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[woman on soundtrack] Ha-ha-ha! This is the party.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scooby di doobie di di di ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ Twidily didily di di di ♪

♪♪ ["Bad Boy/Having a Party"]

♪ Everyone's here Let 'em all in ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ The chandelier downstairs has fallen ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ I know it's hard to resist ♪

♪ This is the party No one wanted to miss ♪

♪ If you don't get home On the double ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ You're going to be in trouble ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ I hope your mama don't Look in your room ♪

♪ 'Cause if she does She'll be here soon ♪

♪ Boy ♪

♪ She's gonna be mad ♪

- ♪ You're a bad boy ♪ - ♪ Boy ♪

♪ You got in trouble ♪

♪ Boy ♪

♪ Say goodbye to your friends ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna be a while Till you see them again ♪

♪ Bust a move ♪

♪♪ [hip-hop]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Get it ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Ah, get it ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Get it ♪

[music fades]

[alarm buzzing]

[buzzing stops]

[man] Hey, Chris! You awake?

Breakfast is on the table, boy.

You wanna come down here and eat this shit before it get cold?

It'd help if you wouldn't call it shit, Pop.

It'd help me too if you get your ass down there and eat it.

["Funhouse" playing over speakers]

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

[music fades]

Pop!

Play-- I mean, Peter's having a party and I wanted to...

♪♪ [tender instrumental]

[snoring]

[boot thuds]

[boot thuds]

[music fades]

[Pop] Chris, finish your breakfast, boy!

Yo, man, you are wrong. You know you're wrong.

We're supposed to be homeboys.

Why you pretending like you don't want to DJ the gig, man?

Look, I don't DJ for free anymore.

Plus, you never provide transportation.

You tell me how I'm supposed to get my turntables,

records, and speakers over to anywhere?

Yo, man, I have the house keys as well as the car keys.

My parents, down south, way down south. We're in.

Look, let me rap, and then we'll consider it.

Listen, you already got gonged in the school talent show.

Why you want to embarrass yourself again? I don't know.

Look, I've been practicing. Look, I got the dope lyrics.

- Just give me a-- - Def women, man.

I'mma be hooking you up with, man. This ain't no tackhead party.

- Def women like those. - ♪♪ [lighthearted instrumental]

You like that?

- Do you like that? - I do. I do. I do.

- Yo, check this out. It's playtime. - Hey, hook me up, all right?

She know that's a weave, girl?

Yo, ladies, ladies, ladies.

I know y'all gonna be in attendance at the super-def,

throw-down jizzam of the year.

Sharane, did you hear anything about a party tonight?

Uh-uh. At least not any good ones.

- Ooh! - Yo, wait.

Yo, wait a minute. Don't even try and play me.

I'm not beggin' either one of y'all. Either one of y'all.

- You have before. - And you will again.

Uh... [chuckles] Listen, you know the address, 10:30, and, um...

Yeah, you can bring some friends.

[music fades]

Hey, don't-- Don't play.

Since you're not in a sharing mood, I guess I have to get my own.

Yeah, and while you're over there, give the ladies my regards.

Right.

Stab, I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

No, no, no, don't get up. Don't get up. I'll get you another milk. Okay?

I'll pay for it myself. Okay?

You need a milk? I can get you one.

I'll be right back.

If I was you, I'd kick his fuckin' ass.

[high-pitched] Damn!

You-- You went out like a sucker.

Oh, so if I throw with them, then you got my back?

Of course. You know that. You know that.

I'm your man. I'm the... You know I'mma take...

[both] Hi, Kid.

Hi.

♪♪ [lighthearted instrumental]

Are you finished already? We were just about to sit with you.

Well, I was gonna go back and sit down a little longer, so you should.

Hey, you guys really not coming to the party tonight?

- Why? Should we? - Well, it's up to you.

If you guys weren't going, I'd probably skip it too.

- Well, I think you should go. - We'll probably see you there.

- Maybe. - Okay.

- [Sidney] You should be nice to him. - [Sharane] You started it.

- [imitating Sidney] Why? Should we? - I didn't... Shut up.

[music fades]

♪♪ [dramatic sting]

[Bilal] So, anyway, I was over there, right? And...

Yo, that's twice.

Yo, you conscious motherfucker.

Unless you got a serious sleepwalking problem,

we can straighten that right out.

Yeah, we'll break your legs and kick your fuckin' ass.

Yo, I'll break my leg off up in your ass so far

that you'll be shitting sneaker for a month.

- I've done it before. - Ain't no thing to do it again.

Look, look, look, guys. Why you sweating me, man?

Look, you're wrinkling my school clothes.

Oh, "You're wrinkling my school clothes."

- Ooh! - Ooh!

Yo, wait, wait, wait, wait. What's the problem?

What's wrong? Your mama can't afford no iron?

I'll tell you what. Tell her come on over to Stab.

All right, I'll put her on the stroll. She can save up, get one.

[laughter]

- He can't fuck with you, Stab. - Yo, watch out! Watch out, man!

- Watch it! - [girl] Oh!

Yo, this punk motherfucker throwing shit at us.

[Pee-Wee] I smell something. You smell something?

I definitely smell something out here.

[trio] I smell, I smell. I smell pussy!

- Yo, he's a pussy, man! - Kick his ass!

[grunting]

- ♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental] - [groaning]

[Pee-Wee] Yeah, how you like that, boy? Do it, do it, do it!

- [punch thuds] - [all groan]

- Go, go, go, go, go! - [punch thuds]

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay, now! Now!

- [punch thuds] - [all groan]

[Stab] Okay, fellas! Okay, fellas!

[dishes clatter]

What you got to say now, punk?

Your Shaolin technique is very good.

This guy think we're joking around with-- Whoa!

Yo!

Oh, homeboy, you all right, man? It's over already?

- Aye, yo, Kid, we had your back. - Yeah, way back.

- Oh! - Damn.

I'm sorry I almost hit Mr. Wilson in the back of the head

with the Jell-O fruit cup.

But Stab called my mother a ho. I don't play that.

You see, my mother's dead.

Well, I'm very sorry about your mother, Christopher.

But you can't go around getting into fights

because you have a chip on your shoulder.

Now you're a good student, so I'm gonna send you back to class.

But your father will have to be notified.

As for you, young man, I'm tired of seeing you in this office.

Could you tell me why in God's name you called his mother a garden tool?

♪♪ [suspenseful instrumental]

How mad could he be?

Maybe the school didn't even call him.

[music flourishes, then fades]

[blender whirs]

Chris, I'm so glad you're home.

Sit down. I need to talk to you.

Uh, what's up, Pop?

I'm making me some Dick Gregory. Why, you want some?

Nah. No, no, thanks, Pop.

You know I need this stuff, boy. I got a weight problem.

Can't wait to eat.

Hey, uh, Pop, these the only...

pieces of mail you got today?

All we got is some bills. Why, you want to pay some of them?

[chuckling] No.

[phone ringing]

What--?

Hello.

Bila? Bilyle?

Whatever your name is, what you want?

- Here, it's for you. - I'll take it upstairs.

Now, why them folks name that boy that African name?

Knowin' they from Cleveland.

- Yo, yo, what's up? - Kid, have you talked to Play?

Look, I've been calling his house, ain't nobody answer the phone.

Man, he was supposed to come over here and pick me up.

Nah, man, I haven't spoke to him.

Yo, man, I'm really sweating this pink slip from school.

If my pops finds out I got in trouble in school today,

I'm definitely gonna be on punishment.

Man, you're still worrying about that?

Look, if you ain't got a letter yet...

Yo, then they'll probably gonna call your house after 5.

That's when they expect your parents to be home. I know.

Shit. What do I do?

Look, just leave the house and don't come back

till after the party, that's all.

Wait a minute. I still gotta get dressed. I can't come to the set stinking.

Man, just throw some Brut on and meet me at the party, all right?

[Pop] Chris, get off the phone and come down here!

Yo, yo, I gotta jet, man. I'll see you tonight.

All right, man. Peace.

Chris, don't tie up the telephone tonight, talking to your little friends.

I'm expecting a call for some overtime.

Okay, Pop.

Uh, there's a party tonight at Play's-- I mean, Peter's house.

- Can I go? - On a school night?

I'll make sure I'm back before curfew.

Oh, man. I had plans for us tonight.

I rented a couple of videos.

Dolemite.

You like Dolemite, don't you? You grew up on him.

All right. I guess, if you gotta go, you gotta go.

But after you finish your homework!

No problem, Pop. No problem.

What's wrong with you, man? Don't like Dolemite?

"Way down in the jungle deep, badass lion stepped on

the signifyin' monkey's feet."

- [vacuum whirring] - ♪♪ ["House Party"]

[music stops]

[Kid rapping] Toe to toe, Kid 'n Play is on a roll again.

It's only right that we keep the crowd dancin'.

Rhymes are dope, the tempo is steady.

You ready? Let's rip up the floor like confetti.

Hey, y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today.

[man on TV] Onyx Communications and Hey Love Productions

proudly present Hey Love.

All the commercials they showin' nowadays. God.

Every TV station.

Cut the television off, comin' through the damn walls.

The incomparable Delfonics and much, much more.

Oh, I gotta get this fan fixed.

It was so hot in here last night,

I swore I saw the devil sittin' in the living room.

Shit. Niggas ain't gonna break my mama's good stuff.

- Let 'em fuck with this plastic. - [phone ringing]

[clears throat] What up?

Play Martin in the place to be.

The place to be is my house an hour ago.

Play, if you want a DJ, you better stop smokin' that crack

and drive your mother's raggedy-ass Chevy over here and pick me up!

All right, chill, man. I'll... I'll jet over there for you in one minute.

I don't like fooling with you, man.

- All right. - Come on now!

- All right. - Right now, Play!

- All right! Sheesh. - I know you--

I love you.

♪♪ [sneaky instrumental]

[doorbell rings]

[Pop] Kid, answer the door!

[fan whirring]

- [phone ringing] - Ah-ah-ah-ah!

Answer the door. I'll get the phone.

Hello.

- Yeah. - [music stops]

Yeah, yeah, what's up?

Oh, man. I sure was depending on that overtime.

Uh-huh.

Come on, give me that letter. Are you retarded or something? Shit!

No, man, I wasn't talking to you.

Crazy mop-head boy of mine.

I'm gonna cut his hair off.

Looks like a young tree stump walkin' around here.

Uh-huh. What's old James up to?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, look, let me call you back later. I got somethin' I got to take care of.

Can you explain this? Huh?

He called Mom out a name.

[groans] Don't you think it's been long enough?

I am sick and tired of you using your mother for an excuse

every time you get in trouble.

I wasn't trying to use her as an excuse.

Then why didn't you tell me about this when you first got home?

Why you trying to hide it from me?

- I didn't think it was that important. - Oh, you didn't?

Your school thought it was important.

You know what? You're gonna spend your night tonight

thinking about your priorities after you finish your damn homework.

That's what you gonna do.

Remember, you said I could go to the party.

All them hoods you got in trouble with today

is gonna be at that party,

and you don't need to be gettin' yourself in no more trouble.

It's not gonna be that type of crowd. Look, all my friends are gonna be there.

I don't give a damn if Marvin Gaye gonna be there.

You won't!

You don't know how to act no way.

The last time I let you go out, you didn't come in

until it was time for me to go to work.

Look, Pop, if you let me go out this time, I promise I'll be back before curfew.

Listen, it'd be different if Peter's parents is gonna be there.

I wouldn't mind you going to the party. But they ain't.

They work nights just like I do.

The more I think about it, them folks are going out of town.

You kids think y'all slick, don't you? Oh, no.

Every little step you take will be around this bedroom tonight.

You can believe that. You're not goin' nowhere.

You're gonna make me a social misfit.

Boy, I'm tryin' to make you a responsible person.

But I am, too, responsible.

Listen, get your act together.

Keep your mind on them books and off them gals.

'Cause you'll mess around and make the same mistake I did.

Look, I'm sorry.

Sorry, okay?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.

Under a lot of pressure. I'm just sorry. Okay?

But you ain't goin' to that damn party. I don't give a damn what you say.

That's why, that's why I hate messin' with them.

[muttering]

[rap music playing over car stereo]

[music stops]

What's up, B? We gotta get going. We don't have no time to waste.

- Who's that in the car? - How do you lift this thing?

Who's that in the car, Play?

Oh, that's a honey. No, no. I know what you're thinking.

That ain't for you, but there'll be a whole lot more--

Look, look, look. Play, we got a lot of equipment.

And we can't fit it and three other people in that little-ass car!

Shh, your problem is, you don't know how to load things scientifically.

All right! No! Leave it! You're tearing my shit!

Just-- No! No! Don't!

Shit! What the--? Leave--

Just leave it alone! No! Don't.

Play, leave it alone! Just leave it! I'll do it!

[high-pitched] Leave it alone!

Hey! Hey, I'm...

There it is. We got it. We in.

There ain't no room! Where am I supposed to sit?

She gonna walk. Chick, get out! She's gonna walk!

- No! She's gonna walk! - Of course you can fit.

- Try the other side, man. - No. No!

- You can get in right over-- - [girl] Play!

- Play! - Excuse me one minute.

- Yes, baby? - Uh-uh.

I don't even appreciate how you treatin' me.

I'm real sorry, baby. I do appreciate the way you look though.

No, no, no. Don't touch me. Don't touch me!

Um...

I'll tell you what.

I'll run this stuff over to my crib and be right back for you.

Be right back? Be right-- Kiss my ass!

You gonna take my equipment and leave me? No! No!

I ain't goin' for it! No!

- What else can I do? - Come here.

Kick that bitch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment!

- I'm the DJ, man! - Bitch? Who you callin' a bitch?

- Your mama's a sorry bitch. - My mama ain't no bitch.

- If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch. - I'll kick your ass!

- I'll fight a girl! - All right already.

All right, all right. Listen, man. Listen, man. I can't do that.

It would be too cold. Besides, she's packed in here real good.

Look, no, no. No!

You know what, man? I fucked up today.

- I fucked up. - Oh.

I owe you one, and I'll be right back for you.

- [engine starts] - No. No.

- No, you ain't. - He's got nerve.

[Bilal] I'll kick both of your asses. Don't do that shit!

Play, don't play.

Don't. Eh, oh, man. Don't do that, Play!

Play, don't drive off.

Play, I'mma say it calmly 'cause maybe I was hollering.

Play, don't play.

- Play! - [Play] I love you!

[Bilal] Play! Damn!

♪♪ [mellow instrumental]

[music stops]

[man] Hold on, man. Somebody's at the door.

[groans] Ain't nobody. It's Sidney.

Yeah, she's a-- She's a trip, man.

Yeah, you know who she is. [speaking indistinctly]

Hello!

Girl, go ahead and wait in the living room.

With your big nose.

[music playing on TV]

- Punk. Hi, everybody. - [man on TV]... Hey Love.

[man] No, man, I said 12:00. I didn't say no 8:00.

Black people don't go to a party no 8:00.

- Sharane! - [Sharane] I'm coming!

[man] There's gonna be some fine women at the party.

Why you gonna bring a girl with you?

[man on TV] The incomparable Delfonics and much, much more.

This is a fantastic album, man.

- Let me borrow it. - No, my brother.

You've got to buy your own.

Come on, girl!

I said I was coming. You always rushin'.

- Whazzup? - Whazzup, whazzup, whazzup?

Oh, wait, wait. My nails are wet.

Come on, let's go outside while they dry.

[man] Man, oh, man. Leave her at home, man.

She's ugly, man.

I can't wait to do that dance. You know the one we've been doin'?

- Oh, wait, I'm comin' back out. - You move, you lose.

- Oh, come on, Sharane. Damn! - Bye.

Oh, she get on my nerves.

I don't know if I like my outfit.

Why? You matchin'.

That's what I mean. I think I match too much.

I told you about putting together them Garanimal outfits, girl.

- Shopping at K-Mart. - Why you tryin' to dis me?

- Why you dissin' me? - You want some Kool-Aid?

Peanut, bring us two glasses of Kool-Aid!

You know I'm gonna be asking you to borrow that tomorrow.

- There ain't no more. - Well, make some.

- I ain't givin' 'em to you neither. - Why?

- [Peanut] Sharane! - What?

- Grape or red? - Red.

Peanut, fix me some of that Dick Gregory.

Who's supposed to be there tonight?

- Play. - Mmm.

[Sharane] Mmm.

Oh, dragon-breath Bilal.

And, uh, your man, Kid.

- You go, girl. - [exclaims]

- Yours. - Don't even try it!

That is your man. You know you like him.

I don't know why you keep sweatin' him so hard.

All right, he got a cute thing happenin'.

He's just so young-actin' though.

He needs to chill from hangin' with his crew so hard and grow up.

Then maybe I'll give him some.

Oh, you ain't givin' nobody nothin'.

- Don't even try it! Watch what? - Watch. Watch.

And I'm gonna give you details blow-by-blow. Watch!

- Yeah, right. - I'm gettin' my coat.

- Okay. Bye, everybody. - Bye.

Bye, Grandma.

You can drink that, Peanut. We out of here.

Look at all that sugar.

Just thinkin' about drinking that stuff makes my teeth hurt.

That's good, girl. What you talkin' about?

♪♪ [sneaky instrumental]

[man on TV] ♪ Way down In the jungle deep ♪

♪ The lion stepped on The signifyin' monkey's feet ♪

♪ The monkey said Motherfucker can't you see? ♪

♪ You're standin' on my goddamn feet ♪

[door closes]

- ♪♪ ["Bad Boy/Having a Party"] - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scooby di-bi-di di-bi-di ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ Twidily didly di di di ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

[music fades]

[vehicle approaching]

[laughter]

[R&B music playing over car stereo]

[metal clunks]

[music stops]

[indistinct chatter]

B-love, yo, bust it!

What's up, coz?

Bet you thought I cut you out there, but I came as promised.

I ain't goin'.

- What you mean, you ain't goin'? - Look, read my lips.

I been waiting on the porch an hour just to tell you I am not going.

Oh, man, you're just a little upset--

Man, do you know? This is why I don't DJ for free.

'Cause niggas don't be appreciating shit.

- I don't appreciate nothin'? - No!

- I don't appreciate nothin'? - No, you don't.

Man, take a look in that car. Take a look in that car.

There's too many for me to handle.

They all goin' to the party and all they asked about was:

- "Who's the DJ?" That's right. - [chuckles]

So I brought them over here, so you could get the jump-start

before the other brothers.

Yeah, is that supposed to convince me?

Ladies, B-love's in the house.

Ew, dragon-breath.

Who you talkin' to?

♪♪ [suspenseful instrumental]

- [music fades] - Hey, look at this hair. Hey, Eraserhead.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Where you going? - Why do you want to know?

Hey! We'll ask the questions, you answer them.

Yes, sir.

You wanna check him for ID?

- We're out of doughnuts. - What?

Oh, Jesus, let's go.

Hey, you! You watch yourself, you understand?

'Cause we are.

Thank you, Cagney and Lacey.

[blows a raspberry]

- [tires screech] - Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

♪♪ [dramatic sting]

♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental]

[tires screeching]

- [Kid] Oh, man, my rhymes! - [Pee-Wee] Roll it back!

- Smash him! Kill him! - [Zilla] Get him! Get him!

[Stab] Motherfucker, unh-unh!

[music stops]

[panting]

[bedsprings squeaking]

[Roughouse] Yeah! Yes, baby, yeah!

Yeah! Whose pussy is this, baby?

- Who? - [woman] Roughhouse!

- [Roughhouse] Whose pussy, baby? - Oh, shit.

Oh, you fine motherfucker! Oh, shit!

You fine motherfucker, you. Come here! Give me that pussy!

Oh, shit! Ah, damn!

Ooh, right there.

Right there! Oh!

[bedsprings squeaking]

[Pee-Wee] Let me-- Let me see! Wait, wait. Let me see!

Yes! Yes, baby, right there!

- ♪♪ [rap] - Yes, yes.

Yes, baby! Yes!

[Kid yells]

- [Kid] Oh, shit! - There he is, mother--

[gunshots]

[music stops]

- What was that? - Jive motherfuckers!

- Stay away from this motherfuckin' window! - [dog barking]

Fuckin' peep-freaks.

[panting]

[hip-hop music playing over car stereo]

Yo! Yo, yo, yo!

Yo, wasn't that Kid?

Was it? Yo, I gotta get to the party, man.

Ain't no room in here anyway.

Oh, that's cold.

Hi.

- Aw, man. - [siren approaching]

Oh, shit!

[generic rock music playing over speakers]

Here's another dusty one for you dusties.

Hope you all got your Medicaid together.

- Who's that? - [Kid] Hey, Pops.

What's happening over here, man? What they got you doing?

What's to it, man? Playin' for the elephant graveyard, man.

Dead tired. It's a gig, man.

[Kid] What you got in the crate over there?

Some Platters, some Ink Spots, Mills Brothers, Count Basie,

Big Joe Turner.

I'll tell you what, man, you grab some of 'em old sides,

slap 'em on the turntable, get a little of this scratchin' and mixin' goin' on.

I'll grab the microphone and we can get busy, man.

- Do that again. - Look, you just grab--

- [indistinct chatter] - [music stops]

[record scratching]

[jazz music playing over speakers]

- Let's kick his-- - Yo, chill.

The punk is mine.

Kick it, Pops!

[rap music playing over speakers]

- One, two. One. - [feedback whines]

One-one-two. One-two. Hey, everybody.

My name is Kid and I wanna know how y'all feelin' out there?

You feelin' all right? Come on, just throw your hands in the air.

Oh, come on, just wave your hands in the air, come on, just wave.

Wave your hands in the air! That's right. Wave.

Come on.

Throw your hands in the air, all right?

Wave your hands in the air. Throw, throw...

- [grunting] - [music stops]

- Oh, dear! - What are you doing?

- Get the hell back there! - [choking]

I'm crazy, now. You want to see how crazy I am?

What you lookin' at, man? I ain't the man in the mirror.

Yo, Mandingo, leave the brother alone.

Sucker, you want a little part in your hair?

Lighten up.

- [Kid coughing] - Yeah, I did it.

I might cry two tears in a bucket. Fuck it. Let's take it to the stage.

- [crowd gasps] - ♪♪ [rap]

[man grunts]

Sorry, sir.

- I told you they didn't belong here. - [siren approaching]

I knew they didn't belong here.

[music fades]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man] Look, officer, it was just an accident.

[woman] And we don't wanna press charges.

Well, these kids have been in a few accidents this evening.

I don't think you should let this slide by.

They need discipline, not solitary confinement.

That's true.

Thank you very much.

Too scared to make a statement.

- They're not gonna talk? - Nope.

They're not gonna--? They're not gonna press charges?

Nope.

You perpetrators were very lucky tonight.

Apparently, these people aren't gonna press charges.

So you're gonna get up,

go home,

and go to bed.

But before you do...

I want you to repeat after me.

What...?

- [cop] I am... - What?

- I am! - Come on, with feeling.

[boys] I am...

- Somebody. - [boy] Somebody.

- Oh, really? Please. - This is ridiculous.

All right, that's good.

Now get up and go home.

Beat it!

- Whoa! Hold it! - Hey, hey, hey! Let him go.

- You go that way. - Shit!

[hip-hop music playing over speakers]

[indistinct chatter]

- The place to be. - Hey, you got some gum, man?

I ain't got no gum, no away.

- Groove! - What's up, Play?

Chill! Herman, man.

Come on, make yourself at... home.

Too many hard-legs here. Need more women.

[music continues]

LaDonna! How you doin', baby?

You lookin' real good.

How about giving me those digits?

Step off.

Yo, baby! I'm taking you places, meetin' people.

- Clinton, homes! - Yo, what's up, buddy?

What's up? Glad to see you could make it, man.

Yo, Play, I want you to meet my lady. Um, uh...

- Benita. - Yeah.

How you doin', Benita? It's a pleasure to meet you.

I hope I have the opportunity of gettin' a dance with you later.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

- Play. - Hey, LaShay, how you doin'?

Don't you have any refreshments around here?

Some soda or potato chips, something?

You should've gotten here earlier.

I had everything, liter bottles, potato chips, the whole shebang.

Brothers went through it.

I always get here too late for the snacks.

Uh, there's a store right up the street. Anything you want. Help yourself.

Mama should have fed you before you got here.

This ain't no soup kitchen.

- Yo, what's up, man? - What's up?

Glad you showed up, man.

- What's up with your pops? - Yo, you know how it is, man.

How much more trouble can I get into?

- A beatdown's a beatdown. - Yo, man, I hear you.

Since you're here, let me announce you. Yo, y'all look who fell into the gig!

Yo, make yourself at home.

Yo, put my stuff in a spot, please.

- You got it. Don't worry. - All right.

What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up?

What's up, girl?

- Yo! - [Bilal laughs]

- What up? - What up, B? How you livin'?

Coolin', coolin', yo!

Cover the labels. Niggas can't bite your shit.

Ah, that's smooth. Yo, you brought the mic?

Ah, yeah.

But look, man, it's for Play.

Look, it's his party, he say he's the only one that's gonna rap.

What? That mumble-mouth motherfuck.

Look, look, I'm the one with the dope lyrics.

I just gotta go for mine tonight. Fuck that.

Get my lyrics together.

Oh, man!

[music continues]

Work, Sharane!

Where you at?

Go, girl!

Go, girl!

Ow!

♪ Oh, ho, hey ♪

♪ This is how the story goes ♪

[thuds]

[thuds]

- Hey! - So, what's up?

Yo, Chill. Chill, don't bump the table, I appreciate it.

Play something I can dance to and I won't.

Yo, Chill! Chill!

Don't bump the table. I'm tryin' to mix.

You call that mixin', man? I just helped you out.

Thank you!

Next time, I'm gonna fuck him up, that's it.

- [woman snoring] - [party noise in background]

What the...?

What the hell's going on here?

Hey, shut up all that damn noise! This ain't Soul Train.

Where's Don Cornelius with his stiff neck?

Hey, hey, hey, you shut up all that damn noise.

I paid $15,000 for this house.

Who else is over there, Public Enema? What's his name?

Public Enemy, Public Enema? What the hell is a Public Enema anyway?

- Who gonna give a Public Enema? - Walter.

Hey, brother, you by yourself. What's wrong, brother? [chuckles]

Maybe that big water head you got.

Hey! Shut up all this damn noise!

Hey, baby.

Yes, you have got some nice ones.

- Walter! - Oh, baby, shut up.

I'm just playing with these little kids.

You should find out what she eatin', maybe you can get you some.

Hey, y'all shut the hell up down here!

I got something for your ass. You stay right there.

You stay right there. Ain't this a bitch?

What the hell's goin' on around here?

[keypad beeping]

- What are you doing? - Callin' the police.

For what?

These kids are drivin' me crazy with all this damn noise.

Call them on yourself. You the one makin' all the noise.

I got the wrong number too, baby. Hold on one second.

Go dance now with your big ass. Go dance!

911?

I'll hold.

[rap music playing over speakers]

[both] Ooh! Scandalous!

Sharane, man. That girl is Nubian.

Tellin' you, she's the finest girl in here.

That ain't hard to be in here, but still...

You know, I'm getting those digits.

Don't play yourself, man. You ain't got no rap.

She don't know that.

Sweet daddy!

Hey, why you cock-blockin' me, man?

Man, it ain't like that, man. We go way back.

I used to go with her in third grade.

- I don't remember that. - I was your guy.

- For three days. - [Sharane] Ha-ha! Why you trippin'?

Let's just make sure we don't trip on the dance floor.

♪ I didn't need you ♪

- ♪ I've got to have your love ♪ - ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Got to have your love ♪

♪ I was empty and cold ♪

♪ Taking my heart You're taking my soul ♪

♪ All my dreams Once revolved around you ♪

♪ But now I see you in this place ♪

♪ Same pretty hair, same pretty face ♪

♪ And I'm wondering What wrong did I do? ♪

Yo, man, why these cops keep sweatin' us, man?

They always fuckin' with us. They're always fuckin' with us.

Glad they're gone, man.

- Damn. - Look at us, fellas.

Look, this is not right.

We're nervous, we're tense, we see cop cars followin' us,

and we just go to pieces.

- This ain't us! - This ain't the way, man.

But you know, I know there's a reason behind all of this.

Yo, yo, and I know what the reason is, man.

All 'cause of some faggot, head-like-a-rocket,

stick-your-finger-in-a-socket, punk motherfucker named Kid.

- That's who I'm talkin' about! - Yo, I'm tellin' you, man.

Ever since this fool came into my life, I can't do nothin' but see him, man.

I mean, I'll be alone with my woman sometimes

and I'm damn near about ready to wax that ass

and all I can do is vision this fool, man.

- [both] Word? - Word.

I don't know about that.

- I don't know about you! - Too far.

But I know when it comes to my dick action,

all I can think about is the pussy, you know what I'm sayin'?

He must have a mental block or something.

- Yo, Pee-Wee, you know what I mean. - [Pee-Wee] I was just joking.

[Stab] Yeah, I'm gonna drop your bozo-ass like a bad cold.

[Pee-Wee] Why don't you just chill the fuck out?

Y'all just stand behind me, I'm gonna put the serious bum-rush in effect

and we in the house.

I get it, so we'll just be housin' the party.

Yeah, we'll make it like a real house party.

- W-we be housin' shit. - Word.

Look, officer, I spent $15,000 for my house.

I don't wanna hear no goddamn Public Enema around here.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

- [boy] Shut up, old man! - Yeah, all your asses are old.

Mr. So-and-so will be over here in a minute. Hold on one second.

Yes, sir, yeah. 4789, yes, come on over right now, goddamn it!

What you mean, don't curse at you?

You're cursin' at me, goddamn it. Fuck you too! All right!

Hey! Hey!

All that goddamn noise.

Officer, you wouldn't believe the skirt this girl got on here.

It's two inches above the thing. You know what I'm talkin' about. Yes, sir!

[hip-hop music playing over speakers]

- [softly] Damn. - Hi!

Let's do this... girl. Ha-ha.

Oh, oh, huh, the time is--

I'm sorry, Bilal. I just finished dancing.

What? Why girls be gettin' tired real quick?

It's hot in here and I know my hair is through.

Come on, girl, put some use to them corns on your feet.

Maybe later, okay?

Look, you done turned down 30 brothers.

Don't make me walk all the way back there

after climbing from around the DJ table,

crossing the room, obviously, to ask you to dance.

I'll be the object of ridicule.

Bilal, there's a lot of girls in here not dancin'.

[Bilal] You wanna know why? Because they are homely.

They need to be home, getting as much beauty sleep as possible.

And what you think they say about you?

- What, you heard something? - Ooh, no. Sharane!

Hey, yo, Kid, what's up? You enjoying yourself or what, my brother?

- Oh, yeah, definitely. - Yo, I've known you for too long.

What's that look in your eye? Who you scheming on, Sidney or Sharane?

- Actually, I kind of have my eye on-- - Sidney. Sidney's the one for you.

I'm scooping Sharane. She wants me.

- Oh, she does? - Every day!

Besides that, with a father like you got, you can't be dealin' with no project girl.

Wait, you gonna ill out on a girl just 'cause she live in the projects, man?

No, no, no, you got it all wrong, man.

With a father like you have, you have no privacy.

You don't have a car, and do you have any money for a motel?

- Nah, I don't. - You see my point?

And with a project girl, man, someone's always home.

You know what I'm sayin'? And that's gonna mess with your datin' time.

That's mating time, you know what I'm saying?

And how's it gonna look watching television with Uncle Fester?

- It's Uncle Otis. - Whatever.

But Sidney, she has a home, you know what I'm sayin?

A house with a rec room. You know what time it is.

You know what I'm sayin'? Go downstairs in that basement.

Sofa bed. Pow! You're in.

- Why you tryin' to play me? - I'm not trying--

Yo, just 'cause you don't have nice stuff at your crib,

there's no sense to be messin' with my mother's shit.

[music continues]

Yo, man, your liver gonna shrivel up like a prune.

Woo! It's hot! Whoa! All right. [clears throat]

Kid, become a man, come on. Drink some of this.

Nah, nah, nah, man. You better slow down yourself, man.

That monkey oil is gonna mess you up good.

I tried to tell him, man.

Kid, you my man, 50 grand and all, but I'm tellin' you'll be going

out on the sauce if you're not down with this.

This stuff here.

makes your dick hard.

I'm talking cock-diesel, baby.

Yo, kid, man, do that dance step you was doin' out there on the dance floor.

I've been trying to get that all night, man.

Nah, nah, I really don't feel like it--

- Yo, come on, man! - Nah, nah. I'm really not in the mood.

- I'm not in the mood. - All right.

Don't do it, then. I'll learn on my own.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Don't give up so easy. I'll teach you.

I knew you wouldn't go out on me like that.

I'll teach you. I'll teach you.

Yo, cool, man!

Now, this is very complicated.

["Ain't My Type Of Hype" playing over speakers]

[Chill laughing]

- What are you doing? - This ain't aerobics class.

You can't do it.

- Is that a challenge? - I think it is.

- You better come on out here. - Come on!

- Come on! - Bust it!

- And look, drunk. Drunk. - [laughing]

- Should we do this? - Come on, let's do this.

♪ Or do ya make love How do ya live ♪

♪ Do ya give or do ya take love ♪

♪ Girl, you so fine, could you be mine ♪

♪ Or do I slack in the back Of a wic-wic-wack line ♪

♪ Yeah, the fruit looks right But that ain't my type of hype ♪

♪ Yeah, right ♪

♪ Act your age ♪

♪ Not the size of those pants your wear ♪

♪ So tight, you look ripe ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Oh, don't be movin' me.

♪ With your head on up in the sky ♪

♪ Oh, why ya wanna mess around With so many guys ♪

♪ We used to have fun ♪

♪ Thought you'd be the one To be by my side ♪

♪ But o-o-o-h I was wrong ♪

♪ I thought your love was strong ♪

♪ But it was so weak That I could not compete ♪

♪ Girl, you're such a freak h-ho-ho, oh ♪

♪ You look so good You look so good ♪

♪ Ain't my type of hype, baby ♪

♪ Me and you was crazy cool ♪

♪ Your love's so fine ♪

♪ Your love's so fine ♪

♪ Ain't my type of hype, baby ♪

♪ Ain't my type of hype, oh, oh, oh ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Go, go ♪

♪ Go three times ♪

♪ Go, go ♪

- They went to that Rerun Dance School. - Oh, just go ahead!

You go ahead.

- Do something! - What you got?

♪ Don't play, don't play ♪

♪ With the sucker you think I am ♪

♪ A girl like you just has to have ♪

♪ More than one man ♪

♪ This I know ♪

♪ But I can't hang ♪

♪ Girl the type of hype that ya giving ♪

♪ Ain't the way I'm livin', baby ♪

♪ Yeah, we used to be tight ♪

♪ Everything was right ♪

♪ Used to make love ♪

♪ Each and every night ♪

♪ Baby, you know We were so good to go ♪

- ♪ So good to go ♪ - Switch!

♪ Ain't no fashion show ♪

♪ Ya acting like a ho-ho-ho-ho ♪

♪ You look so good ♪

♪ You look so good ♪

Switch!

♪ Me and you was crazy cool ♪

♪ You look so fine, you look ♪

Switch!

♪ Ain't my type of hype, baby ♪

♪ Ain't my type of hype ♪

♪ Go, go ♪

♪ Hype ♪

Yo, Bilal! Switch again!

[laughs]

[Kid] Come on, man. Switch!

[yells]

- ♪ Hype ♪ - ♪ You're just a type ♪

♪ Of propaganda in the land Of supply and demand ♪

♪ A girl without a mind ain't human They gotta be more than ♪

♪ Just a butt that's boomin' ♪

♪ Assuming there's room In my life for a lover ♪

♪ Undercover, not the one that'll Hover over me like a bird ♪

♪ Full Force says word Uh, I ain't with that ♪

- ♪ Yes, girl, ya better kick that ♪ - ♪ Girl ♪

♪ We used to have fun ♪

♪ Thought you'd be the one To be mine, to be by my side ♪

- What? - Did you see how Kid was all up on me?

- On you? - Yes!

Girl, he was so far up on me, I could not move.

Wait a minute.

I thought you said he was, uh, young-actin'.

I did, but I also said he was cute.

♪ Ain't my type of hype, baby ♪

Switch!

I do everything I can for him and he don't come home

like he's supposed to.

Boy, he must be out of his mind.

He don't pay no bills around this house.

Give him another minute and that's it.

What's wrong with this watch?

Minute don't take that damn long.

Shit! I know where he at. I know where he at.

♪♪ [suspenseful instrumental]

I'm gonna kill him if I see him.

I should have never married that white woman.

- Hold it right there! - Aw, shit.

- [indistinct radio chatter] - [music fades]

Hey, you. Where are you goin'?

I'm goin' to mind my fucking business. That's where I'm goin'.

Do you have a problem with that, officer?

[chuckles] Again with the questions.

What is this? Jeopardy?

No, it ain't Jeopardy. It ain't Monopoly either.

And I ain't goin' to jail.

[both] Freeze!

Goddamn! You all sound like a set of bookends, man.

[cop] Put your hands on top of your head.

- Shit. - [cop] Top!

- Lean back. - I know why you stopped me.

I know why.

'Cause I'm a poor Black man in a Black neighborhood

on a Black block, and y'all just wanna bust my Black ass.

- No, no. - You look suspicious.

- Ain't that a bitch? - Yeah, you look suspicious.

And you definitely look Black. Turn around.

Your wife likes it though, bitch.

- Man! - We're responding to a 415.

Disturbance in the neighborhood. You could be coming from that disturbance.

That's why we stopped you.

Man, the only fucking disturbance is you fucking with me!

Hell, don't think I can't read no badge numbers, chump!

Boyd and Warnarski.

- Yeah-- - I'll turn your ass in.

Okay, that's enough. Okay? [clears throat]

- Watch your attitude, okay, pal? - Ain't that a bitch?

- Go home! - Fuck you.

Officers of the goddam law!

- Go. - [Pop] I'm not ready to go home.

Go home, pal.

- Yeah. - Go.

You don't know who you fucking with.

I'm from a small town called "Fresh off a cop's ass."

You're making me homesick.

Let me find that damn boy. Head look like a whisk broom.

- [rap music playing over speakers] - Sharane and Sidney!

The two finest women in here. Now, how could a man choose?

He better choose right.

Mm, it's like that, huh?

Sharane, you are crazy. You know that?

You know, I really like that outfit you got on.

- It really likes you too. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, and you got the boots. Mmm-mmm.

- You like my boots? - Oh, yeah!

Oh, look at your hair. Your hair looks so nice.

You got the whole braid goin' and everything.

- That's my jam! - [Bilal] Check out this mix.

- Right on. - [boy] Hey, Sharane!

- Chill, brother, I got this. - [Kid] Ah, dope!

["Why You Get Funky On Me" playing over speakers]

Hey!

- Yo, baby. - Let's do it, darling.

You wanna dance, baby?

♪ I'm the B-I-G, let's do it ♪

- Would you like to dance? - No.

You sure you don't wanna dance? This the jam.

I'm quite sure.

- Well, can I sit down? - It's a free country.

You know, when I saw you turn that other guy down,

I knew that the odds were against me that you'd dance with me.

Don't take it personal.

I didn't take it personal when you asked me

after you asked Sharane.

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, Sidney?

Uh, what's your middle name?

Latoya.

Hmm, Sidney, that's a name. That's a nice name.

- You sure you don't wanna dance? - I'm still tired.

- My feet! - Your feet.

You know, your mother should buy you a bigger shoe size. That would help.

You know, that outfit you got on is really nice.

- That's Pierre Cardin, right? - No.

I knew it. I knew it wasn't Pierre Cardin.

All right, fellas. It's time to go to work!

[crowd] Yeah.

["Always and Forever" playing over speakers]

You sure you don't wanna dance?

[chuckles]

Maybe on a fast song. I'm really not into slow songs.

Whazzup?

Wanna dance?

Can't you see I'm trying to talk to my girl?

You know, I should've sat out the last one like you did.

I'm about to die.

You ready to go yet?

- What's wrong with you? - Wait a minute.

You can't go until you give me what you owe me.

Owe?

I mean, uh, just a dance. One more dance?

It's getting late.

- We're getting ready to go. - Well, look, let's just dance right now.

Look, I usually don't dance on slow records.

But I'll make an exception if you promise not to grind on me.

[snickers] Come on!

And don't be feelin' on my butt.

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ You really care ♪

♪ And we'll share tomorrow ♪

Man!

You so soft and comfy like my hush puppies.

[exhales]

You so warm and fluffy like a buttermilk biscuit.

Shoot.

You make me wanna squeeze tighter and tighter.

Nah, nah, I ain't gonna lie.

You make a motherfucker wanna sing.

[off-key] ♪ Always and forever ♪

♪ Each moment with you ♪

♪ It's just like a dream to me ♪

♪ And you ♪

♪ That somehow ♪

♪ Came true ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

[singer] ♪ Will still be the same ♪

♪ 'Cause we've got a life of love ♪

♪ That won't ever change and ♪

♪ Every day ♪

♪ Love me your own special way ♪

♪ Melt all my heart away... ♪

[Play] Oh, honeys. Oh, yes.

Oh, no! Yo, fellas!

- [boy 1] Yo! - [boy 2] Yo!

- [Play] It's cool, it's cool. - [Stab] Here, here.

- What's the problem? - Yo, there is no problem, man.

No hoods allowed here at my party.

- Oh, hoods, huh? - Yeah, hoods, that's right.

Man, why don't y'all go and rob a liquor store or somethin'?

Why don't you quit playin'?

I'm not playin', but if I would've known you were comin',

- I would've had metal detectors. - Oh, that shit is real funny.

Yeah, real funny!

Yo, man, don't touch my body.

Oh, I hear that, big man. Don't touch his body.

Hey, look at that man. Bunch of punk motherfuckers, man.

- Hey, Zilla, y-y-you smell something, man? - I definitely smell something out here.

You smell something, Stab? I smell...

[trio] I smell pussies!

- [Stab] Yo, man, forget this. - Forget all these chumps.

- Well, um, yeah. - Well...

I guess we would smell like pussies to a bunch of dicks!

Shit!

Yo, yo, it's cool. Yo, yo forget this, man!

I don't wanna hang out with these suckers, no way, you understand?

But what I would really like to do is hurt that punk Kid

standing behind you.

If he's any kind of real man, he'd come out here, step to me,

and we squash this.

- That's right, punk! - Let's get him when he's by himself.

- Punk, man. - [Pee-Wee] Too many people around, man.

- Come on. - Hey, Stab.

I'd really love to come out and play with you,

but I'm a little busy right now with your girl on my lap.

[Stab] Shit, motherfucker.

You okay, man? Your shoulder okay? Fuck this, man! Motherfuckers.

[all sigh]

Yo, we can't let them get away with that, man.

You see what happened, man?

What we oughta do is go back inside and kick some fuckin' ass.

Do you realize we just got dissed by some punk motherfuckers?

We just got dissed by some motherfuckers!

- In front of their girls. - In front of their fuckin' girls!

- I ain't goin' out like that. - I know I ain't goin' out--

I ain't goin' out.

All right, cool. Finally a program I'm with.

- Whatever this is, I'm with this. - [Pee-Wee chuckles]

Oh, I hear that. I hear that.

We bust their ass as they come runnin' out the burnin' house.

- You got it, all right. Let's do this. - Burnin' house?

Burnin' house.

Hey, yo, Stab, hold on for a second, man.

I-I was just talking about goin' inside and just kickin' some fuckin' ass,

- not burnin' people up. - Yeah, man. Now you goin' too far.

W-w-wait. What is this? Y'all frontin' on me?

Wait, wait, wait. [sniffing]

- Hmm, do I smell pussy? - Yo, man, I ain't no pussy, man.

Yo, shut up! Squash that, man, come on!

- Fuck is wrong with him? - I don't--

- Yo, come on! - Come on, come on.

Hey, Stab, man. What's the matter with you?

Why you wanna burn these people up?

Come on, come on.

- [dance music playing over speakers] - Bilal, what's up with the mic?

Easy! Thank you. I don't know.

Play and Kid got a urge to make a fool of themselves in public!

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, baby.

Let me show you how to hold a piece of steel.

- Scared of you? - And you should be.

- Well, go on, then. - I will.

[clears throat] Ah, one-two, one-two.

Yo, give me a little volume on this microphone, man.

Let's get this party jumpin'. All the ladies, all the ladies.

- [record scratching] - ♪ All the ladies in the house say ow ♪

- [girls] ♪ Ow ♪ - ♪ Say Ow ♪

- ♪ Ow ♪ - ♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Homeboys make some noise ♪

♪ I said, homeboys make some noise ♪

♪ Let me hear you say ho-oh ♪

- [boys] ♪ Ho-oh ♪ - ♪ Say ho-ho ♪

- ♪ Ho-ho ♪ - ♪ The roof, the roof ♪

Man, y'all like that old prehistoric stuff.

[all] ♪ We don't need no water Let that motherfucker burn ♪

- ♪ Say what ♪ - [all] ♪ Burn, motherfucker ♪

- [Play] ♪ What? ♪ - I don't believe this.

Didn't the Sugarhill Gang do that rap?

[all] ♪ The roof is on fire ♪

♪ We don't need no water Let the motherfucker burn ♪

Yo, who got a light?

How about a Bud Light?

Ah, shit!

Get in the car.

- Shit! - [car door slams]

Yo, yo, fuck you toy cops, man!

All right, hold it. Don't call it in.

- Why not? - Why bother with the paperwork?

- We can handle this shit ourselves. - What you got in mind?

Let's take 'em down to the docks.

- Nobody can hear 'em scream. - [Pee-Wee] Aw, shit! Shit.

♪ It's the P-I-A-Y just here to say hi ♪

♪ Asking you, may I Tell you 'bout the day I ♪

♪ Picked up a microphone A pad and a pen ♪

♪ The legend of the champ begins ♪

♪ The party host with the most Giving you a dose, see ♪

♪ Leaving instructions So listen closely ♪

♪ Two lines forming Make sure you step soon ♪

♪ Fellas at the back door Girls by the bedroom ♪

♪ The name is Play Don't dare play me cheap ♪

♪ The microphone is a broom And I'm gonna sweep you off your feet ♪

♪ With feelings that you never felt ♪

♪ Another notch in the belt It's no secret ♪

♪ I like to freak with the best of them ♪

♪ Then head to the stage In a test of men ♪

♪ And when it's done and said And said and done ♪

♪ Play's gonna be the victorious one ♪

[crowd cheering]

Yeah. Dope, ain't it?

- [chuckles] Yeah, I know. - Man, give me that mic!

- Oh, you want some of this? - Yo, it's my turn.

♪ I'm never fessin' Possessin' the tools ♪

♪ That it takes to rock I think it's time ♪

♪ For the new kid on the block ♪

♪ With a style that's wild yet so unique ♪

♪ I can't be stopped From reachin' my peak ♪

♪ Because givin' my all and all ♪

♪ That's how I gotta live It's my prerogative ♪

♪ So you know I gotta give more For the dance floor ♪

♪ And I'll make your brain sore Kid's revin' and buzzin' ♪

♪ Just like a chain saw One look, you'll say ♪

♪ Damn, man, that Kid He's a grand man ♪

♪ 'Cause I bust a handstand On American Bandstand ♪

♪ With these I please with ease And make your mind freeze ♪

♪ Straight out the '80s Right into the '90s ♪

♪ Givin' you the highs and lows Like a drama ♪

♪ And if the mic's got juice You know I'm a-keep wailin' ♪

♪ You know I have you starin' a while ♪

♪ Because the Kid's much more Than hair and a smile ♪

[crowd cheers]

- Come on! - There it is, the hype shit.

Oh, I see. You think you all that now?

- Yup. And then some. - Bust it.

♪ It's my party and I rhyme if I want to ♪

♪ Be careful and don't you step To the front to ♪

♪ Dis 'cause I'm gonna dismiss ♪

♪ With a death kiss And make you sorry ♪

♪ That you ever stepped To this microphone wizard ♪

♪ So come on place your bet ♪

♪ Is it gonna be me or Eraserhead ♪

♪ Why put your money On a sorry, old, poor thing ♪

♪ When you can get behind A sure thing ♪

♪ And that's me, the capital P On the hype tip ♪

♪ One false move And you'll get your ass whipped ♪

♪ Just tell me how the rhymes And the cuts sound ♪

♪ You won't start feelin' the pain Till you touch ground ♪

♪ Boy, you're goin' way out I'm ready to serve you ♪

♪ If you can stay out Past your pop's curfew ♪

♪ Look at him, already a has-been ♪

♪ Let Uncle Play say a rhyme That'll tuck your ass in ♪

[crowd cheering]

- Am I paid or what? - [Kid] This is some kind of foul.

You know what I'm saying? Crazy!

♪ Once again The boy's blowing smoke ♪

♪ About what he want to be ♪

♪ But it isn't and wasn't And it ain't never gonna be ♪

♪ Possible 'cause I got lots of pull ♪

♪ And when you rhyme Ooh, there's lots of bull ♪

♪ When it comes time to step to a mic I don't sit around ♪

♪ Play, you know I don't kid around ♪

♪ So come with it, boy Don't even hide your best ♪

♪ 'Cause kid spelled backwards Describes you best ♪

♪ Look around, watch the people Clap hands in unity ♪

♪ As the momentum swings From you to me ♪

♪ You issued a challenge Yeah, you threw it up ♪

♪ Step to the stage too late I blew it up ♪

♪ The knowledge to build Just filled with excellence ♪

♪ You heard the rhymes You been petro ever since ♪

♪ There's no missin' the words That I laid out ♪

♪ You didn't play You just got played out ♪

[crowd cheering]

Oh, yeah, a-anything y'all can do,

I-I also can do, but I could also do it better.

[music continues]

[all] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

[continuing] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

What the...?

Oh, baby.

The police been here and they still down there dancin'.

Oh, come back to bed, Harry.

Harry?

[R&B music playing over speakers]

What's up, boys? What's up? You enjoyin' yourselves?

Damn, Groove, why you got to play the alky role at my party?

Chill? Chill?

[record scratches]

Man, I told you to go over there, way over there!

Man, you bump this table again, I'm gonna kick your fuckin' heart out.

[Play] Chill, Chill, yo, I've been lookin' all over for you.

Help me haul this fool home. Yo, B, you're doin' a great job.

[Chill] Why you hang out with that sucker, man?

That ain't important. This is important.

- Would you help me haul this fool home? - Man, I told you, don't invite him. Yo!

- Groove! Yo, get up, man. - Come on.

- Yeah, man. Get up. - Get up!

- Here we go. - [Chill] Yo, the turf!

Yo, excuse me! Excuse me!

Watch your back, Groove might throw up!

I think we'll get ready to go home. You wanna come?

Okay, um, my pops wants me home by, like, 11 anyway.

- Eleven? - Not 11, 11:30, 11:35.

You see where Play went?

I think I saw Chill and Play carrying Groove home.

I just asked 'cause he promised us a ride home.

Well, I don't mind walkin' y'all home. It's not as good as a ride, but you know.

Hey, that's cool. Come on. I think Sidney's ready to leave anyway.

[music continues]

Hey, Kid said he's gonna walk us home, so I'm goin' with him to get his coat.

- I'll grab your purse while I'm up there. - Aren't you gonna wait for Play?

Don't be up there all night.

[Pop] Kid's just got it easy nowadays.

If my father said, "Stay your ass at home,"

you would stay your ass at home.

Wait till I find him. I'm gonna kill him.

[dog barking in background]

Drunk as a fish. Come tomorrow, he'll be the first one in church.

Who said something about church?

♪ I see the light, I see the light ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [woman] James, is that you? - [dog barking]

[knocking on door]

[R&B music playing over speakers]

- My boy in here? - Uh, no, sir. Who's he?

You know who he is.

- He in here? - Uh, no.

Y'all ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Messin' up these folks' house. Know it ain't paid for.

Y'all in here doin' some wrong!

Bilal, Bilal, whatever your name is.

Sound like something you catch on your feet.

- You seen my boy? - Nah, I-I haven' seen him, sir.

You sure? You ain't seen him?

Why don't you go home and watch the late show, Pops?

Why don't you just go home, you little test-tube baby.

[girl] Ooh!

- What's your name? - Clinton.

Clinton, what?

Clinton, um, X.

- Clinton X, huh? - Yeah, Clinton X. I'm a Muslim.

Uh-huh, well, go home and bring me back two bean pies

and a pork chop sandwich, you little trout-mouthed heathen.

Oh, how you doin'? I should've known you live here.

I saw the drippings from the driveway.

With that Jheri curl you got on your hair,

you better not ever do a crime.

The police never would have no problem finding you.

Follow the drip, follow the drip. They'll never have no problem finding you.

Bilal, where's the boy at? Is he upstairs?

Huh?

- Hey, my boy up there? - W-w-wait, wait.

Play told me to sit here and make sure nobody went upstairs

'cause his parents just got a new carpet, right?

And, um, he don't want nobody with no shit all over their shoes.

- Oh, did I say "shit"? - You did too say "shit."

- I'm sorry. - You try to talk about my shoes?

No, I just-- Nobody can walk around up there.

Well, I can understand that. So nobody been up there, huh?

Ain't nobody up there. I don't play.

I don't play either. That's right, I don't play.

And I ain't got time to play no games with you damn kids either.

He gotta come home sometime, I believe that.

I'll be waiting on his monkey ass.

Get out of my way, get out of the damn way.

I'll be just like a security guard.

I'm gonna be standin' there, waitin' for him. Get out of my way.

[door opens, then closes]

- [Sharane] Look. - Uh...

Just make yourself at home.

What's Play's mama doin' with a dress like this?

She oughta give this to me.

Now that you mentioned it, it does look kind of nice.

Let me help you with that dress, right up over here, huh?

- What do you think? - [laughs]

Hold, hold, hold. What you doin'?

I'm helpin' you with the dress, babe.

You got to take things slow at first.

- Hey, Kid, your-- - What? What?

Nothin', I was just comin' to get my pocketbook.

- We was just about to get it. - And now we're not.

[Sharane] Now I know it's time for us to go.

[Kid] Well, look, let's go out the back way.

I told Play I'd help clean up. I don't wanna run into him.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, you'd be runnin' into a lot more than Play goin' out the front door.

[Kid] So, uh, what are you doin' on Friday?

[Sharane] I don't know. Why don't you call me tomorrow?

You know, a lot of guys get nervous when they come to the Projects.

Why would they be punks like that?

Well, after Mr. Williams' son went crazy and started sniping people from the roof,

most guys just drop me off on the corner and tell me to call 'em when I get home.

[laughing]

I really shouldn't be makin' plans for this weekend.

It depends if my father lets me off punishment

for getting into that fight at school today.

[Sharane] Well, Friday may not be good for me either, so...

We'll just talk tomorrow in school.

Come on, now.

Don't beg.

Later.

[both] Good night.

- [woman] Sharane! - [door closes]

I'll be back.

- [door opens, then closes] - [softly] You'll be back.

[music playing on TV]

Do I detect jealousy?

Why you keep teasin' him like that? "Let's get together Friday."

Didn't you say the same shit to Play?

One's gonna be in trouble, the other one's gonna be available.

- I'm just playin' the averages. - Sharane, they're friends!

You know, the cute ones always travel in packs, don't they?

But then if you think about it, why is old ugly Bilal, with his breath,

hangin' out?

I can't believe you're really actin' like this!

Shh! What?

Let me tell you something. Life is short.

And if you want something, let the chips fall.

You're just mad 'cause you ain't catchin' one tonight.

And that may not be by accident. You didn't like him till he was up-- Yes.

You didn't like him till he was up on me.

Now, you know that is bullshit. He was up on me first.

- And why you think I didn't talk--? - Shh!

Why you think I didn't talk to him,

even though I knew you were playin' him?

Then you put him all up in my face.

- I'm out of here. - Sidney.

- I don't wanna hear it. - Sidney.

He's still got to walk you home, right?

If you think I'm doggin' him, try and take him.

- I ain't like you. - That's why you mad now.

- Ho. - I heard you!

[door closes]

Hey, what's wrong?

You don't have to walk me home. I can get there by myself, all right?

- I don't mind. - I kind of do mind.

You've been beefin' at me all night. What did I do to you?

You didn't do anything. It's just, I wanna be alone, all right?

Well, I don't think that's a good idea.

So I'm just gonna bug you all the way home.

I think you should be heading home yourself.

Why? I'm already in trouble.

I might as well have fun now and suffer the consequences later.

I can only die once.

- Yeah, but punishments are forever. - Well, now that's true.

I remember one time my father put me on punishment for a month

because I came home late from a party.

I still get depressed thinkin' about that one.

Yeah, I guess you should think about it when the time comes.

Yeah. My pops is cool.

But he's too overprotective.

You know, I heard about your mom's passing.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

That was a while ago.

What do your folks do?

Um, my dad owns a couple of grocery stores.

Ah! I know y'all been snacking down.

- Crazy chips and dips. - ♪♪ [tender instrumental]

And my mom, she works at a bank in bookkeeping.

Well, at least you got a job when you graduate.

- Yeah, but I'm going to college. - Uh, so am I. I mean...

I already started checkin' out the applications and everything.

Really? You know what? Aren't those applications confusing?

Especially those Ivy League schools, man.

Well, I ain't gettin' all that far yet.

I mean, no Ivy League or nothing like that.

- Yeah. - All right, man.

Yeah, what's up, fellas? What's goin' on?

You didn't take all the women while we were gone, did you?

- Just a few. - Yeah, right.

- Yo, someone is livin' foul! - That's this nigga, right here.

Could you take care of that, please?

And did y'all two watch the stuff like I asked, man?

'Cause if a brother like Play get vic,

I'mma have to do some body and fender work on them.

- Know what I'm sayin'? - There was some niggas

clocking your shit real hard.

Was they clockin' it as hard as you should be clockin' 'em bugs

you droppin' down the sink out of your hair, man?

- [laughter] - Nigga got hair like Bob.

- Bob, who? - Bob-wire, motherfucker.

[laughter]

- Real funny, man, real funny. - You're crazy.

Real funny.

- Who broke the toilet? - [handle rattling]

[all] I don't know.

Yo, don't even play me like this.

- Who broke the toilet? - I don't know, Play.

It was like that when I came in here, wasn't it?

Yo, I bet you it was that nigga in the leather jacket.

- He looked like he could shit some bricks. - Neck like Mike Tyson.

"Play, when's your next party? Play, when's your next party?"

Put you in my house and you dog me.

Damn, look at the log in that motherfucker.

I got to do something before my mother gets back.

Yo, Play, you know I'd help you, man, but I got my new kicks on.

Yeah, see you the next time I throw a party!

I'm sorry, man. What can I do?

Yo, I'm out of here, man. That shit's startin' to come out.

- You out of here? - See ya.

Wait a minute. I got a better idea. Bust it, party's over.

- Party what? - Party's over?

Don't say nothing to me, man. Don't say nothin'.

Matter of fact, when you see me in the streets, don't say nothin'.

- I ain't no plumber. What can I do? - Step!

- I didn't even piss. - Step!

- That's cold, man. - Yo, just step.

- That's real cold. - Peace, man.

Damn!

[indistinct chatter]

- [water gurgling] - Shit!

Hold up, okay?

Good. I beat 'em home.

You know, you girls be schemin' on a level

guys don't even have a clue about.

♪♪ [mellow instrumental]

You know, I'm glad you let me walk you home.

You're all right, Sidney.

You're pretty chill your damn self.

Did you kiss her?

Did I kiss who?

Tonight. Did you kiss Sharane?

No, I didn't.

But you wanted to.

Well...

But I didn't.

And I didn't know her the way I know you now.

[laughs]

Okay, so... I'll see you later, all right?

- Okay. - Okay.

Tomorrow.

Um, I would let you in and everything.

But it's late and you got to get home.

And my parents will be here any minute and stuff.

I understand, I understand completely.

- You know. It's not a problem. - Okay. Okay.

Okay.

♪♪ [hip-hop]

♪ We need to make it go all night ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ We need to go way down all night ♪

♪ We need to go way down all night ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

[music stops]

Kid, wait.

What?

What are we doin' here?

So we were doin' fine until you stopped me.

You know, a few minutes ago,

you were tryin' to make a date with my best friend.

And now we're here doin' this? This isn't right.

- It's not right? - No.

I'll tell you what's not right.

The way you keep frontin' on me. That ain't right.

Oh, so all you want is some sex and you'll talk to best friends,

tryin' to get it, right?

I ain't forcin' you to do nothin'.

If you want me to leave, hey, fine.

No problem.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Sidney. Wait up, wait up, wait up.

What is it you're askin' me?

I'm not asking for anything. It's about what you want.

This is a trick question, right?

Look, Sidney, I ain't gonna lie. I'm attracted to both of you.

But if I have to make a choice and that seems to be what you're askin',

then I gotta tell you.

You are who I want as a friend.

And I think if you go with someone, you should be friends as well as lovers.

So, uh, now that we're friends...

let's get with the lovin'.

No!

[laughing]

Oh!

- You think you're slick, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- Now, I have a question for you. - What?

Are you on the pill?

No, I don't do this regular.

What about one of those diagrams?

That's diaphragm. And, no, I don't do the sponges either.

Don't you have, um...? Um, a whatchamacallit in your wallet?

- [snaps fingers] - Ah...

[Kid] Yeah. I knew this would come in handy.

It's been in here a while.

All right.

Ugh.

[Kid grunts]

[condom snaps]

I guess it's been in here a little too long.

So now what?

Hey, uh, have you...?

- Have you ever, uh--? - No, I never. No.

I don't even know why I asked that.

I don't even know why I asked about birth control

'cause most guys wouldn't care if you have birth control or not.

That's why I like you. There'll be other times.

It'll probably be a long time from now.

♪♪ [suspenseful instrumental]

Mmm. Sorry, Kid.

[chuckles] Yeah, that's what they call me.

"Sorry Kid."

Hey, that's not what I call you.

[car door opens]

- [car door closes] - Oh! Shut the door.

What are you doin'?

I'm supposed to be in my bed clothes.

I don't know whether to watch or run.

You better hurry up.

I tell ya, I don't even know how those hoodlums got into the party.

You should've pressed charges.

Oh, not with those fascist cops there.

Now, if I'd met that hoodlum in the street, man to boy,

I'd punch him in his snot locker.

You know, I don't like to be sucker punched.

You've tried it a couple of times.

[Sidney] Hey! What are you doin'? Are you crazy?

- How am I supposed to get out of here? - Back door!

[music stops]

♪♪ [tender instrumental]

Mama?

Oh, Sidney, you're awake.

[Sidney moans]

I decided to stay home after all.

Oh, that's my little baby.

Our little pumpkin stayed home all by herself.

♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental]

[dog barking]

Shh. Shh.

[music stops]

- Is that Frances barking? - I'll see.

Ooh! Ooh. It's probably not the-- See? It stopped.

I'm sleepy. I'm gonna go to bed now.

♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental]

[barking]

[music stops]

[whining] Oh, my back!

Those cops are always fucking with--

- Oh, my stomach! - Shut up, Pee-Wee!

He hit us all the same way.

I'm tired of gettin' beaten down by punk cops, man.

Yo, Pee-Wee, man. How does your ribs feel?

How does my ribs feel?

They fucked me up the same way they fucked you up.

Yo, yo! Look!

- ♪♪ [suspenseful instrumental] - [Zilla] Oh, yeah!

After gettin' beaten up by them cops, I'm ready to whup somebody's ass.

Yo, where you goin', long hair? Come here.

- [man on TV]... Hey Love. - [woman 1] Oh, my God!

The classic sounds of sexy soul.

[man] Look at my hand again, maybe you'd be like that man

- in the front row. - [woman 2] Get some chicken, baby!

[Pee-Wee] There goes that broom-head albino!

Get that motherfucker now!

[Zilla] Come on, come on. Where you goin'?

[Pee-Wee] Get him now, Zilla! Get him!

[shrieking]

- [Pee-Wee] Get him! Get him! Come on! - [trio clamoring]

- [Zilla yells] A fuckin' rat! - A rat! Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

- [rat shrieks] - Ah, shit. Rat? Oh, shit!

Yo! Come on!

[metal clanking]

What happened to homie's shoe?

[dog growling]

[siren wails]

[cop] Freeze!

[TV tumbling]

Aw, shit!

Oh, shit!

Who's gonna explain that?

- Who is going to explain that? - [dog growling]

[music continues]

What the fuck you lookin' at?

[music stops]

Yo, Kid, so I guess this is how you got that Buckwheat-style fade, huh?

You stick your head in the icebox, right?

[laughter]

Listen, I hear you're a rapper. Well, I got a rap for your ass. Okay?

You run around town like a faggot in heat.

Me and my boys can't be beat.

Wherever you go, we can smell you like gas.

And we're gonna kick your fuckin' ass.

You got your silly ass locked in the icebox.

- With nowhere to go. - Listen, listen, wait, wait.

What we should you really do is just take this refrigerator

and just dump that shit in the river.

- Come on. You ain't thinking, man. - Okay, man, leave me the fuck alone, then.

- [Zilla] Oh! - Freeze, Negroes.

[Kid] Hey, let me out! Let me out!

- [cop] This is your lucky day. - Damn, man.

[boy] Man, it was a jammin' party.

Here. Here you go. Here you go. Here you go.

- Play, I gotta talk to you, man. - Tell me tomorrow.

Thanks. I'm sorry, Ev, listen, man.

The brothers, they keep fuckin' with me.

You know what I'm saying? But you're cool.

You're real cool with me, Ev. Always remember that.

- Yeah, man, but Kid's dad-- - What the hell happened to Kid?

Kid was supposed to help me with this.

- I thought he was down. - But he--

- Peace out! - You should've seen it--

♪♪ [blues instrumental]

[indistinct chatter]

[music fades]

[Stab] Yo, move over, man.

Move! Move!

♪♪ [harmonica flourish]

Look, Stab. We've been going at this all day.

Since earlier in the lunchroom.

And it hasn't gotten us anywhere but in here,

which is where we don't wanna be.

Look, why don't we let bygones be bygones

and work together to get ourselves out of here?

What do you say?

Man, fuck you.

Yeah, lookie here, babe, looks like I'm gonna be in here

for a couple more days.

So how is everything out there on the street?

You takin' care of my business like you're supposed to be doin'?

- What the...? - I know the party's not over yet.

Think so?

- [phone ringing] - That was wrong.

Play in full effect. What up?

Play, this is Kid. Look, I'm in prison.

- [man 1] Damn! - [man 2] Are you serious, man?

No, I'm not at home. I'm in jail for real. I need you to come down and bail me out.

Is anybody there you can borrow from?

Man, just Bilal here packin' up his equipment, man.

You know brothers ain't got no money.

Look, you gotta hurry, man. My back's against the wall.

Yo, just give me a minute. We'll be right there for you, man.

I swear. Yo, man. You just do me a favor. Don't pick up the soap.

Like I need you to tell me that.

That's why you can't be on C.P.T.

I need you on Japanese people time.

- Yeah, all right. - I'm dependin' on you.

- You gonna come down? - All right.

- I'm serious. - All right!

Oh, okay. All right. Bye.

♪♪ [blues instrumental]

[music fades]

- ♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental] - How much we got?

- What? - How much do we have?

Yo! Don't holler at me, man. I'm tellin' you.

You think they'll take a check?

Shit, that means I gotta take up a collection

from the bums at my party.

You think they're gonna give you money

after you kicked them to the curb? Man, come on!

That's the least they can do after breakin' my toilet.

You know what I'm say--?

Listen, how about the girls who left earlier with Kid?

[music stops]

[siren wailing in distance]

Sharane.

Sharane!

[high-pitched] Sharane!

Boy, are you crazy?

Hey, Kid's in jail. We need your help.

- Jail? - Yeah.

I'm supposed to get in trouble 'cause he got in trouble?

He ain't do nothin' wrong. Look, besides, we're his friends.

All we need is the bail money.

What you mean, "All we need is bail money"? He got a daddy.

His daddy'd kick his ass if he found out.

He should've thought of that before he did what he did to get put in jail.

- Don't-- - Kid's my boy and all, but damn!

Sharane! Sharane!

Sharane!

Sharane!

- [screaming] - ♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental]

Oh, shit!

[engine starts]

[screaming continues]

[tires screech]

- [music stops] - Yo, man, why you try and leave me?

Yo, man, I saw you runnin' like hell and there was no sense

in both of us gettin' our asses kicked.

That's fucked up of you, Play.

- Did you get the money? - Nah, she trippin'.

See, that's the problem when I send a boy to do a man's job.

Oh, a boy?

You think you can do any better?

[Play] Hey, Sharane!

Look, nigga, I...

Hi, Play.

Hi. I know you ain't in bed. Party ain't over yet.

After we go get Kid, we all gonna shoot over to Burger King.

Burger King?

Yeah. You know, a little bite to eat. Hang out a little while.

It's kind of late, Play.

Come on, for me.

Wait out front.

Don't forget your purse!

Hey, Daisy.

Heard you got quite a reputation at your school.

Sweetest meat around.

When we get finished, you gonna be even sweeter.

Do you know what this man did?

♪♪ [ominous instrumental]

Tell him, Hatchett.

I cut a man's heart out.

Check that out.

Tell him what you did, Rock.

Beat a police sergeant with his own club.

And didn't run after he did it.

[Rock] Hell, no.

What did you do?

[music fades]

I used to run a daycare center.

I called Sidney before I left and she said she wants to come with us.

So I told her we'd pick her up.

Hey, hey, Sharane.

You've got a couple of, um, girlfriends I can meet?

Bilal, has anybody ever told you your breath stinks?

Damn!

- Fuck you! - What?

You heard, fuck you!

You just mad 'cause you still a virgin.

Hey! I ain't no virgin. I got a girlfriend.

- She just don't live around here, right? - Yeah...

- Dragon breath. - Hey, don't make me angry.

- Dragon? Shit. - That's right.

You got dragon breath. Your shit is a little tart too.

- Nigga, please. - Yeah.

- Belch. - Shut up.

Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought.

♪♪ [mellow instrumental]

[brakes squeak]

Hey, I got somethin' to tell you.

- You got juice? - Yes.

Tell me.

[inaudible dialogue]

He said no.

- Hmm? - I don't believe you.

What?!

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

[inaudible dialogue]

That's right. So don't get mad.

I ain't trippin'.

- You go, girl. - Thank you, girl.

[both laugh]

[music fades]

So, Play, did I tell you how good you looked in that suit tonight?

[chuckles]

♪♪ [blues instrumental]

Oh, don't worry about it. It won't take but a minute.

[Rock] Depending on who's in it.

[music fades]

Is there anything I can do to stop this?

Well, Richard Pryor said when he was in prison,

he kept folks laughin' to keep their minds off his booty.

Do you know any jokes?

No. I don't know any jokes.

Well, you better think of somethin'.

What if I can't think of anything?

The light's out, the party's over,

the cake's on the griddle, and you already greased.

♪♪ [blues instrumental]

- [man] All right, you're first, my man. - Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Fun and games.

[music fades]

Excuse me, everybody.

Uh, won't you gather round? I got somethin' to say.

Yo, who is this clown?

♪ Just a guy who looks At things differently ♪

♪ The way things are aren't always How they're meant to be ♪

♪ With the big men here in the bullpen ♪

♪ I don't want my knees To take a full bend ♪

♪ Step back, ask yourself, can it wait? ♪

♪ Or do you wanna become An AIDS candidate? ