away from me nigga

(tense menacing music)

(crowd murmuring)

- Kilo, what the hell are y'all doing?

I said pick him up. That's it.

- That's what I did. I picked him up.

Hey man I'm so, I'm improvising baby.

Showing some initiative.

- [Crowd Member] Alright?

- Ah, since when the fuck we start

hanging niggas off of bridges.

- [Crowd Member] What the fuck is this?

- This you showing initiative?

- Hey man look, you have a nice baby family.

I grew up on New Jakes City

and since he headed up the bridge.

I was gonna to try that shit.

I couldn't physically do it,

so I got these niggas to do it.

See.

- [Crowd Member] Remember I forgot was wrong.

- Let him up.

(dramatic foreboding music)

- [Red shirt] Get off me man.

Hey, fuck.

Look man, I don't know what this...

I don't know what this is about.

You got the wrong dude man.

This is a mistake.

- See, the only mistake

is made by yourself.

Let see, I know you don't know me.

I'm not a patient man

and I hate waiting

for what I want.

- He really isn't patient man.

Like he trying to get ass without making this a law, bro.

It's fucked up too, man.

Uncle Charles still ain't the same bro.

Like for real.

- The other day,

I waited

for let's say about two hours

and I expected to get a product

that I sought after.

Now,

I know you can understand. (truck whooshing)

Time, is the most valuable asset that a man has, right?

So, after this lengthy and excruciating wait,

I didn't get what I came for

and somebody gonna have to run me that.

- Listen man,

I'm sorry you didn't get what you wanted

but you got the wrong dude.

- Oh so you playing stupid now.

You don't know what I'm talking about, motherfucker.

- Black, Black, look.

He's stupid for sure,

but I don't think he playing.

- Since you seem to be a little bit slow

with your recollection.

Let me help you out.

What is the most popular item on the menu,

where you work?

- Shit, nigga.

What? Sandwiches?

- Chicken sandwiches, motherfucker.

- (laughs) Pissed on yourself.

- Look man, I just work for Sailorman Chicken.

I can't help if, if we run out.

- You the manager of the motherfucker establishment,

are you not?

Isn't it your job

to make sure that you got the most popular

and highest grossing item in stock?

(vehicle whooshing)

Man, I waiting for up there about two hours.

Get up to the window.

Y'all gonna tell me you ain't got no more.

And somebody need to run my chicken sandwich.

- Look man, they not even that good.

- Hey, are you gonna lie?

- Hell ya.

(Kilo laughs)

- I had one you all.

They good as fuck.

- Nah, facts.

They all magically delicious.

And what kind of sauces it y'all put on them spices.

- (laughs) Man. So yeah,

what we do is we got that South American sauce, man.

Word is, that shit ain't even got on label on the bottle.

Fam. (hand slaps)

Gimme some. (laughs)

- Say what?

- Well, if you niggas is done,

I still need my chicken sandwich.

Apparently, I'm the only motherfucker that ain't had one.

- It's a nationwide outage bro.

Everybody's out.

- Man, guess I gotta kill you then.

Hopefully, the next manager

will be a little bit more responsible

(vehicles whooshing)

with his chicken distribution.

Kilo?

- Yo.

- Need the strap.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, hey.

I got some, okay?

(pistol cocking)

- (singing) It's so hard,

- I got the buns.

I got the chicken.

- (singing) to say goodbye.

- I got the sauce, man.

(laughing) Hey, I got the sauce, man.

Real quick.

I got the sauce.

(Kilo humming)

- I knew you was holding out.

(bus whooshing)

You look like old stingy ass nigga.

Kilo? (Kilo humming)

- Huh? (vehicles whooshing)

- Hey y'all,

grab him.

Help put him in the car?

- Hey, what you mean put me in the car?

Don't put, hey I got out the phone, bro.

(bus whooshing)

- Let's get the fuck off this bridge.

- Shit getting outta hand, Black.

You almost killed that brother man.

Over a sandwich. (vehicles whooshing)

A sandwich?

- Chicken sandwich, motherfucker.

Nah.

Yeah.

I done killed for less.

- All the shit going on in the world today, bro.

Racism, (vehicle whooshing)

police brutality, oppression, like come on man.

Black folks get chicken sandwich.

Feel you and all that, bro.

I tell you, my people, you ain't gonna lie.

- Oh Kilo.

- What's up?

- Kilo? (vehicles whooshing)

Didn't you go to Sailorman Chicken every day last week.

- Sure did, sure did.

Look man, that's not the point, okay.

You could help me off this motherfucker.

- Man, you know that's not... (vehicles whooshing)

Should be throwing you off the bridge.

- You can't throw me off the bridge, bro.

That ain't cool, man. - Try to make me bitch

about a chicken sandwich.

- You can't throw me off the bridge, bro.

Family, man.

Come on, man.

- You my aunt's son.

- [Kilo] What you gonna tell them when I don't come home?

Huh?

♪ You, me at the drop spot

♪ Black is high

♪ 400 degrees

♪ Said he need another bird

♪ I'm going to drop more in the breeze

♪ I like give you with my word

♪ You can take it

♪ You can leave

♪ We don't block, block

♪ Chop, chop

♪ Put a little squeeze

♪ Oh make them disappear I'm talking Machiavelli

♪ Mach

♪ It ain't even been an hour ain't he back already

♪ Oh my god

♪ At the drop spot

♪ Black is high

♪ 400 degrees at the drop spot

♪ Black is high

♪ 400 degrees

♪ Oh I need money in the power, power

♪ I'll it been respected

♪ You don't pay me what you owe me

♪ We gonna send your family message

♪ Might just hang you over bridges by your britches

♪ About my lettuce

♪ Out of my business

♪ Take this serious

♪ Make sure that you don't forget it

♪ Like say we don't

♪ There's no more

♪ How we do it is, how we do it is

♪ There's a bird down south

♪ Word of mouth that will ludicrous

♪ You gonna make a nigga push upon you for the foolishness

♪ Hell ado, put that pistol

♪ Love you

♪ That's my holy gift

♪ Please don't test my patience

♪ I hate waiting and I get crazy

♪ You gonna get your partner kidnapped

- [Announcer] Morning, Oak Cliff.

Wake your funky asses.

And tune in to Oak Cliff Bidness

with Brian Kelly and Kool Ray Jackson.

And fellas, if your day gets a little cloudy,

make it rain on them bitches.

- Good morning Oak Cliff.

Today we start the day off

with police needing your help locating a few suspects.

- Don't do it.

Snitches get stitches, baby.

- Police said the gang kidnapped the man

and held him over the bridge.

The victim is a manager at Sailorman's Chicken.

He said it was over the recent

chicken sandwich shortages that been affecting

the popular food chain around the nation.

- Damn.

- Terrible.

I know.

- Hell yeah.

Them chicken sandwich is fine.

I'm going by there after work to get one.

Can't believe they out again.

- Suspects are said to be African American,

armed and extremely hungry.

Please contact the police department

if you have any information.

- Oh, here we go.

- What now?

- I mean, why they gotta be African American?

So what?

You act like niggas are the only ones

that eat chicken sandwiches.

- They have witnesses that literally said

they were African American.

- Look here.

I don't like the tone you using when

you talk to me up in here, boy.

Don't make me whoop your ass.

- See I can't do this. (hand thuds)

I need a competent co-anchor.

- Competent?

Let's just ask your wife

who more competent in the bedroom?

Me. (jabbers)

(laughs) Or you Flush?

Yeah.

- I can't take this. (hands slapping)

- Be quiet, shit.

(footsteps running)

(television trilling)

(sleepers grumbling)

- Oh. (sheets rumbles)

- (snores) Oh.

- (jabbers) Wows on fire.

Oh my god, it's a fire!

- (snorts) Really.

- Bitch, it's a fire.

Girl, get your ass up.

It's some mothering fucking fire in here now.

- Oh my god, what we gonna to do?

- Get your shit, get your belongings.

Save yourself.

- Wait, how I'm supposed get home?

- I don't know. (doorknob rattles)

I gotta get the dishes out of the dishwasher.

- The dishwasher?

What the fuck?

- Damn that ass.

I see why.

- Get away from me.

How the hell I'm supposed to get home?

I don't see no damn fire.

- Look, hmm, look, see?

- Come on now.

- Here, here.

- Five dollars?

(door thuds)

(fist knocking)

- What the fuck am I going to do with this?

- Get a get a foot long, Eat Fresh.

(fist pounding)

(door opens and shuts)

- Motherfucker, open this goddamn door.

(fist pounding)

♪ Meet me at the drop spot

♪ Black is high

♪ 400 degrees

♪ Said he need another bird

♪ I'm drop more in the breeze

♪ I like give you is my word

♪ You can take it

♪ You can leave

♪ We don't block, block

♪ Chop, chop

♪ Put a little squeeze

♪ Oh, make them disappear

♪ I'm talking Machiavelli

♪ Mach ain't even

- (exhales sharply) Oh goddamn work.

