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[rap music playing]

♪ Chief Murray, G.K. and oh, my Lord Jamal ♪

♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north, up and down south

-♪ Live wires connect -♪ So we can swing it on things ♪

-♪ I done a gang bang a-waitin' on the train ♪ -♪ Chief Murray, G.K.

-♪ And oh, my Lord Jamal -♪ An insane thing

♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north, up and down south

♪ Live wires connect

♪ So we can swing it on things ♪

♪ I done a gang bang

♪ Chief Murray, G.K. and oh, my Lord Jamal ♪

♪ Put your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shine ♪

♪ Gonna find me a hottie with lime and Bacardi ♪

♪ I get down like John Goddard ♪

♪ Then I gotta get lost I'm goin' in to win ♪

♪ My mama keep on tellin' me we was born into sin ♪

♪ I guess I'm hell-bound destined to learn my lesson ♪

♪ Just set my chest in

♪ It burned but I keep on puffin', no bluffin' ♪

♪ They don't call me Big Bun for nothin' ♪

♪ Now, homeboy you're gone dead ♪

♪ We'll put him to rest

♪ Both my cards are gone dead

♪ With two in his chest

♪ Boxer boy you're gone dead

♪ And if he don't die we'll wound him again ♪

♪ Well, go on, buddy, let him fly ♪

♪ That's how we is in my city

♪ And your city, sir, it gets no prettier ♪

Just more gritty per capita all around ♪

♪ From the five Burroughs on down to the mighty poor town ♪

♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north, up and down south

♪ Live wires connect

♪ So we can swing it on things ♪

-♪ A kind of gang bang -♪ Chief Murray and G.K.

-♪ A-waitin' on the train -♪ And oh, my Lord Jamal

♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north, up and down south ♪

♪ Live wires connect

♪ So we can swing it on things ♪

♪ I done a gang bang A-waitin' on the train ♪

♪ Chief Murray, G.K. and oh, my Lord Jamal ♪

♪ Now watch us discover like a cover like a sentence for a triple homicide ♪

♪ Crippled any drama that reside in the mind ♪

♪ Of those livin' outside my State line ♪

♪ Let 'em know we all the same kind with the same crimes ♪

♪ Catchin' the same time which translates to hang time ♪

♪ Organized gang slinger jive

♪ Lord Jamal is Black Jesus I sees this ♪

♪ Everywhere I go brothers hustlin' to make the dough ♪

♪ Yo, fast or slow

♪ You wanna see your cash grow ♪

♪ Like grass but meanwhile take a blast of the "L" ♪

♪ And let the smell resonate never hesitate ♪

♪ When it comes to puttin' food on your plate ♪

♪ Devise schemes by all means

♪ Like the sunrise when it beams ♪

♪ Keep your eyes on the cream

-♪ Live wires on the team connect -♪ Get respect

♪ For their realness I know you feel this ♪

♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north, up down south

-♪ Live wires connect -♪ So we can swing it on things ♪

-♪ I done a gang bang a-waitin' on the train ♪ -♪ Chief Murray, G.K.

-♪ And oh, my Lord Jamal -♪ From the east to the west

♪ Up north to the down south ♪

What up, dawg?

Yo. I'm fixin' to tell you how it is in the hood.

See, 'cause in the hood, everybody's a target.

[gunshot]

Naw, it ain't like that.

I'm goin' tell you the real deal what it goes on in the hood.

See, in the hood, most of us won't reach the age of 21.

♪ Happy birthday, homie

-For me? -Yeah.

♪ Happy birthday, homeboy ♪

-For me? -Yeah. Make a wish.

-[gunshot] -Agh!

No, Lord! No, Lord! Not my baby!

I know You didn't do me wrong, Lord!

No! He done-- Oh, my Junior!

I nursed him with these! Lord, why?

-[wailing] Not my baby! -Yo. Yo!

-[wailing Continues] -Yo, yo! This ain't your baby. This ain't your baby.

Mmm? Ah.

Ain't that some shit.

I'm outta here. [laughs]

[Trey] I'm gonna tell you what it's really like livin' in the hood.

I moved back into my father's house after livin' with my moms for most of my life.

Tray, I don't want you hangin' out in the streets.

I want you to finish school,

'cause without an education the only work you're gonna get

is sellin' drugs, pimpin' women

or workin' security for Eddie Murphy.

Now, I've done all I can.

I got my education; I worked two jobs to support you.

But I can't teach you how to be a man.

Only your father can do that.

Now gimme a kiss and be a good boy.

-I love you, Tray. [blows at leaf] -Love you too, Mom.

So, will I see you again?

Sorry, baby.

You know there ain't no positive Black females in these movies.

[kid on bike screams]

-Sorry. -[moans]

[Tray] My father tried his best to give me advice.

The problem was, he was only a couple of years older than me.

[man] Fool, I told you I don't want no damn Watchtower!

Hey, what's up, nigga?

-What's up, Pops? -Oh, how you doin', man?

-How you doin', man? -How's it goin'?

-Oh, man! -Look at you. Nigga, It's goin' to be on!

-Look at you, man! Look, you got big, man! -Oh, you know.

Last time I seen you, you was about this tall.

They wouldn't even let you on the rides at the amusement park.

Had to take you to kiddie land.

-Remember that? -Yeah, but it's all good.

I was just about to eat breakfast. You hungry?

No, I'm full, man.

-I had some Red Hots. -Oh, is that right? Cool.

Hey, man, come on in.

Oh, please allow me. You're the guest in my house, man.

Make yourself at home.

Hey, are those Girbaud?

-Yeah. -Hey, I'm gonna be sportin' them, man.

It's good to have you up in it too.

I'm gonna finish gettin' my swollen on right. Have a seat.

All right. Cool.

Hey! Make sure your ass is on that plastic.

Look, Tray. So we're not bumpin' heads.

Man, if you goin' to be stayin' here,

you goin' have to follow some rules.

Which is, no smokin' my shit.

Don't let me catch you drinkin' my shit.

And if you bring any of them hoes up in here,

make sure I fuck 'em first.

And, uh... you goin' to have some chores.

-Chores? -That's right. Chores.

Nigga, this ain't goin' to be no free ride!

Uh, you gonna have to keep track of my Matchbox cars.

You got to organize the damn Sega Genesis cartridges.

I want you to do my homework,

since you want to be such a smart ass.

After that, in the nighttime, cut the hair on my balls.

Hey, hey, hey.

-Can I ask you a question, Pop? -Yeah.

What you goin' to be doin'?

Hey! Look, nigga,

I ain't got to do nothin'. My mama take care of me.

-[sighs] -I know you think I'm bein' hard on you.

What the hell. I guess I'm tryin' to teach you some responsibility.

-You right, Pop. -No shit.

Hey, could you do me a favor? Could you line me up in the back?

That's goin' run you about $13.

Thirteen dollars? Oh, come on, man.

The Spanish dude down the block only charges six.

Well, take your ass to him and let him fuck your head up.

Nah, I'll let you cut me up.

Hey, Tray, let me ask you a question, man.

-What's up? -You still a virgin?

Of course.

Well, there was this one dude

who rubbed up against my butt one time,

but I ain't like it.

Hey, man, I'm talkin' about girls, man!

Oh! Girls?

C'mon, Pops. Now, you know I be gettin' mine.

-Mmm. I mean, you gettin' it, or you gettin' it?

I'm gettin' it.

-Okay. -I didn't tell you about that little honey dip?

-Uh-uh. What honey? -[razor buzzing]

Oh, Pop, I met the finest little brown-skinned cutie...

down at the corner market, man.

She had big breasts and big legs.

Ass was-- Pow!

-Ghetto booty! Yes. -Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

So, you know, I knew she liked me, 'cause we locked eyes.

-Mm-hmm. -So I started to get into my Mack daddy Denzel mode.

You know? Yeah.

So I start fixin' my eyebrows, make sure they was straight.

Fix my hair, make sure it was slick and greasy.

-Makin' sure my breath wasn't stinkin'. -Hey, get to the fuckin' part!

-[razor buzzing] -Oh. Okay. So anyway...

I went over to her house one Sunday mornin'.

Her moms had just gone to church.

And we had the place all to our self.

So you know, we got to kissin', lickin', slobbin'.

You know, doin' the wild thing. [laughs]

-When we got up there, it was like heaven. -[moans]

Better than my wildest fantasies.

Well, apparently, her moms must have forgot her purse or somethin',

-[sniffing] -'cause she came back home.

-I guess she could smell the sex in the air. -[sniffing continues]

I got a prize for you.

-And that's when things really got freaky. -Come on.

-Before I knew it... -[door opens]

-...the door burst open... -Huh?

...and there was her mama!

Oh!

Hold him down, baby. Let Mama have him.

[Trey] I grabbed my things and got out of there the best way I could.

Yeah. Hmm.

I sure do hope you got her number.

-The girl? -Hell, no. Her mama. She the freak.

Hey, hey. Pops, don't go up too high in the back.

Man, don't worry about this. We all done.

There we go.

Yeah.

I got something for you to make the girls...

think you're smelling good.

-[screams] -All hooked up, partner. Gimme my $13.

[moans]

[kids playing nearby]

All right, give it up! It's a jack move, fool.

J-J-Just don't shoot.

-[kids shouting] -Hey, come back here with my truck!

Will you--Come here! Son, gimme that truck back!

Man, you got any spare change?

Sorry, bro. I'm all out, man.

Man, I got these cheeseburgers, man.

I don't want any cheeseburgers.

Please, man?

I'll suck your dick.

Ugh. Get outta here, man!

Get outta here!

[Tray] It hurt me to wake up and see my beautiful Black people suffer,

victimized by the oppressive, harsh realities of the hood.

I guess, even though we were free, we were still slaves...

in the mind.

Message.

[Tray] Luckily, I wasn't alone here in the hood.

See, my cousin Loc Dog lived right across the street.

Loc Dog was America's worst nightmare.

-[hip-hop, slow music playing] -Raised in a house with three generations

- of hopelessness, poverty and profanity. -[baby crying]

-[music continues] -Loc Dog!

Turn that loud-ass motherfuckin' music down!

You wakin' up the fuckin' babies, motherfucker!

This still my motherfuckin' house, motherfucker!

Who the fuck is that on my porch?

-Hey, Mrs. Dog. -Hey, Ashtray.

-You come to stay with your daddy for good? -Yeah.

Come on in.

You tell your pretty-ass, motherfuckin' daddy I said hello?

[crash]

Uh, yeah.

Mmm!

Baby, do me a favor and pass me that shit over there.

[sniffs] Hey!

-Care for a little soup? -[laughs] No, thanks. I'm cool.

-Oh. Is Loc Dog here? -Yeah, that lazy-ass motherfucker

is in the back, doin' nothin', as usual.

-Okay. Well, I'll see you later. -All right, babe.

Hey, Grandma.

Ashtray! You little bitch-ass motherfucker!

Come over here and give your grandma a hug.

Ah, that's my nigga.

You been wearin' them jimmy hats like Grandma gave you?

Yes, ma'am.

-How are you? -Oh, my old stinky ass is fine,

'cept for my arthritis in my trigger finger.

-But I can still stick and move. -I bet you can.

That beatin' the police give me didn't slow me down a bit.

C'mon, motherfucker. Gimme your best shot.

[chuckles] C'mon, Grandma.

I don't wanna do nothin' like that.

-Aw, c'mon. -Come on, Grandma. I don't wanna do that.

Stop. Come on.

[flower pot crashing]

Ooh.

Damn, them fake teeth are hard.

Bye-bye.

You still hit like a bitch, motherfucker.

[Tray] Loc Dog was gonna teach me to survive in the hood,

-even if it killed me. -[gunshot]

Tray, is that you?

Hey, you better start announcin' yourself...

before you get smoked up in here, nigga. Damn!

You know that chronic make me paranoid, baby.

Come here, you old fool-dog, mark-ass trick. Gimme some love.

-What's up, cuz? -All right. That's enough of that love.

I don't play that sentimental shit. Come on. Come in.

Quick fashion question.

Should I wear this Tec-9

with the high-tops?

Mmm? Mmm.

Or should I wear this Uzi with my low-tops?

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

-Uh-- -I'll just wear these then.

Hey, Tray, scoot over.

Rumor has it your bitch ass is in town for good.

Yeah, man. Moms is beepin'. She says time for me to become a man.

Oh, nigga, my mom said the same shit! Sweatin' me, nigga!

Yeah, man. Hey. I don't care though. You know, I told her,

I don't wanna be on welfare my whole life; you know what I'm sayin'?

For real, nigga. I got bigger and better plans. You know what I'm sayin'?

Figure I'll get me a job at the post office. You know, maybe at a bank.

-That's all good, man. -Work real hard.Work my way up to manager.

We need more Black people like this, man.

Learn the system a little bit, then I'll rob that motherfucker blind.

Break all yourselves.

[breathing heavily, kissing]

Hey, Loc, man. Whatever happened to your pops anyway?

Oh, that old mark-ass nigga ran out on us like a little biz-nitch.

You know, it's--

-You know, it's kinda tough-- -[sniffles]

[both crying]

Growin' up in the hood without a--

Without a positive male role model to look up to.

Message.

Aw, nigga, come on. [sniffles]

Let's go get Preach and Crazy Legs and go to this picnic real quick.

Come on.

[coughing]

Damn!

This is some good shit.

-[baby crying] -You have your Black ass back here by Friday,

'cause the social worker's comin' on over here and I'm still claimin' your ass.

Quit sweatin' me. Shoot.

And Grandma, you better stay out my Indo, 'fore I smoke your ass!

Aw, go fuck yourself, nigga.

[Preach] There are no cocaine fields in the hood.

There are no gun factories in the hood.

We're not the ones bringing drugs and guns into the community.

Don't you see?

That's all part of the White man's plan.

We need to have our own cargo ships, cargo planes.

That's why shit costs so much money.

If he charges $250, dammit, I gotta charge you $500.

I would like to take a plane from Bogota, Colombia

and get off on Crenshaw. Wouldn't you, sista?

We need to subjugate our people without the help of the White devil.

We need to destroy ourselves!

[Tray] Preach was a former gang member turned activist.

-[muttering] -But now he's just plain confused.

-Preach. What up, nigga? -Y'all need to stop usin' the word nigga.

You see, it's terms like the word "nigga" that the White man uses...

to take away the self-esteem of another race!

-Word. -Oh,yeah.Remind me to pick my laundry up..

from that chink motherfucker up the street.

[Tray] Crazy Legs used to be the best dancer in the hood.

But now he's paralyzed from the waist down after a drive-by.

[Preach] What's up, Crazy?

Hey, what's up, y'all? I be right there, all right? [laughing]

Whoo! [laughing]

-[brakes screech] -[Crazy Legs laughing]

-That's the way to start the day. How you doin'? -Hi, Crazy.

-Hi, yourself. How's my little partner? -Hello, little pygmy brother.

-All right, African brother. -Hey, hold that.

[Tray] Loc Dog didn't have the flyest ride in the hood,

but it was reliable in rain, sleet or snow.

Hey, you guys. Y'all want to see a dead body?

-[other boys] Yeah! Of course. -Come on.

-[flies buzzing] -I told you he was dead.

-♪ Come on over and shake it next to me ♪ -Man, he stinks!

-[farts] -♪ Oh, yeah, oh ♪

[all groaning]

[rappers] ♪ Here comes Little One with another hit ♪

♪ Yeah, I got the hits that the busters can't get with ♪

-♪ So everybody just get on down ♪ -[girl shrieking]

-[music continues] -What's up, baby boy?

[party chatter]

-Hey, where you goin', girl? -[whooping]

Damn!

Hey, Tray, if you can't get nothin' up in here,

-you gonna straight die a virgin. -Shit, man.

♪ Yeah, I slam 'cause my butt is who I am ♪

♪ I guess you noticed

♪ But if you haven't noticed You better focus ♪

[Loc Dog] Hey, y'all. Look at them freaks gettin' busy on the dance floor.

♪ I got deliveries that them fools can't deal with ♪♪

There's all kinds of bitches here!

What did I tell you about disrespectin' my Nubian Princesses?

-Aw, come on! -Quit disrespect-- You need--

Oh, my God. The mother of Mecca is right here before me.

Do my eyes not deceive me...

or am I lookin' at the Goddess Isis herself?

Can you, uh-- Can you do me a favor,

my brown-skinned angel?

Can you tap that White girl for me?

My milk of magnesia. Ohh!

Oh. After the devil made you he broke the mold.

But maybe you and I could, uh,

make a little jungle fever?

Hey, this one to all my dead homies, you know what I'm sayin'?

[sighs]

[music continues]

[Tray] I remember the first time I saw Dashiki.

She was fine enough to be Jet beauty of the week.

-♪ Hey, baby, maybe can you ♪ -Yo! Yo, yo, Loc. Loc, come here.

-What's up, nigga? -Yo, man. Who's this fine girl over here?

Oh, nigga, that's Dashiki.

Stay away from her.

Everybody in the hood's been up with her.

Shoot. She got more kids than Mrs. Wayans.

-Damn! -Yeah.

[babies crying]

Anyway, that's Toothpick's ex-girl.

You don't want any of that boy's old scraps.

-[Tray] Toothpick got used to bein' in jail. -Damn!

So much so that even on the outside,

he lived like he was still on the inside.

Gimme a knife, boy. Keep it down. Keep it down.

Hmm? Phone check, homey. Phone check!

Five dollars a head! Five dollars.

-I got top bunk! [laughs] -Go fish!

What they in for, man?

Five dollars, buster!

Oh, I got that. I can cover that.

Here.

Here you go.

[Toothpick] What?

Oh, my money ain't good?

Do you know how many crumb cakes I can get for that?

How many chocolate milks? How many bars of soap?

Deal my cards! Just hurry up and deal my cards. Deal, deal, deal!

-All right, nigga! One up, two. -Shit.

Mmm.

Hello.

She wants me.

Why you keep wastin' your time with that trick?

Tellin' you, you need someone with some class.

Someone you can take home to Step mama.

You know what I'm tryin' to say?

Get yourself a real woman.

A real woman.

Hey, Tray, you see that bitch over there?

-I see her. -Now, that's a lady.

[slurps]

I bet you I can get her number.

-Nigga, you ain't gettin' nobody's number. -Fool, watch me.

♪ You run with me, I'll show you things that you would want to see ♪

-♪ You afraid of protection -♪ Put your affection out to show ♪

-[music continues] -Hey, sweetheart.

Break yourself!

Gimme your goddamn number. Come on! Hurry up!

Come on.

Cool, cool, cool.

So, um, I'm gonna give you a call about 5:00, all right?

-I said all right? -Y-Y-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

All right, sweetheart. Take care of yourself, all right?

I told you I'd get her number.

[gun cocks]

You didn't think you were just gonna come over here

and pull that gun out on me and then leave me, did you?

Huh? You better recognize motherfucker.

-Oh, you are so sexy. -Yeah.

What's yo name?

AK.

What's that short for?

The gun my momma used to shoot my daddy with.

Oh, that is so beautiful.

You wanna dance, AK?

Yeah, you know.

All right, at the count of three we'll put the guns down, a'ight?

-Okay. -One, two... three.

A'ight, a'ight.

Not the jewels. Not the jewels. A'ight. Ready?

One...

two...

three.

Ha! Fuck it, let's just dance.

I ain't putting my gun down.

[music continues]

♪ I can take you where you wanna go ♪♪

Hey, beautiful.

-[sarcastically] Oh, please! -Hey, mister.

What's up, little man?

Aw, you're just tryin' to get some from my mama.

Oh, ho! Snap.

No, little man. Actually, what I'm tryin'--

Gimme a dollar, and I'll leave you alone.

Cute little kid.

Oh, by the way, my name is Ashtray.

My name is Dashiki.

That's Swahili for "doggie-style."

-Ooh, that's pretty. -Those are my kids.

Hello, everybody.

Now, children. What do you say when you meet a nice man?

[all together] Are you my daddy?

Ooh. All I know is I'd really like to take you out.

Oh. You and your seven kids.

That sounds nice, but I'm leavin' the hood in a couple of days.

Really?

Man, I can't wait for the day I can move out of the hood.

Well, look, I know I just met you,

but you're welcome to come along.

I mean, I need somebody to help me change all them diapers.

[chuckling] ls that it? Diapers?

I used to change my father's diapers all the time. Ain't no thing.

[laughs] Listen.

You think about it, okay?

And if you're serious, let me know.

Mmm.

[music continues]

Hey, man, ain't that Dashiki over there kissin' that fool, man?

Man? Right there!

-Yeah. -Oh, damn!

I'se goin' shank that fool right now!

Pick, you trippin', man. Damn.

Nigga, that's old news! Think about it, nigga.

You been in jail five years now.

Man, it's only been 1,825 days,

six hours and 13 minutes! She could've waited!

Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm just sayin' why go back to jail. You know?

I ain't worried about jail! What the fuck-- You sound like a bitch.

-Bitch! -Man, I ain't worried about jail!

Shit, l--I don't give a damn about goin' to jail.

-You can take me to jail! -Take me to jail!

-Shit, lock me up! -Lock me up!

-Throw away the key! -Throw away the key!

I ain't afraid to fuck somebody in his ass!

-[music stops] -Whoa!

Oh, Lord!

-This fool is trippin'. -I'm outta here.

You on your own there, bro.

[music resumes]

Yeah, y'all. Come on, man.

Y'all ain't never been in a shower with a man?

And you see the suds crawl down the crack of his ass...

and you just...

be, uh, tou--

[laughs loudly]

I was foolin' y'all, man! [laughing]

I was foolin' y'all! Those was jokes!

Whoo! Whoo!

[laughs]

Hey, man, fuck this. I'm gone.

♪ Gettin' shackled on the bus first thing come Monday ♪

♪ Hopin' in your mind you'll be released one day ♪

♪ Knowin' home is the place you're not goin' for a long while ♪♪

I don't usually be kissin' like that when I first meet someone.

But you special. Uh--

-Cigarette? -Ashtray.

Yeah. Ashtray.

[laughs]

-[music continues] -Come on, kids.

Hey, stupid.

You realize you just kissed every nigga in the party?

Now come on. I gotta go to the store and get some more 40's.

Okay. Yeah. All right.

Whoo! Now, that there is somethin' special.

How come you talk all that noise about White men,

and then go date White women, fool?

No. You see, I'm just tryin' to do the White girls...

what the White man's been doin' to us for 400 years!

Yeah? What's that?

Fuck 'em. Amy Jo!

[laughing] Oh, you cold. He cold.

[crash]

Yeah, yeah.

Forties and Nines.

Oh, that's my favorite store.

Hey. I'm gonna go in here and get me a malt liquor Slurpee.

Run across the street and get me some barbecue potato chips.

Ooh. Can I keep the change?

Hell, no, fool. That's a ten-dollar food stamp.

Better bring back my change.

-Cheapskate. -Stupid.

What's up now, you pretty punk trick?

[laughing]

Hey! What's up? We got a problem, Toothpick?

I said, do we have a problem?

[chuckling] We got a problem for ya.

Right here. This a problem. Right there. Right there.

-[all laughing] -All right. We'll play a little game.

Right here.

I said,

do... we...

have... a... problem, huh?

Oh. "U.S.S.R."

You better get your stinky asses outta here

before I cause a nuclear holocaust, fool.

Well, let's go! Fool, come on!

It'll be Hiroshima and Nigga-saki.

Fool, let's go! Let's go!

That's right, boy! You better get on outta here!

And don't come back!

-Punk! -Tray, bring your simple behind on!

[electronic beeping]

[dialing]

[phone rings]

-[beep] -Hello?

-Hey, yo, man. You page me? -Yeah, yeah. You ready to be out?

-Yeah. Let's move. -All right.

[doorbell rings]

-[doorbell rings] -[recorded voice] ♪ Niggas♪

[man over radio speaking Korean]

I go and check them.

[radio continues]

Hyyaaa-aah!

[woman] Hurry up and buy!

Hurry up and buy!

Hurry up and buy!

-[game sounds] -Break yourself!

[ding]

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

You dropped something.

-Yeah! Break yourself, fool! -[clink]

[laughs] Yeah! Recognize.

-[siren wailing] -Gimme my money back.

Oh, word. Candy bars. Hey! Ms. Lady Bitch.

Hey. I'm talkin' to you.

How much for this candy bar?

-Five dollar. -What?

Better give me some sucky-sucky with that for five dollars.

Some love me long time or somethin'.

You don't like; you don't buy.

Hey. Look here.

Just charge us for the chips and the ice cream. All right? Shoot.

Hey, let's raise up outta here 'fore I Loc up on these people.

Quit lickin' that damn ice cream like that 'fore I put you on the

corner to make me some money!

I feel sorry for your mother.

What'd you say about my mama? Hmm?

I don't want trouble.

Just go! Go home! Don't come back!

What'd you say about my mama? Break yourself!

-No! -[gunshot]

You break; you buy! Soda, five dollar!

[Tray] Loc, what are you doin', man? Come on!

-[man screams] -Ah! Pickles!

Ten dollar! Come on, gimme money!

-Gimme money right now! -[gunshot]

Right--

Shirt!

Nineteen ninety-five! On sale! Come on!

-[grunts] -Oh!

Yo, Loc! Are you crazy? What the hell did you do?

Hey, fool. It wasn't me! I ain't hurt nobody!

[man laughs]

[blows]

Catch.

[both] The man!

Have a nice day. Oh, yeah.

-He's good. -Mm-hmm.

Come on, Tray. Let's get outta here!

♪ Yes, this shit is raw comin' at your door ♪

-♪ You start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪ -[banging, clattering]

♪ Yes, the hour's 4:00 I told you before ♪

-♪ Prepare for Mike Fight -♪ And Buster Cold War

Hey, man, check out that 6-4.

♪ Yes, this shit is raw comin' at your door ♪

-♪ You start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪ -[metal scraping]

♪ Yes, the hour's 4:00 I told you before ♪

-♪ Prepare for Mike Fight -♪ And Buster Cold War ♪

What up, nigga?

Aw, damn. What up, Grandma?

Tell your daddy to page me.

All right, then. All right, play a, stay up.

-Peace. -♪ Yes, this shit is raw comin' at your door ♪

♪ You start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪

♪ Yes, the hour's 4:00 I told you before ♪♪

[rattling, clattering]

-[organ music playing] -Now, now, I realize that every now and again,

some of you womenfolk, you get hot.

You get bothered.

And every now and again you get hot and bothered!

-Amen! -Ha! Well, what want you to do...

when you get that hot and you need a little... relief,

I want you to-- I want you to... ♪ Call me

[man] ♪ Hey

-♪ Don't ask no questions -Good to see you today, Gloria.

-♪ Abraham was asked by God -Good to see you too, Mrs. Williams.

-♪ To sacrifice -Tired heifer.

♪ His only Son Didn't He do it ♪

-♪ Abraham didn't ask no questions ♪ -Thank you, baby.

♪ And that's what God expects from His sheep ♪

♪ Here at the Greater Ebenezer New Revival Tree of Life ♪

♪ Institutional Double Rock on the Side of the Road to Jericho ♪

♪ Missionary Baptist Church of Zion ♪

♪ And I say Mount Calvary Y'all gonna help me ♪

-Preach on, Reverend! -Ain't that the truth!

♪ God expects you

♪ To do what the Lord

♪ Wants you to do

♪ Like those of you

♪ Who realize that

♪ That the Lord wants you to give generously ♪

♪ Into His church

-Amen! -♪ Don't ask no questions Don't ask how come ♪

♪ Or, or, or why come the pastor have to have him a nice house, humph ♪

♪ Or why come the pastor got to have a nice car, Humph ♪

♪ Don't ask I said don't ask, I said ♪

♪ Don't ask no questions

-[pager beeping] -♪ Just give the money ♪

[woman] Amen! I got $100 right here!

Brother deacon, get the collection plate around on that side.

[whispering] Nigga, get it around on that side.

We will now have a-- a "B" selection from the choir.

[R&B dance music plays]

I feel the Spirit! Whoo! Yes.

[congregation exclaiming]

Ain't that the truth?

[man] All right, Grandma!

-[Mrs. Williams] Yes, Lord! -Praise the Lord!

♪ You know you gotta be from Harlem ♪

-♪ Hey, Big Easy -♪ Huh, huh

-♪ You gotta be from N-N-N-- ♪ -Whoo!

♪ You gotta be from N-N-N-- Know you gotta be from Philly ♪

♪ Where the party at? Where the party at? ♪

♪ Where the party at? Where the party at ♪

♪ Money make us put our hand in the air ♪

♪ Money make us put our hand in the air ♪

♪ Money make us put our hand in the air ♪

-♪ Money make us put our hand in the air, come on ♪ -Oh! Yeah! Whoo!

♪ When you make a young lady scream and shout ♪

♪ What you do?

♪ Bust her out, bust her out ♪

-♪ What you do? -♪ Bust her out, bust her out

♪ And if she calls on the very next day ♪

-♪ What you do? -♪ Freak her out

-♪ What you do? -♪ Freak her out

♪ Aw, butt naked, lady Get busy ♪

♪ Butt naked, get busy Butt naked, baby, get busy ♪

-♪ Butt naked, get busy -♪ Come on

♪ Freak it out, freak it out, yeah ♪

Freak it out, freak it out Freak it out now ♪

-♪ Freak it out, freak it out now Freak it out now ♪ -[congregation cheering]

♪ Big change, Freak it out Freak it out now ♪♪

Yo, Malik, kid, man. How's it feel?

-Your first day of college? -Aw, it ain't nothin', dawg.

You be up in there next year.

I'm thinkin' about goin' away to college myself, kids.

-Thank you, brother. Thank you very much. -[coins clattering]

Hey, hey!

Loc, you better stop clownin', get your G.E.D.

before you end up like that brother.

-There you go, brother. -Thank you, man.

[alarm disengages]

Bro, I'm gonna get me my "G-O-B." A job.

Yeah, I heard they hirin' down at B.M. Motors, Tray. Come down there with me.

Ah, not today, Loc. I gotta take my driver's test.

♪ I know the day is dim

♪ Chances may be slim

-♪ Hold on to what you believe ♪♪ -[Loc Dog grunts]

This is what fresh air smell like, huh.

Yeah. You livin' it, man.

[exhales] Wow. That's great.

-All right, man. -All right, man.

-Stay up. -All right, man.

All right. That's enough of all that sentimental stuff.

Yo, Malik.

Don't forget about us, baby.

-Hey, one love, baby. -Big baby! [laughs]

You know, Malik is the first one in the hood to go to college.

Yeah.

Finally, someone from the hood is gonna make it.

Yeah, there is hope.

-[gunshot] -[students screaming]

Yeah!

Hello, I'm Mr. Walker.

I'm your examiner for today.

Put on your seat belt, check your mirrors; let's begin.

Okay.

[engine starts]

Make a right, right there.

And... make another left here.

Park right there.

Wait here.

-[gunshots] -[man screams]

-Come back here! Somebody call the police! -[alarm ringing]

[panting] Drive, motherfucker! Drive!

[tires squealing]

-It was nice meeting you. We'll be in touch. -Thank you very much. Okay.

My God!

[gasps]

Hey!

Uh, yes? May I help you?

Yeah, I heard y'all niggas was hirin'. What's up?

Oh, yes. Here. Why don't you fill out this application?

Tsk. Make me write and shit.

If I was White, wouldn't be makin' me write.

Well, actually, originally I'm from the East Coast. [chuckles]

But after my master's I thought I'd take a break,

so here I am. [chuckles]

I was tired of living off of Daddy. [chuckles]

[sighs] "Age." Nineteen.

"Height." Six-deuce, baby. [laughs]

"Father's name." I don't know.

[sighs] "Sex." Hell, yeah, nigga.

"Salary desired."

Three million dollars.

Cash.

You know, being an Ivy Leaguer can be such a leg up.

You know, I spent five years at Harvard.

Oh, really? I just spent six months at County.

Anybody ever try and take your manhood? Hmm?

Then he sees the warden comin', so he hides you,

but you still got that plunger in your ass.

-So you just squeal and cry. -Um, uh--

-Don't you hate when that happens? -[woman] Let's get outta here.

-Hey, where y'all goin'? -Uh, Loc Dog?

-Uh, uh, Mr. Loc Dog? -That's me.

-You're next. -Uh, Mister, uh, Loc Dog?

-Hey, what's up, baby? All right! -Yeah, right. Ha-ha.

-You all right? -Yeah! No.

-Energy. Eager man. -Yeah.

Yes, I--I like that. Right this way.

Uh... Loc Dog.

-[clears throat] -[crash]

Heh. Uh.

Let me just move this.

Ahh.

So, uh, let me see.

Hmm. Very interesting, um--

I see your hobbies are drinking, smoking weed

and all types of ill shit.

Yeah.

Uh, do you drive an automobile?

Um, with or without the boot?

Doesn't matter. Well, congratulations.

You got yourself a job.

Right on, huh?

Hey, where the seat belts at?

Don't worry. They won't be necessary.

Hey, man, how you work this radio?

[alarm buzzes]

[screams] Whoo!

[Loc Dog] One more time!

-[buttons clicking] -Mmm, boy! Mmm. Yeah!

Yeah! I told you, you ain't got no game for me, boy!

-Now I'm gonna wear you out, you little punk. -[video game music playing]

-What's that? -My gat, fool.

Where you learn how to use a gun, anyway?

Cartoons and hood movies.

Doo Rag, don't you know that you and I are an endangered species?

-Why, because we're Black males? -No!

Because all the rappers are takin' all the good actin' jobs!

Listen, Doo Rag. Havin' a gun doesn't give you any power.

-You wanna know where the real power is? -In the bullets.

No! ln the books.

See, Doo Rag,

your mind--

it is like a gun!

And you gonna load it up...

with little, itty-bitty...

bullets of knowledge.

Message!

Hey. What are you doin'?

Writing a poem.

See, my poetry, it helps me escape the harsh realities of livin' in the hood.

Ah. That's deep.

Hey, you wanna read me one?

Okay.

Let me see.

-[whispers] Yeah. -Yeah.

"Love is by far...

the most precious thing on earth,

like a rose's fragrance...

-or a child's birth. -[sighs]

Love me...

and leave me;

that's the story of my life.

But it won't happen again, see,

since I bought a butcher's knife.

Yeah, see, the next man who loves me,

and leaves me so quick, mm-hmm,

I'm goin' to cut off his balls

-and I'm gonna chop off his dick. -[moaning]

I'm gonna shoot that motherfucker.

I'm goin' to kill him! I'm gonna stab that motherfucker!

Shit! Fuckin' with me? Oh, no!

I'm goin' run him over with my car, see.

He fuckin' with the wrong motherfucker. You don't fuck with me!

-I will kill that motherfucker--" -Baby, baby, baby, baby.

-I get the point. It was--That was-- -You liked it?

That was good.

I mean, it touched me in a... really...

special place.

Look. You wait right here.

I sure will.

[chuckles]

[slow tempo music playing]

Psst.

[stereo] ♪ Hey, love

♪ You said you need someone

♪ To be there for you

♪ To love you all night long

♪ Ah, it's kinda funny but

♪ I don't think you have to look no further ♪

♪ Because I'm right here

[Tray] Dashiki was far more sexually experienced than I was.

She taught me all about foreplay.

Until then, I ain't never done foreplay before.

But then again, who needs foreplay when you're jackin' off?

-♪ Treat you like you're nothing ♪ -Mmm.

♪ When you're worth more than gold ♪

-♪ Girl, to me you're like a diamond ♪ -Ah.

♪ I love the way you shine

-♪ A hundred-million-dollar treasure ♪ -You thirsty?

♪ I'll give the world to make you mine ♪

[backup singers] ♪ La, la-la, la-la

♪ I'll put a string of pearls right in your hand ♪

-♪ Make love on a beach of jet-black sand♪ -[slurping]

-♪ Outside in the rain -Ah.

♪ We can do it all night

♪ I'll touch all the places he would not ♪

♪ And some you never knew would get you hot ♪

♪ Nothing is forbidden when we touch ♪

Nuh-uh, fool! That's the baby's lunch.

♪ Baby, I wanna do

♪ All of the things your man won't do ♪

-♪ Every little -Agh!

-♪ I'll do them for you, Oh, baby ♪ -Ah. Agh! Agh! Aghh!

♪ All of the things your man won't do ♪

-♪ Every little thing I'll do them for you ♪ -Huh?

-Hmm? -♪ Yeah

♪ I'll take you out on a night cruise ♪

♪ On a yacht

♪ Just can't lose 'cause we've got a lot to look forward to ♪

-[moaning] -♪ One, two, what you gonna do ♪

♪ What good is a diamond

-♪ Nobody can see -[moaning]

-♪ I hear he got you all locked down ♪ -[spits]

-♪ But I got the master key -Ooh.

♪ Yeah

[gagging]

[gagging continues]

♪ I wanna take you somewhere ♪

[Dashiki giggles]

♪ Lights down low

-♪ Let me take you to a place where only love goes on ♪♪ -[moans]

-[music continues] -Damn, girl. You're so tight.

Wrong hole, fool!

Oh. My bad.

[squeaking noise]

[Tray] I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

I was losing my virginity to the woman of my dreams.

[moans] Talk dirty to me.

I'm coming! Uhh! Uhh!

[moaning]

What did you say?

Never mind.

-I'll tell you when I wake up. -Ohh!

-Ashtray, wake up! -[mumbles]

What? What's up, baby?

I need to tell you something.

What's up?

-I'm pregnant. -Already?

Are you sure?

I got seven kids. I think I know what I'm talkin' about!

Dashiki, I--I'm not ready to be no father right now.

Oh, so you man enough to come up in me,

but you ain't man enough to take care of what comes out,get my nails and hair done,

pay my rent and get me a new car?

You know what? You ain't nothin' but a little boy.

Ain't all about the size of the boat!

It's the motion in the ocean.

That's not what I'm talkin' about.

As a matter of fact, get out!

-Get outta my bed!Get outta my house! Get out! -Wha--What's--What's up?

-And take your shit with you! -Why you trippin'?

I don't wanna see you no more.

I don't wanna talk to you.

-How--Hey! -Take your shit!

Aw, girl, come on, now. This--Hey, this ain't mine!

-Get outta my house! -Oh!

Get out!

Ohh! [sighs]

[power socket ratcheting]

Order up!

-[shop sounds continue] -Yo, Loc, man. Dashiki's pregnant.

Fool, Dashiki was born pregnant. What else is new?

What else is new? It's mine.

Whoo!

-Thank you. -[Loc] Aw, man. Are you sure?

She said I was the only one she been with

in the past 20 minutes.

-Damn! -Yes! Yes!

And you believed her, huh?

Here you go, sucker-- I mean, brother. Ha.

That'll be $10.38.

Wash them filthy hands.

So what you goin' to do now, Tray?

I don't know.

I'm thinkin' about movin' outta the hood with her.

What?

Aw, fool!

Look here. Let me tell you somethin', Tray.

You could take Dashiki outta the hood,

but you can't take the hood niggas out of Dashiki.

-Hmm? -[siren]

-Aw, damn! Five-O. -Man!

You there! Get out of the truck...

and put your hands in the air.

-[beverages splattering] -Stand on one leg.

With the tip of your finger, touch the tip of your nose.

Now in a circular motion,

rub your stomach and pat your head...

while saying, "Rubber baby buggy bumpers."

[both] Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

-Strike a pose. Now vogue. -[dance music playing]

Now walk slowly toward the car.

[electronic beeping]

We didn't even do nothin'.

What? You think you're tough?

You don't look so tough now, you little nigga.

[whimpering]

I hate you Black bastards. You stink!

I hate your Black skin.

I hate your black pants.

I hate black pepper!

I hate black keys on the piano!

I hate my gums, 'cause they black.

I hate Whoopi Goldberg's lips.

I hate the back of Forest Whitaker's neck.

Aah!

And most of all,

I hate that Black-ass Wesley Snipes!

Move it!

[cell door closes]

-Come on. -Let's go.

Move it.

[Tray] We got arrested...

for bein' Black on a Friday night.

[Policeman] Don't try me, all right?

It was a misdemeanor, so I thought we'd be out right away.

[policemen cheering, shouting]

-Oh! -Yeah!

-[laughing, cheering] -Right there, right there!

-[game beeping] -Oh! Oh!

-[beeping continues] -[onlooker] There you go!

[shouting, cheering continues]

All right. Get in there.

-What's up, youngblood? -What's up?

Swine, my brother?

-Nah. No, thanks. -Let me tell you something.

If you hit a man,

in time... his wounds will heal.

And if you steal from a man,

you can replace what you steal.

And always cross in the green, never in between.

Because the honorable Elijah Muhammad Ali...

floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee.

[Tray] Just thinkin' about spending another minute... with Farrakhan-vict

made me never want to do time in the joint again.

Boy, am I happy to see you, man.

And always remember, my brother:

one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.

Nick, knack, paddy-wack, get a dog a bone.

Two thousand, zero, zero, party--

Oops, outta time! My bacon smellin' fine.

[Preach] Time to play a little Po'nopoly.

[Crazy Legs] Ay, ay, ay y'all. I could get me a Hyundai.

Boo yah! Eleven!

One...

Eleven!

Yeah, baby, I landed on Crenshaw.

Ay, Nigga, I'm putting up shopping centers on my property.

You can't, brotha.

That's the redline district and Whitey won't let you do that.

Ay, that's cool. Then I'll put up liquor stores in every corner.

Yeah hah!

It's my... Hey, give me that.

It's my turn, here we go.

Come on, baby. Magic leg, gimme some luck.

Boo yah! Eleven!

Eleven.

And no ten...

"An all-White jury has just handed out a racially-biased verdict.

You get mad and burn down all your properties."

-Damn! -[all laughing]

You gotta start all over!

Okay, it's my turn I believe.

Nine times to the head.

One, two and that equals nine.

Strong Beach! To all my niggas in the Strong.

-Whoaaa... -I got two crack houses on there.

Pay me! You owe me all the money.

[Legs laughs]

[Loc Dog] Break yo self, nigga!

Gimme them dice.

Ahh... two.

Move me.

Two.

"You just been pulled out your car and severely beaten by LAPD.

The jury awards you $6.2 million dollars."

[Loc Dog] Damn!

"But, because you have less than a high school education,

the lawyers rip you off and you wind up with $2.50.

[all exclaim]

-Hey! -You takin' all my money.

Come on, let's get up on outta here.

-I won. -You didn't win... we just...

I'm on Long Beach, this brother's still on Hill community service...

Well, if you feel like the game is over, then we can leave.

All right.

Uh, Crazy Legs, you gotta problem with that?

Nah, you the winner. Hands down.

Come on, let's go.

-What's up, Toothpick? -What's up?

All ready, we gonna jump this fool in.

Let's do this, Al Dog.

What's up there, little homie? 'Bout ready to do this?

-Yeah, man. I'm ready. -What's up?

What's up?

You been hangin' with the homies in the hood for a while now.

-It's about time we jumped your punk ass in. -That's right.

Let me tell you somethin'. In this world, if you can't swim--

-You bound to dri-z-out. -Yeah.

And if you fall,

-you better pick your punk ass up! -That's right.

And the rest of y'all,

don't cut him no slack!

[Al Dog] Y'all fools get busy.

Let's go. Work him, Dog, work him.

[clapping, stamping ln rhythm]

[all] ♪ G, that is his name

♪ If he can't hang

♪ He's got to get out the game ♪

♪ Yeah, get out the game

-[guy whooping] -♪ G, that is his name

♪ If he can't hang,

♪ He's got to get out the game, get out the game ♪

♪ He's little G, if he can't hang ♪

♪ If he can't hang ♪

[Crazy Legs] We're gonna have to play Po'nopoly again some time.

-[Loc Dog] All right. -[Ashtray] No.

You ain't winning nothin' anyway.

And the money that you do win, I'll jack you for it, fool.

Tie your shoe.

Hey! Which one of y'all is Ashtray?

-I-- -What's up, partner?

Heard you got my boy Toothpick's girlfriend pregnant, partner.

-Me? -Yeah, you.

Uh, hey, brother, man.

What's up?

I don't want any trouble, man. You know, I'm just taking Crazy Legs--

You must not have heard me, partner.

Tray, let me handle this like a gentleman, all right?

Hey, my man, you know. My man sayin' he don't want no trouble.

You know what I'm sayin'?

-But I do! Come here! -[Crazy Legs] Yeah, Loc!

Show that fool!

[Loc Dog] Yeah, here! Get... your... body... down!

Huh, partner? Huh, partner?

Stay right there. We shouldn't--

Aaah!

Oh, yeah, nice execution. I'm gonna give that an eight.

[Crazy Legs laughing]

Yeah, yeah! Make him a cripple like me.

-Stomp him! -La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

-[Tray] After stompin' one of Toothpick's boys, -[groaning]

we knew we had to go get some backup.

-So we went over to our homie Old School's house. -Hey, Loc, man.

Are you sure this guy's gonna have our back?

Hey, Tray, let me tell you somethin' about Old School, all right?

He's the most dangerous O.G. on the set.

Let me tell you young punks somethin'.

I been down in this hood a long time.

I seen a lot of things.

I survived the Watts riots, gang wars.

You know how I did it?

How?

By standin' my ground and havin' my homies watch my back.

-Word! -So don't let nobody mess with your set.

Yeah!

And like me, don't let nobody give you no shit.

-Yeah, Old School. -[woman] Bartholomew?

Bartholomew!

-Come here, boy. -Oh, shit.

What did you say, boy?

I said, "Oh, shoot," Ma. "Shoot."

Didn't I tell you to clean your room?

Oh, Ma, come on.

The gang needs me. I'm their leader.

[Ma] Gang?

You better get in there and clean that room in the next ten minutes...

or else you gonna be walking down the street with three shoes--

Two on your feet and one in your ass, sucker.

Thank you, Mama.

[snickering]

Yeah. So you gonna roll with us?

-I can't. -Why not?

Oh, the police is after you, huh?

Nah, I'm on punishment.

My mom says I can't leave the porch.

-Oh, man! -Come on.

Let's hold the porch down.

Say, that's a nice walker, lady. Cough it up.

Turn around! Give it up!

[walker clattering]

Man, I need to get out of this place.

Fool, what you talking about? Leave the hood?

Fool, this is home sweet home.

-[glass Breaks] -[sighs]

I love the smell of gun smoke in the morning. [inhales deeply, exhales]

Yo, Preach. At least Ashtray got a dream.

That's more than I can say for half the homies in the hood.

-Why, little foots, you got a dream? -Yeah.

I got a dream. [cackling]

-♪ Can't touch this -Yeah.

♪ Let's work 'cause you know Can't touch this ♪

♪ Can't touch this

-♪ Break it down -♪ Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

♪ Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

♪ Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

-♪ Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh -♪ Stop, Hammer time ♪

Aaah!

[cackling continues]

Hey, Loc, I hope you ain't sellin' out on me with no jive-ass dream.

Ah, hell, no. You know I ain't got no self-esteem.

I ain't gonna grow up to be shit, just like you, baby.

-[laughs] -[bottles clink]

White people in the house tonight. White people, where you all at?

-[crowd cheers] -White people?

Oh, there you are.

Hey, hey, you ever be fucking a bitch, right?

And the bitch got three/four kids,

so you know the pussy big.

You know, it's like a room, you know?

You get up in that bitch's pussy like Warp Factor Five and shit.

Hey, people...

Hey, you see a couple of your homies up in there and shit.

Hey, nigga, whatchu doin' up in here?

See somethin' else up in that mother...

What the fuck is that?

Oh, shit...

Hey, baby, we havin' a boy.

Where them pussies hiding at?

They're probably over at that trick's house.

What trick?

Dashiki, fool.

-Ooh, I miss makin' love to her. -Me too.

-What you talkin' about? -I was helpin' you out.

-How was you helpin' me? -You was locked down, fool.

Man, just give me the book.

Nothin' I can read.

Hey, baby. [laughs]

Man, can you hook me up with directions to Crenshaw, man?

Fool, you better get your crusty behind away from me!

Man, I'll suck your dick, man.

What you say to me?

I'll suck your dick, man!

-[Loc Dog] Ah, man. -[zipper zipping]

All right, so what you want to do, my man--

Go to the corner, go about three blocks down and make a right.

-You'll be right there on Crenshaw. All right. -♪ Check it out

♪ Hibbidy-hibbidy and a hop-hop ♪

♪ Hibbidy-hibbidy and a hop-hop Hibbidy hop ♪♪

[gunshots]

-Aaah! -[gunshots continue]

-What should we do? -Run like a bitch, fool!

Mama! Mama!

[Preach] No, man, we goin' to die!

Aaah!

[tires screech, crashing]

Aaah!

[crash]

[laughing] Let's go!

[Crazy Legs] I'm hit. I'm hit!

-Hey, Legs! -[groans]

Legs, you okay, man?

You got hit by the bullets, man?

No, I got hit by a car.

Come on. Hey, nigga.

Let's help him get-- Let's get him in the truck. Hey, get his baby shoe.

Nigga, I know you're crippled, but help me out. Come on.

[screams] Why?

Bring your simple ass, Tray!

[man] Oh, my head. My head!

[man on radio] J-Nug,you all right? Answer me, man. You all right? J-Nug!

-Fuck it! Help! -Sister, sister!

We need a doctor fast!

You know, I went to see Jason's Lyric this weekend.

Ooh, yeah, G Money--

wasn't he cute? Did you see his butt? It was hairy.

I know you didn't think that "ass-fro" was cute.

We need a doctor right now!

Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?

Right now, sister!

[woman screaming]

-What I'm gonna need you to do is fill this form out.

Thank you.

-May I have a pen, please? Thank you. -[sighs]

Excuse me. Do you know where I can get some water around here?

Oh, God!

Here.

-Thanks. -You're number 1,012.

One thousand, twelve. One thousand, twelve.

[woman on P.A.] Number 213. Now serving number 213.

-[Loc Dog] Damn! -Damn, I hope I'm next.

-Come on. -We're gonna do it.

[Tray] Between Crazy Legs being hit in the drive-by,

the Korean store shootings,

jail and Dashiki being pregnant,

-Dashiki, open the door! -I felt like I was about to explode.

[whimpers] Whoo!

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

[whimpering, crying]

[sobbing]

What are you doing?

[sniffling] Trying to win best actor on the Soul Train Awards.

Look, Dashiki,

I'm sorry about last night.

I thought about it

and I want to be a father to my child.

And another thing.

I also realized how much I love you.

And I wanna leave the hood with you.

But there's something we need to do before we go.

[gate closes]

Look, I'm taking the kids and I'm moving out of the hood.

I just wanted them to come say good-bye to their daddies.

Gimme the man.

You're a good brother, Tray. Yeah.

Me?

I've been in jail a long time, T.

Sometimes I feel like a caged animal.

How come you never came to see me, man?

Nigga, I don't know you.

Oh, yeah.

You don't know me. That's right. That's right.

But dig this here, Tray.

Teach my son how to be a man, Tray.

How to be a man.

Gimme some.

Jif!

-Hey, what's up, homes? -Hey.

Hey, man, you got everything?

Cool.

-I'm gonna get some, right? -Oh, nigga, don't even play me like that.

All right. Come on, man.

♪ Hush, I'm coming through with the bum rush, yeah ♪

♪ Killers' full style and dealers' cold brush ♪

♪ What, my style's ridiculous

♪ Who's getting with that "spectaculous" miraculous ♪

♪ Word direct to us from New York ♪

♪ I fall like Dom P. and once popped the cork ♪

♪ I feel a need for real dope ♪

♪ I'm the one who came from the back and blew the brains out of AI Pacino ♪

♪ Ooh, welcome to this tradition of-- Lemme say somethin' ♪

-♪ I'm on a Doug E. Fresh mission ♪ -♪ True

♪ Somebody stop me I'm out of control, please ♪

♪ Before I do autopsies on these MC's ♪

-♪ Open 'em up they're hollow on the inside ♪ -[dings]

♪ No heart pumpin' the organ missin' somethin' ♪

♪ Trueness, yeah they get no pops ♪

♪ Without doubt, I come with the real hip-hop ♪♪

Hey, what's up, Crazy? [laughs]

Hey, brother! How you feelin', man?

How you doin', brother?

Doctor say I ain't ever gonna walk again.

-No, no! -Oh, no!

-Homie. -Homie.

[weeping]

-No. -Fool, get off me!

You've been paralyzed for the last five years.

Oh, yeah. [laughs]

Don't worry, Legs, man.

When I find that Toothpick, I'm gonna smoke him.

No! We need to put an end to all this Black-on-Black crime.

We need to call a truce.

What about that time you shot Byron?

-Ain't that Black-on-Black crime? -Yeah.

-No. Byron was light-skinned. -Oh, yeah.

-Hey, you're about to go to this party? -Yeah.

And, uh, you're gonna be doing some drinking?

A little something.

Let me tell you about drinking and driving, man.

Boy, that shit is fun, man.

Yo, what you do is get yourself a 40, right?

You get on the freeway-- bam--punch it to 85.

Then you turn off your lights, let go of the steering wheel.

-Oh, it will bug you out. You got to try it, man. -Oh, man!

I'm gonna try it.

Hey, why didn't y'all invite me to the party?

Come on, Pop. You know you gotta be 18 and older.

Oh, man.

Besides, it's getting past your bedtime. You brush your teeth?

-Yeah. -Let me see.

-No. There we go. -[groans]

-All right, I'm out. -All right. Hey, hey, hey!

Before you go, why don't you read me,like, a bedtime story, like the good old days?

-All right. Just one. -That's all I need.

All right.

[sighs]

Flip to a good one. Here we go.

"This is the story of Dick and Mary.

Mary lies on the bed and spreads her thighs.

Dick thrusts his large member into her waiting vagina.

-'Fuck me, Fuck me,' Mary screams. -[springs squeaking]

Dick covers her head with a pillow 'cause she's too noisy.

-Yeah. -Dick continues to pound her swollen opening...

'til he climates.

'Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Ohh!

-Yeah. Oh. Oh. -Oh. Oh.'

And he falls asleep."

-Mmm. -Good night, Pops.

[rap music playing]

Domino, nigga! Yeah!

Hey, what's up, what's up, niggas? Hey!

What's up, baby? Hey, what you making, some Jiffy Pop?

-What's up, bro? -What's up, baby?How you doin'? All right.

-What's up, nigga? Black-on-Black crime! -What's going on?

What's up, man?

I got one question. Who's got that chronic, nigga?

-Come on, nigga. -Who got that chronic?

I got that ill killer shit. Guaranteed to fuck you up.

Hey, nigga, light that shit up. Fuck me up.

Hey. Hey.

Ooh!

-Toke! Toke! Nigga, toke! -Whoo!

[all yelling]

-[coughing] -Look at that shit! Ah-ha!

[coughing continues]

-[hacking cough] -Hey, man, he's going into convulsions!

[gagging]

-Man, he ain't breathin'. -He's foamin' at the mouth, man.

Yo, he dead.

Yo, pass that shit!

[laughing, hooting]

Yo, pass that. Whoo-hoo!

Hit it!

-[coughing] -Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

Uh-huh. See, now, that's what I'm talking about, Shabomboo.

So good, so good.

Yeah, nigga's trying to hide the good shit.

Ha-ha!

-Baby, you wanna dance? -[laughs hysterically]

Yes, I do, but not with you.

[laughs]

♪ All right, all right All right, all right ♪♪

Hey, girl, how you doin'? My name is Loc Dog.

-What's your name? -La Quanda.

Whoo! [clears throat]

[laughs] La Quanda, do you have a boyfriend?

No. You know, men always seem to be really intimidated by me.

But I don't know why.

-[chuckling] -You know?

Well, you know, uh--

I can understand how a pretty girl like yourself

might make a man a little sick.

Oh, I mean nervous.

Yeah, well, it takes a really special kind of man to be with me.

-[loud fart] -Ooh.

-You know? -Yeah, well,

let me go find him.

-Damn, girl, you need to slow down with that. -[belches]

[clears throat]

You ain't my daddy, and you ain't payin' any of my bills.

-Mind your business. -[slow music playing]

Ooh! That my song.

[crashing, bottles clinking]

-Hi. [giggles] -[giggles]

Uh, my name is Loc Dog. What's your name?

-Keisha. -Keisha?

-You always this shy, Keisha? -Mm-hmm.

Look here, Keisha, why don't we go back to my place and have a little nightcap.

[giggles] I don't know.

-Mmm? -I just met you.

Hey, girl, the Dog don't bite unless you ask him.

-[growls, laughs] -[giggling]

-Okay. -All right. Come on.

I guess it'll be all right.

Baby, you really love me.

-You know I do, girl. -Mmm.

[dog barking]

[Loc Dog] Hmm.

[Keisha giggles]

Gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu. [chuckles]

Mm-mmm. I really shouldn't.

Mm-mmm. Come on, girl. Ain't gonna hurt you.

-Mm. -Mm-hmm.

It's just that when I drink, sometimes I get a little crazy.

[chuckles] And that's what I want.

[giggles]

See, I don't want you to think I'm a freak or nothin' like that,

because I usually don't even go home with guys when I first meet 'em.

But I just feel so comfortable with you.

Hey, and that's good, girl.

-Whenever you're with me, -Mm-hmm?

I want you to just relax and be yourself.

[moans]

You are so nasty.

-I should be going. -Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, baby.

Relax. Okay?

Just relax.

Don't you go nowhere.

You're in good hands now, girl.

Loc Dog's gonna take good care of you, baby.

You sure... it's okay?

Mm-hmm.

I want you to just be yourself, okay?

I told you I could get a little crazy.

Yeah, you get crazy. Come on.

Okay.

[moaning]

[low voice] All right, motherfucker, let's get it on.

[shrieking]

-[growling] -[shirt rips]

[high-pitched scream]

[growling]

[whimpering]

Oh, no, nigga, you ain't going nowhere.

-[growling] -[whimpering]

[growling, whimpering continue]

-Ahh. -Ahh, fresh air, fresh fish.

-Nothin' like the great outdoors,huh, Pop? -No.

Pop, can we talk, teenager to teenager?

See, I met this girl.

She's pretty special.

She's moving out of the hood in a couple of days,

and I'm thinking about going with her.

[scoffs] Man, who is this girl?

Her name's Dashiki.

Dashiki from over there on Penetration Avenue?

Oh, come on, Pop! Don't tell me you slept with her too.

Oh, no, no. It ain't nothin' like that, son.

-She sure could suck a dick, though. -What?

Oh, nothing, son. Go ahead. Tell me about this girl.

Anyway, I think I'm in love.

So, what? You knockin' boots yet?

-Yeah. -Hold on.

You use a condom?

No.

Good! That's my boy! That's my boy!

Yo, never use condoms, son. They take away all the feelin'.

Yeah. Only thing is,

now she's pregnant.

-I don't know what to do. -[scoffs] Man, look.

Let me give you the same advice my father gave me, all right?

Give up hope. Look at me.

Dreams are for suckers.

Ain't no future for you.

And don't think about gettin' no job, Tray,

'cause a Black man ain't got no place in the work force.

hold up. Let me get this straight.

What you trying to say is,

don't get caught up in the White man's system...

of self-perpetuating unemployment...

and wind up trying to survive on welfare checks and food stamps, right?

Wrong, man! Hell, ain't nothing wrong with no welfare check.

That's called free money. Hell,

our family survived six generations on it.

Thanks, Pop.

You always know what to say, man.

I thought you knew, boy.

My boy Tray.

Gettin' himself some sex.

Yeah.

See, man, right over here.

Gettin' locked up in the city ain't the same.

Get the map!

Fuck it. Let's go twist these niggas in a cat bag, man.

Can't you read, man? It's over here.

Read this. Come on. Let's go.

-Drive! -Let's go.

[kids laughing, chattering]

-What's up, Loc? -What's up, Tray?

[sighs]

Can't believe your mark-ass is finally leavin' the hood.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Me and Dashiki's gonna tie that knot.

-You need to tie a knot in that bitch's tubes. -Naw.

Really.

I actually think we're gonna be all right.

-Hey, why don't you come with us? -What?

Take a road trip in a mail truck?

Fool, that's the stupidest idea I ever heard.

Well, anyway... you just be careful.

Come on now, baby. You're talkin' to Loc Dog. Ha-ha!

You know I'm gonna be all right. [laughs]

Shoot.

Hey, Tray.

Never forget, man.

Either they don't know...

or don't show

or just don't care... about bein' a menace

to South Central while they drink their juice in the hood.

That's what it's all about, Tray.

That's what it's all about.

What the fuck is he talkin' about?

-Hey, what's up, little homie? -What's up?

How you doin', man? Hey, you want some of this?

Make you grow hair on your nuts.

Say, man, don't be giving that little kid no alcohol.

-You ain't his daddy. -I ain't? Hold up.

Dashiki! Bitch, you better give me back my child support money!

[rap music playing]

[creaking]

Yeah. Uh-huh.

-Hey, what's up, little man? -Shh.

Like I was saying, what's up with them hoes tonight?

Take care of my baby, all right? And my truck.

What?

Come on, Tray. You know I'm only playing with you.

[cracks]

Just shoot everything in sight. Everything!

[gunshots]

-Hey! Hey! -Hey, break yourself!

Somebody, help me!

I'm coming!

-[screaming] -[screaming]

Is you okay, snowflake?

Oh, yes, my big chocolate warrior.

Uh-uh.

Dashiki!

Aaagh!

Take that, motherfucker!

-Aaagh! -Ugh!

Take that, motherfucker!

[tires screech]

Hey, man, watch out!

Aaaah!

Hey. You know you fucked up, right?

Yeah, you fucked up. Hear what I'm saying?

[moans]

Hey, Grandma, you got the juice now.

-Oh, go to hell. -[siren approaches]

Damn.

[Dashiki screams]

Tray, I'll marry you. I promise. Just wake up.

I know, sister. I know.

-You're gonna miss him, aren't you? -You damn right!

Where else am I gonna find a pussy-whipped fool to take care of me and seven kids?

[wailing] Oh, Ashtray!

Listen, sister, listen!

You are a strong African-American woman.

And it's because of that I can't be with you.

-[beeping] -Oh, looky there. Time for me to take out the poor White trash.

Oh, Ashtray!

Who you calling whipped, girl?

[gasps] You're alive!

Ow! Ohh!

Oh, Lord, why You do this to me? Oh, Christ, I can't take it!

I can't take it! I can't take it!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my baby!

-Ohh! Ohh! -[groans]

Oh, Mama.

Mama. I swallowed my toothpick, Mama.

Oh, baby, you're okay!

Ohh!

Now, where's my money you stole, you little hoodlum?

Give me my money. I want my money.

-I'll beat the shit out of you! -Okay, okay!

Where's my money?

[Ashtray] Well, that's my story.

As for Dashiki and I, we got married.

[organ playing "Wedding March"]

[people cheering]

[cheering]

Loc Dog went into show business.

I just want to say: fuck y'all, suck my dick, and, uh... lick ass!

[audience cheering]

Preach, he settled down.

Crazy Legs' dream of becoming a dancer finally came true.

[crash]

And as for Grandma, well, she's still Grandma.

[gagging]

[Grandma] Damn! This is some good shit!

[rap music playing

-♪ Resurrector -♪ Yeah, yo

♪ Yes, this shit is raw comin' at your door ♪

♪ Start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪

♪ Yes, the hour's 4:00 I told you before ♪

-♪ Prepare for Mike Fight -♪ And Buster Cold War

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-♪ You start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪ -♪ 100,000 times one

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♪ And his name, Black, attacks the nerve like migraines ♪

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♪ You start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more ♪

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