Let me call this nigga JD, real quick.

(phone vibrating)

- What up Mike?

- Bro, remind me to never drink another day in my life.

- Nigga, what happened?

When I left, you seen fine.

- Man.

I stayed at the spot for like another two hours

drinking with Greg's ass.

Fucked around and got too lit

and took some ugly ass skia home, man.

- Ah shit.

Don't blame no alcohol or Jamie.

- Hey nigga, fuck you.

I thought I had a motherfucker gremlin in the bed.

I ain't even get the bitch no water.

(JD laughing)

But why is this funny to you?

- [JD] Every time you get too lit,

this is what happened.

You just need to accept the fact that

you like girls who look like their daddy in the face.

Alright, bitch.

She had a badass though, right?

- No.

Well, was kind of fat?

- I knew it. I knew it.

- [Mike]} You ain't know shit.

- I know you like nigga faces.

Hey look, I gotta get ready to go.

This lady, she'll be coming back in here

in a minute. (JD on phone)

So I'm gonna call you after the interview.

- Alright, bye.

- Hello, Jeremiah. (door rattling)

- Hey.

- Have some good news for you.

- Okay?

- Who'd like to thank you so much for coming out.

And we would like to move ahead with the drug screening.

- Right? Yes, no problem at all.

I can have that to you by tomorrow.

- Oh, no need, see we do all of our screening here.

All we need to do is just swab your mouth

and we'll have the results in no time.

- Excuse me.

So I don't, I don't leave and come back.

I do it right now, right now?

- Yeah, right now.

And if you're comfortable with it,

we can go ahead and take that sample

at this time.

- Okay.

So what happens if I don't feel comfortable right now?

- Okay. (pen slapping)

Then we would be unable to move forward

with this interview.

- I just know, (paper rustling)

you won't find (hand slamming)

better candidate than me!

(doorknob rattling)

(door thuds)

- Hiss!

(birds chirping)

- Ma'am, I'm gonna have you sit right there

so get comfy, I'll be right with you.

- Okay, thank you.

(door clicking)

- Hey best friend.

- Hey girl.

- You get my drink?

- Yeah, here you go. - Thanks girl.

(keys rattling)

- So how did the date go last night?

- It was going perfect until

his baby mama showed up to the restaurant.

- Girl, you lie?

- Ma'am, this is between me and my best friend.

Can you mind your business, please?

- (babbles) Okay.

- Girl, you lying.

- I wish I was.

She had her brother

and her kids with them.

- Hmm.

- Then they started to jump him.

That's when I had to go.

- Who? The baby mama and the brother?

- No, the kids.

- Na-huh.

See they had some bad kid shade going on in there.

- Hell yes.

Girl, I was so embarrassed.

I'm glad I got out of there without them noticing.

- See you need to stop dating online

and meet a brother the old fashioned way.

- That ain't no different.

At least online.

I can weed them out before we go on a date.

- What about Mike?

Y'all be flirting all the time

and you know you wanna give him some of that coochie.

(hand slapping)

Na-huh, she can't even hear me.

She got a headphones in.

- I mean,

it's not like I ain't been giving him hints or nothing.

But what else am I supposed to do

to get him to know I'm interested.

- You can do what I do.

- I am not trying to catch a case today.

- See that was one time, Egypt,

and I already did my community service for that.

And why you keep bringing that up?

But I'm not even talking about that.

I'm talking about just being more straightforward.

You know guys don't get the hint.

You know they stupid.

- I don't know about that stuff.

- See look, they're go Mike right there.

Go talk to him,

and be straightforward.

- Okay?

All right.

- And pop that coochie a little bit.

(door rattling)

- Hey Mike.

- Hey what up Asia?

How you doing today?

- I'm good.

Just tired, ready to go already.

How you doing?

- Shit, I'm better now.

- So you closing tonight?

- Nah, actually I'm gonna take my little man to the game.

- Oh yeah, that should be fun.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Well I have a good time for me.

I gotta do car stuff when I get off today.

- Man. That sucks. (hand slapping)

- I know.

- I actually, I go in here for

Mr. Jakes bring his old ass outside.

(Egypt laughing)

Look, why don't you come by later?

Maybe we can chop it up a little more.

I can show you that new little flavor

I've been working on, you know? Yeah.

- Alright. Well I'll see you later.

- Right?

- Bye.

- Damn, that girl fine.

- My man, Mike!

Hey, hey, hey.

How it go with old girl last night, huh?

- Bro, I ain't never drinking with your ass again man.

Why the hell you let me take that girl home bro?

(Greg laughing)

Hey, remind me to whoop your ass later.

- For why?

She was fine as hell.

- Nigga she looked like you.

- Ain't that a good thing?

- Hell no.

Mr. Jakes in?

- He's back there, in the back.

- Alright then.

- I'll hit that ass.

- Ooh wee, yeah, yeah, yeah.

She nice.

Ooh I spend all my money on that ass, right there.

- Hey Mr. Jake, what's up man?

(singing) Who came to work? I came to work.

(singing) You came to work when, we came to work?

What's up, man?

- Don't, what's up, me?

Where the hell you been?

- Mr. Jakes?

It's 10 o'clock.

This what time I'm supposed to be at work?

- No correction.

It is 10:01 and 40 seconds after that.

So therefore you was one minute and 40 seconds late.

Come on Mike.

You know my policy.

To be early, is to be on time.

To be on time, is to be late

and to be late, that's your ass.

- Look, you right Mr. Jakes.

I apologize.

I just came in here to remind you that

I'm going to be taking my son to the basketball game.

You know I gotta take him to see Luca.

- Early?

- Yeah.

- You leaving early?

- Yeah,

- The boy coming here late

and now he wanna leave early.

What is it with this generation, son?

Listen, when I was seven years old

I had three full time jobs

and a paper route

and I was never late to nah one of them.

I remember Mike, but listen,

I'm expecting a package to come today

and it's these new Egyptian cotton glasses.

- Egyptian cotton glasses.

Man, what? - Yeah

- Mr. Jakes where you get them from?

It sound like somebody done got you man.

- Boy I'm gonna get your ass.

- Huh? No, look,

that's one of them times

where you gotta say no home after

some shit like that, Mr. Jakes.

- Mike, just make sure you receive my package son.

And do you remember my other policy?

- What other policy? - Huh?

You break my glasses

and I'm gonna break my foot all up in your ass.

That policy.

- Man, Mr. Jakes, what the hell is up

with you in ass today, man?

You on an ass spree or something?

It's like no ass is safe around you today.

- Mike, just get the work, son.

- Alright.

- (exhales sharply) God!

- Who wanna eat now.

(babbles) Two socks too.

You feeling all right today?

- What'd you say?

- Nothing.

- Man, I'm telling you J told me

they had that nigga hanging over a bridge.

- Over a chicken sandwich though.

- Oh you must of had one.

- Hell no, nigga. I'm vegan.

- Nigga, who vegan?

- I'm vegan.

- Boy, hell no, your ass be eating any and everything.

- Man, whatever.

Who's just pulling up though?

- Oh I don't know.

(car idling)

- [OG Dub] Hey, we here to see Big Black.

- Alrighty, and you are?

- [OG Dub] Tell him OG Dub.

- Alright, give me a minute.

(sinister dramatic music)

- Alright, I ain't gonna lie.

Chicken sandwich was good to the motherfucker.

- To the South America sauce, man.

- Hey you might be right.

- Hey hmm, Black.

- What's up?

- Security said someone about looking for you.

- Who is it?

- I dunno, some dude named OG Dub.

- Oh shit, that's the homie tell to let him in.

- All right, security, let him in.

(sinister dramatic music)

- (laughing) Hold up, come on on Black.

For real man.

This right here, this OG Dub.

You like, OG Grandpa, man, come on.

For real dog, like for real.

Who's the game banger we make back in the day, huh?

The Disciples? Huh?

Come on man, who y'all playing with man?

- Hold up, OG. (pistols cocking)

Let me pop this nigga, man.

- [OG Dub] Nah, I'm OG Dub, homie.

- Oh.

Oh, you OG Dub.

- Right.

(sinister dramatic music)

Y'all put the guns down.

- Come on OG.

Let me shoot this nigga.

You all don't never let me get to shoot nobody.

- You going to say that after the shit you got us into.

- Apologies for my auntie's son, OG.

He don't know who you are.

- I see.

You know, usually I break legs when people

disrespect me or my crew.

But seeing that you ain't got much room

for something like that, (crew laughing)

I guess I'm gonna let you make it, Short Bus.

- What can I do for you OG?

- Look, Black.

I got a very important client

that I need a package delivered to.

Now, I know you see I got this crew for all that,

but right now, we got a little heat on us.

And I don't really wanna take that risk

with Blue Eyes watching me right now.

- Good, everything cool?

- Yeah. (laughs)

Just Lil Do Bad, being Lil Do Bad.

The motherfucker shot a stripper

in the ass a couple weeks ago.

- (laughing) Fucking Charles all over again is what I see.

- What the fuck he shot a stripper for?

- That bitch took a bite on my

Sailorman chicken sandwich.

- You need a hug.

- Fuck that bitch.

- [Black] Down man.

I can completely understand, bro.

- Hell yeah.

Them all good as fuck.

- Hell yeah, there all good motherfucker.

I wanna know what kind of sauce they put on

the spicy ones though.

- It's the South American sauce, nigga.

- South American sauce?

- Word.

- You motherfuckers need a little more time

to finish playing the guess ingredient game.

Shit.

Look Black.

I need this done as soon as possible man.

Alright.

The address is on this paper right here.

- Alright.

Say less, OG.

Listen Black, don't fuck this up.

You do this for me,

and we good on that thing you owe me.

- Alright?

Cool.

- Cool.

- Make sure it gets handle.

- Alright, alright, alright.

- Shut yours.

Let's roll y'all.

- I don't trust that nigga, Black.

Got to watch him.

You had that nigga that broke Marcus sister's legs

and you got served.

I ain't with that.

- Shut up, Kilo.

- Just saying.

Black, come on man.

Let me make that drop for you.

Come on, come on let me do it man.

- Kilo, you just almost got shot a second ago.

- Man, that don't mean nothing man.

Come on.

- Nah man. I'm gonna have J or E do this one, man.

- Black.

Guess I got prove myself when you gone, right?

Come on, I can do this man.

I'm more than just getting guards and food.

I can make the drop man, come on.

- Half the time you fuck that up Kilo.

Nah, I'm gonna let one of them do this bro.

- Black.

I can do this man.

Trust me. (chest pounding)

Believe in me, I can do this bro.

I can drop it up, come right back.

It's nothing.

- Man, go ahead and let him make the drop.

Boy over here looks sad as hell.

Besides, just a package drop.

- Alright, Kilo, listen.

I'm going to let you make the drop, alright.

- I did it.

- Take this package.

- Take the package, right on. (crutches clanging)

- Address.

- Address, okay?

- Take the package to the address.

- To the address.

- Drop it off.

- I can do that.

- [Black] Come right back.

- Come right back.

Ain't saying nothing but a word, man.

- Alright? - Can do that.

That's what I do. Baby's what I do.

I drop things off. I come right back man.

I'm trying to tell you man.

Watch, after this,

you can be calling me

Kilo drop stuff off and come right back.

This is what I do man.

I got you ain't got worried about that.

You...

(crutches podding)

I forgot my piece. (pistol clanging)

Shit might pop off.

You never know but no, you gotta get that.

You believe that. You what I'm saying?

But I got you though, bro. I'm coming right back.

- Boy you are already making me regret this shit.

(bell ringing)

- Okay.

(items knocking)

- Excuse me. (hand banging)

Can I get some help?

- Hey hold on man.

I'll be right with you, sir.

- Is your niggas gonna keep talking?

Is y'all gonna be have some assist today?

I'm, I'm. (workers laughing)

- How can I help you sir?

- Wait a minute nigga.

Let me look at the menu.

- All right, I'm ready.

Matter of fact,

let's talk to the manager. (hand banging)

Let's do that.

'Cause this is a lot of chatter

and I don't like it. (workers laughing)

- I am the manager, sir.

- Okay, well y'all really fucked then.

Because if you the nigga running shit,

y'all not gonna be here long at all.

Matter of fact, I'm surprised y'all still open.

What is that stench here? (workers sniffing)

- I don't smell nothing.

- What is that smell?

You don't smell that.

- Greg, you farted. - Earlier?

- What does smell like?

- Unemployment, nigga.

Both you niggas is getting fired today.

This stupid ass daiquiri shop.

I ain't coming back either.

(bell ringing)

- Better pick that thing out of here.

- Blows.

- What you want man?

- (singing) Let me get that, (fingers snapping)

Red Bird.

(singing) I believe I can fly.

- Bro, my patience is really running thin with you man.

Every day you come in here asking for

sample, after sample, after sample.

Didn't you come in here yesterday for a sample?

- I don't care if your patience

was as thick as Fantasia bottom lip.

- Damn. - Let me get that,

(singing) Red Bird.

- See this where you got me fucked up.

Either you going buy daiquiri or

you get your ass up out of here, man.

Mark Henry.

- Paying customer.

- Bro, you ain't paid for nothing.

- Every day I come in here, you on this shit, man.

Where the owner at?

You on this shit every day.

Are you over the samples or something?

- Yeah.

See there you go right there, uh-huh.

- Remember Mike, the customer's always right.

- [Mike] What? (customer laughing)

Son of a bitch.

Hey Mr. Jakes, where you going?

Hold on, man, hold on.

Where you going and why you got this hat on,

like somebody been chewing on it, man.

- Listen, not that's any of your business dude

but I got this little fly honey coming in from Chicago

and I got to hit that.

Mr. Bang, Bang.

- No, no, hold on.

Remember I was supposed to be leaving early.

I gotta take my son to the game.

Basketball, Luca.

- Oh yeah, I remember that.

But things change.

- Huh?

- And I'm gonna need for you to lock up.

Alright, cool.

- Nah, no, no, hold on.

Why can't Greg do it?

- Ah, no.

Greg is slow. (sneakers squeaking)

Boy short bus certified, man, no.

Listen, don't ever mix The Keith,

Hennessy and cocaine.

Ooh wee, man.

I got three women pregnant that night

and guess what?

Greg is the smartest one.

- Man.

- Listen, I hate to disappoint you man,

but this is the advantage of being the boss man, hmm.

You delegate.

And when you open up your business,

you understand?

Alright, gotta go. (back slapping)

- No, no, no, no, Mr. Jakes, Mr. Jakes.

Don't go to Mr. Jakes.

- (blows kisses) Bye Daddy.

Boy what I tell you about

calling me that in the public?

- (singing) Can I get that Red Bird, now?

- Yeah I got a flavor for you bro.

It's called whoop your ass.

You still want it?

- Man, I ain't never coming back

to this motherfucker no more.

A million daiquiri shops in Texas.

- Say well go on down there,

let them fuck your daiquiri up then,

♪ Play the game

♪ Just how we go

♪ Gotta be cautious

♪ Stay on your toe

♪ Toe ain't official but stay with that pool

♪ They digging my nigga, must even the score

♪ I'm in the trap, breaking them bull

♪ Shit show the chicken you whipping the door

♪ Just got that yap to be in the school

♪ And stay rock and white like I'm a fool

♪ I play the game just how we go

♪ Gotta be cautious

- Alright Mike, I'm a...

- Get your slow ass up out of here man.

- Didn't we share a bus together?

Nah. - Nah.

- What's up, my guy?

- What's going on bro?

- Man I got there work from OG Dubs.

- From who?

- OG Dubs, that work. (crutch thuds)

- Ah, what kind of company name is that, bro?

Don't even worry about it man, (hand thuds)

Mr. Jakes is hookup, shit.

Where sign for that?

- Sign for it.

Y'all sign for the work around here.

- Ain't that how you handle business, bro.

- Say everybody, no paper trail or nothing.

Y'all just don't give a damn.

- Hell no.

I don't even like T I, like that.

Hey, hey, just leave a bag right there bro.

- I'm saying though.

Can the brother get thank you for the handicap?

Oh Asia, hold on baby.

Hold up. (hand clapping)

Where you going?

I thought you gonna come by the shop today.

- I'm sorry Mike.

We just got so busy I didn't get to stop by

like I wanted to.

- It's cool.

Now that you got a few minutes though, you come on in.

Let me get you that daiquiri for the road.

- I would, but I gotta go across town

and get to the registration place before they close.

- Okay, well look,

I ain't gonna hold you up

but I did wanna holler you for a minute.

- Okay, what's up?

- (exhales sharply) So you know we've been

flirting back and forth.

You know, you like me, I might like you.

- Oh you might like me.

- (laughs) I mean you got a little booty on you or whatever.

- (laughs) So you just like my booty, huh?

- Yep, just your booty.

- (laughs) I mean.

- Nah, but for real though,

I'm trying to see if, you know,

we can hook up, hang out,

get to know each other a little better.

- You might have to set something like that up.

I didn't think you was ever gonna ask me.

I was just telling Stephanie I didn't know what else to do

to get you to see that I was interested.

I mean just, just a little bit.

- Oh, just a little bit, huh?

- Yeah.

- (laughs) Well look, I'm gonna put your number in my phone.

You know what I'm saying?

You ain't doing nothing tonight.

Maybe we can let go. (hands claps)

- Well I'm supposed to be hanging out with Stephanie tonight

but maybe if you got a friend,

y'all can come through and chill with us.

- Oh yeah?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah I'm gonna hit you later on then.

- Or you can wait another two months.

- Oh, you got jokes, huh?

Okay look, I'm gonna call you tonight though.

Hey this better be the right number too.

- Bye.

- Alright. (door shuts)

- Let's see these Egyptian cotton glasses he talking about.

(zipper opening)

Oh shit!

I know this ain't right.

(zipper closing)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I know this ain't what I think it is.

Wait let me look again. (zipper opening)

I know this.

Yeah, these ain't no damn Egyptian cotton glasses.

(zipper closing)

Damn Mr. Jakes got me on

some mean old brown shit. (hands slapping)

- (exhales sharply) Man,

nigga you can't forget the bag.

(bag grabbing)

(birds chirping)

(television murmuring)

(door knocking)

(door pounding)

- Hey alright man, goddamn wait, wait, alright.

- Damn.

- I thought it was the damn police.

You know where you at?

- Oh, what the hell took you so long, man?

- The hell wrong with you?

- Bro.

Snow White came to visit me today man.

- Snow White.

- Mm-hmm.

- Let me guess.

She had Sneezy them with her too.

Are you high as hell?

Get out of my damn house.

- Man, no, nigga, no.

No, no.

The white bitch done fell in my lap, man.

(backpack thuds)

- You mean to tell me,

you had some white bitches and didn't call me.

I love snow bunnies.

Ever since high school, bro.

Especially the rich ones.

- My momma always said

to get some better friends, man.

Hell no, JD, listen bro,

this dude came in the shop today, man.

With the sticks.

- With the stick.

- With the sticks.

- Saw him with the stick.

- Man, got my stick in the car, my nigga.

Hey I watch the nigga down.

- No, no, no, no. (JD rambling)

Hey will you listen!

This nigga, he was really on some

Forest Gump type shit, bro.

Like for real, nigga.

- Forest Gump?

And he brought you the white bitches?

- Yes bro.

- So one of them name got to be Jenny.

Jenny, Lieutenant Dan...

- Bro, would you shut the fuck up.

JD listen man, he came in here

and gave me this bag right here, bro.

- A bag?

Why the hell will he give you a book bag, Mike?

(Mike laughing)

- Maybe he got tired of school or something man.

Would you look in the damn bag?

Damn.

(zipper opening)

- Oh, oh, these white bitches.

- Them white bitches.

- Oh shit, there's like two kilos.

We can flip these hoes.

- Oh, put that shit back man.

Zip that shit up.

- Alight, alright.

- I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do man.

I went outside real quick, came back,

the nigga was gone, man.

He was moving fast with the legs, man.

- Hey, fuck that nigga with the sticks, alright.

Look, this a come up.

- Nigga, do I look like Franklin Saint to you?

I can't sale this shit, man.

Who's ever drugs these is.

They gonna come looking for it, man.

Then I'm in trouble.

You in trouble.

Nigga, we all in trouble.

- No, nah, no.

I don't see it like that, alright.

How I see it as, another man lost.

It's two broke niggas treasured, right?

Look this a circle of life, my G.

Just shit right here.

- Circle of life, man.

Who the fuck are you JD, Mufasa?

- More like Simba.

- JD, man.

- Alright, look, alright.

I got this cousin.

He fuck with the white bitches (backpack tapping)

and if he can't help us,

My partner from H-town in the city today

and I know he can take these hoes off our hands, bro.

- Say H-town?

- Houston, Texas, man.

Let's get this bag.

- Let me think about this shit.

(JD humming Jeopardy Final Theme)

- Go call him, bro.

- My guy, my guy, I hid my phone

when hoes was up here.

Let me call him up, let me call him.

Yeah buddy.

White girls.

- He better help a nigga out.

- You know that song, BET?

♪ Go into my world

Duke, yep.

Hey gotta talk to you about something.

♪ Got the recipe to cook a dollar out my words

♪ They say hold my beat and gather me and

- So Martini is working with me now.

Pure shit city.

(upbeat background music)

♪ I'm from Texas sir

(head thuds)

- Well motherfucker, did you make the drop?

- Yes, I did.

Took it right to the address.

- Well what took you so long?

I almost sent E looking for you.

- Man, can you believe it?

I got attacked about some damn dogs, bro.

I had to hide out at the sex shop.

- A sex shop, Kilo?

- I ain't had no choice man.

There was blood on my ass, okay?

- Please tell me they had them new $6 in there.

- So you like robo bitches.

- Don't judge me, bro.

Don't do that.

- Just saying.

- So did everything go smooth with the drop?

- Everything went smooth, man.

It was, when I got there that was acting crazy.

Like something I signed for it and all that duh.

I got up outta there, okay?

All I know is, they posts over there.

Is going to get arrested.

Going to deep.

- Hey listen that ain't none of my concern.

As long as you made the drop.

You know what?

Let's say as much.

But I doubted you, Kilo.

- Yes you did!

- Yeah, but you handled that. ♪ Take a break, get away

I appreciate that.

- Nothing.

- Hey yo Black.

OG Dub here again man.

- What the fuck?

Did the nigga leave some?

- Let him in.

- Alright, you bet.

(pistol cocking)

- Bet that's what I'm hitting it with.

- OG, just about to call you.

My man's made that drop for you.

- Black, let me ask you a question.

Do I look like a man that comes back to the same place

twice in one day?

Lil Do Bad.

- What say?

- Have you ever seen me come back to the

same place twice in one day?

- Never OG.

- Right?

- So Black, you gotta ask yourself a question.

Why is that?

- I'm confused, OG.

What's going on?

- (laughs) He confused.

I'll tell you what Black.

Let me cut some stuff up for ya.

- Oh again with the guns.

- Look, I don't know what type of shit

you trying to pull

but my name Big Black,

not Big Bitch.

You know I got the numbers.

- (laughs) You think I'm worried about

your little punk ass security?

I got niggas on them already.

(birds chirping)

Now you said you made the drop, right?

- Right.

- My people say ain't nothing came in.

So either you playing with me or they is.

- Kilo.

- Huh?

- Where did you drop the package out?

- Man, I stepped off.

- Oh, fuck I know you didn't let

this little short bus nigga take the package.

- I'm sorry.

- I told you how important this package was.

And you gonna send this nigga.

Man I should shoot everybody in this motherfucker.

- Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

- Why you so eager to shoot somebody?

- Kilo?

Where did you take the fucking package?

- Man, I took you to the address you gave me, bro.

2509 Cranberry Street.

- Kilo, look at that.

That says 2905 Cranberry Street.

- Sure do.

- Motherfucker is you dyslexic or something?

- No, I grew out of that.

- Grew out of?

- Yes.

- Listen, I don't give a fuck if he can talk,

spell, sing, dance, hop.

Whatever the fuck it is.

Black, you gonna get this shit right

by the end of the day.

- Listen OG.

It's my word.

I'm gonna get this handled.

- Oh I know you are.

'Cause see, I'm gonna leave Lil Do Bad here.

And if for any reason, you don't.

Well Lil Do Bad,

gonna do bad.

Now keep me posted, Do.

- Indeed, I got you.

I just cleaned my gun too.

- [Kilo] Not looking at me when you say that.

- Kilo, where did your special ass drop the package off at?

- I'm be right drop about that, alright.

I remember.

I feel get it now.

I got you, I'm going get it.

- Oh you better

or them sticks is going to have to

find them a new home.

- That's cold, B.

(crutches clinking)

- So man, you said that sauce from South America?

- Yeah, yo man, Chili I heard.

- That shit good. (crutches clanking)

- Yeah, forgot the piece.

- What's up with your man's, though?

- He's not good with guns.

- Shit, I see?

- Yeah

- Dog, I told you not to let him make the drop fool.

- You didn't tell me nothing.

(birds chirping)

- Who's house is this bro?

- My cousin house, bro.

I told you.

- Look like my grandma's house.

- Shut up now.

- It do.

- [Intercom] Who is it?

- It's me.

- [Intercom] Who the fuck is me?

- JD, cousin.

- And his friend Mike.

- Oh.

- [Intercom] Who the fuck is Mike?

Alright, I'll tell you what bro.

If you really my cousin,

name one of my uncles,

from my mama's side.

- Uncle Naked Head.

- [Intercom] Oh damn, okay.

Yeah, yeah.

- You got an uncle Naked Head?

- [Intercom] Come on though man.

- Oh.

(door creaking)

- [Alarm System] Front door.

- I know this door. (door thuds)

Yep, just like my grandma's house.

- I mean shut up, hey, hey, hey.

Hold on.

Brace yourself.

My cousin thinks he's Ghost.

Just watch how you talk to him, okay?

- Like he think he a ghost.

Like a real ghost.

Man, what kinda Scooby Doo shit your cousin on, JD.

♪ Scooby, Scooby Doo

♪ Were are you

- Shut up, bro.

I'm for real.

Ever since nigga seen the first season of Power,

he been Wilding.

He changed his name and everything.

Either call James or Ghost, nothing more.

- And this where you brought me to JD?

To get this shit off, man.

- Do you want this off or not?

- Come on man.

Take me to your cousin, man.

Mr. Ghost or whatever you...

- Oh, James or James.

- Mr. Ghost or James or Jamie or.

- (singing) They say this is a big rich town.

Yeah, yeah.

(throat clearing)

Yep.

- What in the hell was that shit?

- It's him.

- Hmm, you know I don't fuck with Trey Songz like that.

- You should of told me that shit.

- I tried to.

- You gonna sing that shit.

You're going to like Joe singing.

Go ahead.

- You know what, you right.

I like that version better.

- Right.

- One, two, three. (fingers snapping)

♪ They say this is a big rich town, huh

♪ Yeah, I just come...

- Man you play too much man. (hand and back slapping)

- What's going on? Right?

- Hey, hey this is my boy Mike.

- Hey, how you doing Mr. Ghost?

- Just Ghost, nigga.

- Ghost.

- Thanks baby.

Always on time.

Fellas, I'd like you guys to meet my lady Angela.

- Nigga I told you my name ain't no motherfucking, Angela.

It's Jessica.

- Excuse me, y'all.

What the hell did we go over?

- And I told you I'm not gonna be no Angela.

Even if you're walking around here

thinking your motherfucking Ghost.

- (whispers) It's a script.

Go!

Sorry about that fellas.

So you still interested in working in the club

for your boy, 'cuz?

- Man, look, I told you

I'm not shaking my ass in no club, alright.

But look, I came over here to talk to you

about some white bitches.

- (whispers) Nigga, no.

- I wish you would fuck around with some white bitches.

I'll turn his ass into a real ghost in his bitch.

- Come on cousin. I can't fucking no white bitches, man.

You gonna say that shit around here, for real.

- Come on.

- Here you go again white bitches.

Listen, Mr. Ghost.

- Just Ghost, nigga.

- Okay Ghost.

I came across these right here.

(glass clanking) (hand claps)

Just trying to see if, you know,

that could help us get these off our hands?

- Yep. (zipper opening)

- Oh, you talking about these white bitches?

- Yeah, those white bitches.

- You know what man,

I'm out the game bro.

- What? - What?

What you mean, man, you with the guy.

- Bro, I knew you couldn't

teach me the motherfucking game Ghost.

What time we at?

- Say what motherfucker time. - Whoa!

- Shit just got real. - Shh, shh.

- I'm, I'm not... - Whoa!

- Say it to me one more time.

- Hey James, James, - I'm not Mr. Fitzpatrick.

- Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Calm down, baby, calm down.

- I just be playing some time man.

It's a bit too much.

- Calm down, calm down.

- I just be playing sometimes, man.

- He just be playing, man. - Too much.

- Too much crazy bro.

- Sorry man.

I was watching episode five last night.

Got carried away, alright.

Tell y'all what, y'all gonna move this shit.

Make sure y'all be smart about it, alright?

- Alright. - Alright.

- Chances are it belong to somebody local around here.

We ain't got time to get caught up, alright.

So just, just play it safe.

- Great.

What the fuck is going on here?

- What the hell are you doing here, woman?

- Oh, so that's why you couldn't

pick Jody up from daycare?

Because you Mr. Ghost shit, again.

- Yeah, (laughs) this must be Tasha.

- Yeah, this is Tasha.

- No, I ain't no motherfucking Tasha.

This ain't no motherfucking Angela.

He's for damn sure ain't no motherfucking Ghost

but I can turn that ass into one.

- Great minds.

- Carla, why you doing this shit right now?

Ain't hurt nobody, man, like damn.

You know I do this shit every week here.

You know that shit.

- All right, look.

We gonna head out here,

'cause y'all got a lot of drama going on.

We'll talk to you later, alright.

- Hey JD. Man.

- Hold up.

- If you get in trouble,

call me, alright?

- Right, I'm gonna call you,

'Lil Kim and Amanda Perez

See y'all later.

- Talking about call me if he need me.

Nigga, you the one gonna need somebody

up in here acting like a fake ass Ghost.

And (laughs) Jessica,

I'm gonna beat your ass.

- You ain't gonna do shit.

- I told you to stop edging this shit on.

- Go feed Tyre! - Shit.

- How about that?

That ain't his name, nigga.

- It's not?

- Hey your cousin don't need no help bro?

- Hell nah.

I mean those bitches is fine but he on his own.

- You right.

- Anyways, what you about to get into?

- I gotta go over with my baby mama, man.

Explain why I couldn't take little man

out there to the game, bro.

She probably gonna bust me in my shit.

- Yeah, she gonna bust you in your shit, bro.

Good luck with that fam.

(lip smacking)

'Cause I know she got the left-right combination.

- What?

- Yeah, I remember in high school

she beat up five bitches.

- Boy.

- They started calling her Iron Mike after that.

- Bro, and the crazy thing about it was

they was trying to jump her.

- Hey bro, you need me to go with you?

- Nah, I can defend myself.

- All right bet.

Just keep that left up,

Weave. - Yeah.

- Keep your vision.

Chin down, chin down, alright shit.

But anyways, you still hit my boy from the H.

He get the hoes off of us.

- Nah man, your cousin was right, man.

I need to get this shit back

whoever it belonged to.

But in the meantime,

I need you to hold this for me.

I need to slide by my baby mama crib, you know,

work things out and later on, you know,

come back and get it from ya, alright?

- Alright, I can do that.

- JD.

- Huh?

- Don't fuck this up, man.

- I'm not, dog. I got this.

- For real. - I got this.

- Damn, I know how you be.

- I got bricks on my back, got bricks on my back.

- Woo wee, girl, you know you thicker than a Snicker too.

- Melt in your mouth and not in your hands.

- Yes, yes, yes.

You know when I get off them daiquiri's,

I'm gonna break that back.

- (laughs) You're so crazy.

You still have my favorite right?

- You know it, you can have whatever you like.

- Oh yeah.

- Excuse me sir.

- Oh, that's your husband?

- No.

- Ah, sir, we're closed.

- My name is Key, ah, Kevin of the Dallas Police Department.

I wanna ask you a couple questions

about a robbery that occurred the other day.

- Baby, step in my office for a minute.

- (whispers) Yeah, okay.

- Let me take care of this.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Ooh, she nice, hmm.

- Nice. Real nice. - Hmm, yeah.

So you with the DPD, huh?

- Yes I am.

- Hmm, I see you with the special unit, huh?

Well equal opportunity boy.

They going too far with that ain't they?

- I'm undercover, dammit.

- Oh, I see.

Club of Disguise.

- Yeah, what can I say?

I get my Denzel on, you know what I'm saying.

Anyway, look man, you know anything about

a robbery that happened here today?

- No, my employee Mike, he was here.

I stepped out. (hands claps)

- Mike, you won't have a picture, would you?

- Yeah, right here. - Let me see that.

- Yeah, he was employee of the month.

- Yeah, okay, man.

- Why you like and subscribe and follow us man,

on all social media platforms.

- Yeah, fuck all that. - Excuse me.

- My bad, (laughs) I'm sorry.

Look, this case got me a little stressed out, man.

You know how it is,

- (laughs) Yeah. - You know respect,

but you have a contact number for Mike, would ya?

- Yeah.

- I get in touch with him.

You know it's pretty standard out here, you know?

- Yeah I do. - Pick up for, yeah.

- Yeah, it's in my office.

Let me go get that.

- All right, no problem.

(birds chirping)

(door knocking)

- Hey, ah.

(singing) Need to have a word with you.

(door slamming)

Yo Terri.

(door knocking)

Come on man, I was just playing here.

(door knocking)

Hi, hey, what up my boy? (door squeaking)

Mike Jr.? (door squeaking)

- What do you want Michael?

- Man, I'm just here to see my son, man, that's it.

- Well Michael,

you've had scheduled time to talk to him

all day if you wanted to,

but your timing is a little off,

'cause you about what,

five or six hours late?

- Look, Mr. Jakes had me close today at the shop, man.

Then some bullshit that happened man.

And it was outta my control man.

It ain't my fault.

- It ain't never your fault Mike.

Do you know that boy cried for an hour today?

He didn't even wanna watch the game on TV.

- Listen, I understand that.

That's why I'm saying let me talk to him

so I can explain some things.

- Why? So you can lie.

- No.

- Tell another promise that you about to break.

- No,

- Look, this game

was supposed to be you making up

for missing his birthday party last month, Mike.

I'm not about to let you keep disappointed him like that.

- And I don't really want to argue with you man.

All I came over here to do was talk to my son man,

can I do that please?

- No, MJ don't wanna see you right now.

- (mumbles) Sure.

- Plus I need to talk to you anyway.

- Talk to me about what?

- Well my fiance, Brandon.

Yeah, he just got a job offer in California

so we might be moving soon.

- Moving?

- Mm-hmm.

- Terri, you not about to move outta state with my son man.

Now you can move out

and then let me take care of Mike Jr.

- You?

- Yeah.

- Let you take care of him.

- Yeah.

- (laughs) Boy please.

You can't take care of him.

You ain't got no money and you barely got a job.

- Hold on man, Terri, I'm gonna take care of that.

- Alright.

- And boys need a father in they life man.

Especially with the shit going on today.

- You know what, you are absolutely right.

- Thank you.

- And guess what?

Brandon is a great role model for Mike Jr.

- I ain't going to let another nigga

take care of my son, man.

You really on some goofy shit.

- You know what, look,

we don't gotta talk about this right now.

It's not set in stone.

I just wanted to let you know

but I have to get back to Mike Jr.

So you can see yourself out.

- Goddamn.

Fuck.

Call JD, man.

Come on.

Yo JD.

Hey, call your boy from H-town, man.

Fuck whoever drugs these is man.

Let's get this money bro.

Bye.

♪ We been taking chances after chances

♪ Ready to risk it

♪ Laughing to the bank, ass safe

♪ Ready to hit it

♪ All I know is flip it

♪ What's the play with the ticket

♪ All I know is get it every day

♪ Hit the lift, lift, lift, lift lift, lift

♪ Made a lick it

♪ Try to make me

- So you telling me Larry Bird was

the coldest white boy to ever play the game?

- Most definitely.

That white boy was a bad motherfucker.

Now, you tell me who you think harder than him?

- Um, dirt.

He took the mask to the ship

against LeBron then Wade and won that bit.

- Yeah man they even took out Kobinator.

- Kobe, why?

- Ah, Kilo?

- What's that?

- I don't see no package, so.

Why the fuck are you back here?

- Man, the package wasn't there anymore.

But, but with your angry ass,

I did get the others who got it,

you know what I'm saying?

I even know where his baby mama stay at.

- Oh shit, let's go pay a visit.

- Let's go.

- You know Big Black love the kids.

(glasses clanking) (pistols cocking)

- (inhales deeply) JD?

- Huh?

Is there anything you wanna tell me

about this nigga man before we meet him?

- Nah.

- Does he think he Denzel Washington "Training Day"?

Is he gonna tell me you want to go to jail

or you want to go home?

- No bro, he just a regular person.

- All right bro, shit, we need to get this shit done man.

Terri trying to take my son to Cali bro.

- Oh shit, for real?

- Yeah.

- Well damn, let's go in there

and get this money then, man.

(vehicle chiming)

(percussive electronic music)

- Damn, that nigga strong.

- What y'all niggas want?

- Damn, we came to see Dre.

- Who are you?

- Tell him it's JD.

- Man, Dre don't know no JD.

- (mocking voice) Man, Dre don't know no JD.

You know everybody he know.

I ain't think so.

Man, tell him I was at the party.

The one with the midgets, stripper, magician.

- Nigga, which one the first or the second?

- Nigga, both.

I ain't gonna miss that shit.

- Wait right here.

- All right.

- Man, what kind of freaky ass shit you on?

- Man, I gotta tell you about that another time.

- Boy, I knew you like that weird kinky shit.

- I see them midgs I'm talking about.

- What the fuck?

- Alright. Come on.

- (mocking voice) Alright. Come on.

I like bitches.

- Tell her I need my money on time, alright?

Okay.

I talk to you later.

Alright, bye-bye.

(door slamming)

My fine fellas.

I was talking to my granny.

JD, what's going on, bro?

- Hey baby. (hands slapping)

(fingers snapping)

- Did your mama get that money I sent there?

- She sure did man.

And tell granny, I said 'hey' next time.

- I got ya, I got ya.

- Hey, this is my bro, Mike.

- What's up bro?

- (tsk-tsks) I heard your mama sucked good dick, dick.

Slobber gobber.(tsk-tsks)

What's up with it, bro?

- Yo, what the fuck?

- Hey chill.

- JD, I asked you in the car,

was there anything that I need to know?

- You did.

- Hmm.

- Look, hold on.

What can I do for y'all?

- (laughing) So we gonna act like that,

he ain't just say that shit to me?

- Alright, would you just relax?

I got this. - Alright.

(hands thumping)

- Came to talk to you about some white...

- JD?

Don't say nothing else about no motherfucking white bitches.

- I'm just trying to be a drug dealer.

- Look man, (backpack thuds)

came to see if you can buy this from us.

(zipper opening)

- (tsk-tsks) Oh, them boys got them white only pies.

White only pies. (tsk-tsks)

Hey man, I think I could help y'all with this bro.

But only if it's some pressure though.

- Alright.

(drawer opening)

- Hold on real quick. Hey Big Boy.

Hey come try some shit for me right quick.

Yeah and your fat ass ate all my cookies too.

Just to remind me to slap me in the back of your neck.

(finger slurping)

What do you think about?

- That's fresh for show?

- Okay.

- This gotta be a joke.

I you can't be serious, JD.

Terri put you up to this?

- Nope.

- Hey JD, what's wrong with you man?

- He done that K2 back in the day.

- What? - Smoking that potpourri.

- (laughs) So I'm the nigga on drugs.

Alright bro, I got it. Okay.

- Alright look, look.

How much do y'all want for this?

- 4,000. - 50,000.

- (tsk-tsks) You the dog, motherfucker.

You the dog. (tsk-tsks)

- Man, y'all better go file out some crates with that shit.

I give y'all 20,000 right now.

- Deal. (hand slapping)

- What?

- I told you you got nothing to worry about.

- Hmm, boy go give him the money man.

- All ones baby. (hands rubbing)

(door squeaking)

(fridge opening) (glass clicking)

- Nothing.

(fridge closing)

(channel flipping)

- Pick a channel, bro.

- Man, they ain't got shit to eat in this motherfucker.

- Why you always hungry?

- Fuck you.

- You just ate.

(door squeaking)

- Mike did ya leave the door open.

What the fuck?

Um, who the fuck are y'all

and how did the hell did you get in my house?

- Ma'am, where do you keep the snacks?

- I think she's little bit more concern

about what's going on right here,

than feeding your face.

I'm just saying.

- You must be Terri

and that handsome little boy must be Mike Jr.

- Who wants to know?

- Oh excuse me, where are my manners?

I'm Big Black, these are my associates.

It's J, that's E,

that's Kilo and the nigga that's standing by the door

looking like he's a big head pot.

That's Lil Do Bad.

- Oh okay, so the reason that y'all are in my house is?

- I'm sure you're familiar with Michael, right?

You see we got a little situation on our hands.

Michael took something from me.

So, I'm here to um, return the favor.

- So what happened again?

- Hell, remember I told you I called a set of puss.

I told her to give me some.

- For free too.

(door knocking)

- Come on bro.

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

Just come on Sean.

They're not home, bro.

(door thuds)

- Fuck.

Let's go on the Sailorman Chicken.

I heard them chicken sandwiches is smacking.

- Boy your ass always sneaking out on the clock.

You don't never do shit at work.

- Shit, you the one trying to be super cop.

I'm still a company time, all day, every day.

You ain't got no smaller uniform.

- I don't know.

You probably gotta get a BBL or something

like the rest of these females.

(birds chirping)

- Shit, shit, shit, shit.

(doors beeping)

- Bro, why the fuck are the cops at your door?

- Oh, I don't know man.

Maybe somebody reported the drugs stolen.

Wait a minute, can you do that?

- I mean, I don't know.

I mean I know we got a new president office and shit.

Maybe he came up with some new laws.

- That got to be it.

- But hey, we cannot be at your spot.

- Shit, really on the cool,

we can't be at yours either.

- Well shit, we just can't be out here.

Especially with cops on our ass.

(phone vibrating)

Oh.

(phone vibrating)

Why does your phone keep ringing?

Who is it?

- Man, I don't know.

Some unknown number,

keep calling me man, look.

Fuck all that shit.

I know exactly where we can go.

We gotta go stash this money out first though.

- All right, let's go bro.

(birds chirping)

- What's up, bro?

- What's up?

You sure the money gonna be good here?

- Hell yeah.

Look, Greg slow ass, he ain't even got no key.

Then Mr. Jake's bald head ass,

he out there with his little trot thing from Chicago.

Trust me, we going come back,

but we got to lay low for a little bit, man.

- Why we just can't kick your here?

It's a daiquiri shop.

- Man, hell no.

I ain't trying to kick it nowhere where I work at.

Bro you tripping.

Plus the spot I got in mind you going like.

- Oh yeah.

- Hell yeah.

- Let's go.

- Come on then.

(chairs rattling)

- I knew I heard somebody out here.

Oh that must be my cups.

(pistol thuds)

(footsteps stomping)

Yeah my cups.

Man, these ain't no damn cups.

What do we have here?

Woo, hoo hoo hoo.

Oh lord.

My prayers been answered.

Woo hoo.

Bop bop bop bop.

Hurray!

LeQuasha put that super bit on, girl.

Woo hoo, hoo, hoo.

- (exhales sharply) Man, (drop thuds)

I done called this motherfucker three times, man.

My patience is running thin.

This little motherfucker must not want his little family.

Damn, you too gangster

to eat ice cream the way it was designed.

- Got to keep the gangster at all times, yeah.

- Well, at least go in there

and see if little man wants some.

I ain't buy them for your fat ass to eat them all up.

- Okay. (chair shuffling)

- Fuck eat ice cream cones like nachos.

What the fuck?

Goddamn.

(door opening)

- Hey little nigga you want some ice cream?

- He good.

- Alright, shit y'all the ones missing out.

These as good as fuck.

- Mama, when is daddy coming to get us?

- I don't know baby, but he's coming, okay?

- Okay.

- (exhales sharply) Mike, where the fuck are you?

(tense ominous music)

- Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Before you knock on this door,

what does her friend look like?

- Ha nigga, hey like her daddy in the face.

- I'm gonna take one for the team,

this time, 'cause I'm horny.

- Yeah, you taking her?

- Hey Mike.

- Hey what up, Egypt?

It's my boy JD right here?

- Hey what's up? - Hey JD.

- Y'all come on in.

Make yourselves at home.

- Hey what her daddy look like?

- Get your man.

- [Egypt] Yeah, we've been here for like two years now.

- [Mike] Okay, sweet.

Ain't too long.

- Hey Mike.

- What up, Stephanie?

- Oh nothing, just chilling.

Sipping on this wine.

- Okay, I see.

- Um, who is your friend?

- Oh yeah this is my boy, JD,

- Hey, JD.

Hey, Stephanie?

- [Egypt] So where are y'all coming from?

- Ah, you know we, just ripping around city a little bit.

- Y'all want some wine?

- Nah, nah, nah, I'm good.

- I take some, what you sipping on beautiful.

- Oh that's this new wine it's called Butt Naked.

- Hmm. (glass clicking)

Butt Naked, does it work?

- What do you mean?

- You mean does it get you butt naked?

- Um, Egypt?

Don't you have something to show Mike in your room?

- No, what are you talking about?

- I could have swore before they got here,

you say you had something to show him in your room?

- What are you doing?

- Girl, take his ass to your room.

- Come on Mike.

I guess I gotta show you something in my room.

- Okay.

- So JD, I got a bottle in the freezer.

I need to get out, so we can test that theory.

- Oh, oh.

Okay.

(fridge opens)

(gentle romantic music)

- Okay I see you with the decor.

- I mean I do a little something, something.

You like it?

- Hell yeah.

See I'm gonna hit you off so you give me right.

- I'm surprised you here.

I thought you would've took another two months

before you came to see me.

- Are you funny? Huh?

No, I just had to make sure

the timing was perfect, you know.

- Well you lucky I'm patient

and I like you a little bit.

- Oh a little bit, huh?

Here you go.

- Oh you workout, workout?

- Yeah you know I do my things, mount you.

- You have to come work me (laughs).

I mean work out with me one day.

- Oh shit, for sure.

I got this exercise called pretzel.

(couple laughing)

- So JD tell me have you ever been with a baby though?

- Hell nah.

- I heard the job is shit.

(couple laughing)

Um smell good, real sexy.

(couple laughing)

- You are so stupid, I can't with you.

- Oh gee, I swear to you,

talking about damn Egyptian cotton glasses.

I don't know where Mr. Jakes be getting his merchandise.

Look, he bought a damn daiquiri machine

off of something like a Wish.

I don't know.

But we plugged that motherfucker in.

He was wishing that thing. (Egypt laughing)

- So tell me Mike,

why did it take you so long to ask me?

- Come on, I mean look at you.

You know, you classic.

Plus I can tell from how you carry yourself

and you know I just wanted to make sure

the time was right.

- Well don't take too long, next time.

Mr. Jakes almost beat you to the punch.

- What?

- I've got ready to take him him up

on his offer and take me shopping.

- Man, I know you don't want that old ass,

no neck ass out in your face, like that

(Egypt laughing)

You know staring at your in your eyes are green.

- Kind of like you doing now.

- Hm-um, plus you know he a old ass player.

You probably be trying to kiss

on your ass, shit, you know.

- Oh yeah.

- Uh-huh, like this.

(lips smacking)

(couples moaning)

(door shutting)

(fingers snapping)

- What's up bro?

(door shutting)

Look like you and Stephanie were getting it off, huh?

- Nigga, she hurts.

I think I love her.

- (snickers) But I knew your ass like big women.

(laughs) So bring your ass on.

(phone vibrating)

- So you're just going to keep ignoring your phone?

(phone vibrating)

- Hello?

- Is this Michael?

- Michael doesn't have this number anymore.

- You are real hard man to get in touch with, Mike.

Been calling you for hours, fam.

- Man, who is this?

- This is the person responsible

for that package you received today.

- Oh, what, what package?

- Listen before you start playing games, Mike.

I just want you to hear something real quick.

- Daddy?

- Mike Jr.?

- Oh, that sound a freeze ya real quick, won't it?

- [Mike] Yo, listen man, I apologize man.

It wasn't even my fault man.

Believe my son up out this shit.

- Now it seems like you know what package

I'm talking about Mike.

I knew that would jog your memory.

- Yo man, what do you want man?

(chair shuffling)

- [Black] I'm a reasonable person.

All I want is the package and everybody can go home.

Nobody gets hurt.

- Okay, but what if I ain't got the package no more?

- [Black] Mike, you don't wanna go down that road.

That's a real dark road Mike.

That motherfucker full of potholes

and all bumpy and shit.

- Alright man, listen where I need to meet you at?

- I'm gonna text you the address.

Be there in an hour.

Oh and Mike, don't be late

'cause I hate waiting for what I want.

- Fuck.

- Who was that?

- Man, it was the nigga who drugs we sold man.

- Ah shit, what'd he say?

- What you think he said JD?

That nigga want his shit back man.

Knew I shouldn't have listened to your ass.

- I'm surprised you listen to me too.

Hell, I wouldn't even listen to me sometimes.

- JD go get the bag of money man.

I gotta use that to get my family back bro.

- Alright, alright, god.

- Fuck. (chair shuffling)

(foot stopping)

- [JD] Mike, hey the bag not here.

- What? (chair shuffling)

- Ah no.

(items shuffling)

- Oh no. - No. Oh.

What the, this can't be happening bro.

I left the bag right there.

- But who could've took it?

- Had to be Mr. Jake's no neck ass, man.

He the only one with a key.

- Call that old ass nigga, man.

Nasty ass cookies over there, shit.

(lively upbeat music)

♪ Rolling on the floor

♪ Rolling on with your hoes

♪ Just another day

♪ Chilling, getting paid

♪ Chopping blocks on the blade

♪ Pipping, flipping your maid

♪ I'm rolling get dough

♪ Chilling them floors

♪ No, no drawers

♪ Now four on the floor

♪ Rolling with your hoes

♪ Just another day

- Straight the voicemail bro.

- Damn man, and what we going do?

We don't have the money or the drugs.

- Well, I don't know man.

We gotta do something bro.

I got to get my little man back.

- Look alright,

we gotta come up with a plan man

'cause we can't go empty handed.

- That's true.

(lively upbeat music)

♪ Picture of me rolling with them niggas

♪ I been Winston State one

♪ My only fun chasing fun

♪ And keep my hand on my gun

♪ Before ain't raise sons

♪ To throw their hand

♪ So he reached out in his fans

♪ Four days up but then he jammed out

♪ Do do do damn

♪ You gotta understand man

♪ I just protect the boat

♪ What's the cost to knock him out

♪ Gotta murder me first, you know

♪ And with this pistol here, I'm surgical

♪ Quick to turn your dog to a convertible

♪ Please protect your home

♪ We be swerving too, death is more than serving you

♪ Don't regress is burden proof

♪ It be best certain too

♪ Needs a strong man, game

♪ We parlay your book bag packages

♪ Then we stretched on concrete mattresses

♪ Oh my goodness sale off the average skid

♪ Who play they cash this

♪ Beefy kitchen cabbage bliss

- You sure this the right address?

- Yes bro, I done check three times already.

- Ain't nobody here.

- Talking about some don't be late and shit.

Man, look on the cool whoever this is JD,

I'm going to whoop their ass.

- I'm with that shit.

- Nah for real bro.

Been in my karate classes too bro.

Oh, so that means somebody about

to get dojo around this bitch,

- Leave this hoe with two black eyes.

- Got the nerve enough to take my son

and my baby mama.

- Keep that hoe. - Facts.

Boy, I'm about to get on some real John Wick shit, bro.

- Real shit, nigga.

But hey, you ain't scared though, right?

- Man, hell no.

- You ain't.

- Boy, I'd whip many of asses,

up and down these streets.

- A real talk, nigga.

- Shit.

- Scared of nobody.

- Oh, shit. - Oh, bad.

- Yeah look, look, look.

I just bought this car.

It ain't even mine.

Ah, I'm renting it.

Don't point it at the face.

(sniffs) Nigga, you farted?

- I think I did.

- Oh Lord, come on. - It's that girl.

- Goddamn man, hey. - Oh my God.

- [E] Fuck.

- Oh man, Mike, bro.

Who going remember us on Facebook.

- Man, I don't know what you think they gonna do to us.

- Man, if y'all don't shut the fuck up.

Have some heart.

Niggas been bitches since we was back at the car.

- And this is mean.

- Well excuse me, Mr. Kidnapper sir,

this my first time personally ever being kidnapped.

So I didn't know there was kidnapping rules.

JD, you knew there was kidnapping rules?

- Nah, I didn't know there was any kidnapping rules.

I mean I got lost at the fair in the third grade.

But ain't nobody telling no rules though.

- Hm-mm, see just like I thought.

See, seems to me you need to explain the rules buddy.

'Cause we new to this kidnapping industry.

- Y'all got one more time.

Say something else,

and I'm gonna shoot both of y'all asses in the head.

How about that rule?

- See, JD shut your ass up.

You done pissed off the kidnappers.

(door slamming)

- You ready to take these niggas out?

- Hell yeah they talk to damn much.

- Let's get these motherfuckers then.

(tense brooding music)

- Right.

(prisoners moaning)

- Kilo, (prisoner coughs)

this one of them?

- Yeah it's him right there.

You have a discount on the daiquiris.

- Man that ain't even my policy, bro.

That's Mr. Jakes' business.

- Ah, kid and play.

Where's my shit.

- Man, who are you, bro?

- Oh I'm the person that has your family

and somebody that doesn't have a lot of patience.

- Man, look alright, I apologize man.

I don't have your drugs right now

and really I ain't got the money either

but I get paid by $500 every week at the shop.

You know what I'm saying?

Maybe we can work out a payment plan or something.

- Motherfucker, is this like a credit card company

or some shit?

Ain't no payment plans in this.

- Tell ya, I have to pee.

- Oh, you all think this is a game?

(prisoners moaning)

J, give him some motivation.

(blow thudding)

- (mumbles) Motivate, special. Oh, shit (cries) J.

- Damn, JD you alright?

- No Mike, I'm not.

Big ass hit me in my stomach.

- I seen it man.

- Yeah you just getting started.

Shit going to get real serious.

- Hit him first. - Nah, don't do.

- He's got abs.

- Don't do that, please.

- Hey listen,

if y'all don't tell me where my money is or my dope,

this shit going to get real Scarface like in here.

- Serious, you mean at the rapper?

- No, the movie.

Why would I be talking about the rapper right now?

- I just thought maybe you know that last album.

Man, where the drugs at man?

- I don't know.

I ain't got them.

- Look.

Man, you know what I'm tired of playing with y'all.

It's time to make things a little bit more interesting.

J, E, bring in entertainment.

(sinister dramatic music)

- (coughs) J, come back.

Y'all come back?

- Oh no.

- Yeah.

(prisoners murmuring)

- Oh no.

- Sorry Mike.

Sorry Mikey.

- Now, let's try this again, shall we?

If neither one of you tell me what my dope

or my money is,

then a bullet go into Terri's head.

One...

- Hold up man look, I really don't have the drugs

or the money, alright?

- Two...

- Man come on, man, look,

I'm gonna pay you back on my life.

I will, man.

Don't do this shit.

- Three!

(feet shuffling)

I know you fucking lying.

- Man, it's got to be the worst security ever, bro.

Craiglist Danny was better than this man.

Y'all had one job.

(pistol clanking)

- Man, who the fuck is you?

- (exhales sharply) Just interested third party my dog.

- And what does a third party have to do

with my business?

- Well you just happen to have my cousin

and his dumb ass friend over there.

- Well your cousin

and his dumb ass friend,

owe me some money or some dope

and I ain't got either.

- Excuse me sir, my name Mike.

- I don't give a fuck.

- Some drugs and some money, huh?

Then tell you what we can do.

Lil Do Bad?

- What saying? - Ain't this just a bitch.

- Wait, how you know Do Bad?

- Remember that stripper I shot?

- Yeah.

- It was at his club?

- Damn, for real?

- Hell, yeah.

- Really?

Well it's a small world ain't it.

So you know him and you know him.

Well, that's alright.

(throat clearing)

- Shut up, Kilo.

- You also heard it was a lot of heat on y'all,

about shit about it.

- So come here to make a truce?

- Purpose of some arrangement here.

- Like?

- Well let's say,

if my employee's memory foggy or something,

Maybe she can't quite remember who shot her in the ass.

- Do Bad?

- Let me make a call.

OG?

They're trying to see.

If they can get us on the back end instead of funny.

Alright.

- What's the word Do Bad?

- He said that's cool.

OG said that'll work.

- Alright,

now can y'all get the fuck outta my spot?

- You the one with the Honda Accord.

- You too.

Yeah, y'all fired.

I can't believe y'all.

What the fuck?

What I hired y'all for?

Bring your ass back.

- Come untie me.

- Hey, come on man.

- Going to be alright.

- Appreciate y'all man.

Y'all ain't really that mean. man.

J you didn't hit that hard either.

I'm a hurry now man.

I work out and stuff.

- My bad, my boy.

You all right man?

- I'm okay daddy.

- Alright.

- Look at you just.

- Ouch, fuck nigga!

See this, shit that I'm talking about Mike.

This is why we're moving

and this is why

I ain't never wanna deal with your ass

in the first fucking place.

- Hey, y'all can keep her.

Come on my boy.

Let's get the fuck up out of here.

- Hold on, hold on.

I got you, I got you.

(Terri murmuring)

Shut the fuck up.

- June Bug.

I told you to park the Honda Accord in front of the house

and your ass at Taco Bell.

- Hey look,

appreciate you man, for coming through man.

- You know what it is kinfolks,

family always baby. (hand clapping)

- Hey you got some room in that Honda?

- For who, man?

- Mike Jr.?

- Yeah, as soon as I get back from Taco Bell.

Hey just stand over there, little man.

- I just wait right there man.

(singing) Hey this is a big rich town.

Yeah.

- Hey, don't start shit now.

- Please don't.

- My fault, man.

Look, look nah for real though.

I really appreciate you helping us out at that jam, bro.

Like I ain't gonna lie. (hands clapping)

I thought we were gone.

- A few minutes later we would've been gone.

- Nah, for real.

- Man, he tied that tight.

- Hey man, I had to go through some big names man

and save your ass tonight, alright?

That's what we gotta do though, we family right?

Got you back kinfolk.

- That's real. (shoulder tapping)

Know what it is man.

Let's get up out of here, man.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, there's one more thing

I'm gonna need from y'all, alright?

Very small favor.

- Oh, shit, I knew it was something Ghost, I knew.

- JD, come on man a very small favor, alright?

- What's up man?

- Alright now, know there's gonna be a lot of money

to get Cornbread Keisha dropping charges, right?

- Yeah.

- Come work at the club for your boy, man.

It's the least y'all can do for you me.

- Alright? I mean what you want us to do?

Bust some tables or

wash some dishes or something.

- For real, or a cook?

I'd make a mean egg sandwich.

(shoulder slapping)

- You ready to do this shit, bro?

- No.

♪ Having sex with a bitch and my dick

- Do we got a choice?

- No we don't.

(upbeat rousing music)

- Tell you like this JD.

- You ain't never convinced me to sell them drugs.

You wouldn't even be going through this shit right now.

- But why you bringing up old shit?

- [Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen.

Give it up for this dirt nasty duo.

(crowd cheering)

Bring to the stage,

your freaky entertainment.

(crowd cheering)

That's right.

Give it up for free and naked

and yellow motherfucking butter.

(crowd cheering)

- Y'all stand there or y'all going to shake that ass.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd clamoring)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

♪ Remind me you city

♪ Show me that you miss me

♪ Think I saw a pussy cat

♪ Here kitty, kitty

♪ Drop

(percussive electronic music)

♪ Drop Kitty, kitty

♪ Drop

♪ Put the finger looking good with the rest, yo

♪ Are you trying to cuff niggas for come arrest me, yo

♪ Gotta walk like you talking

♪ Make it sexy

♪ Gotta walk in looking like fresh me yo

♪ They be hopping way away like I got so

(graphic blipping)

- [Director] Yeah, need the bags on.

- Can't see in these damn thing.

(crew laughing)

(graphic blipping)

- Yeah, classy, um.

- I'm classy?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- You're classy.

(couple laughing)

(graphic blipping)

- Two black eyes.

- He gonna take my son and my baby mama, man.

Man this stuck.

- Holy shit! (light thuds)

(actors laughing)

(graphic blipping)

- Somebody about to get dojo around this bitch.

- Don't leave this bitch with two black eyes.

- I got the nerve enough to take my son and my baby mama.

- Keep your baby mom.

- Say bro, hey (laughs).

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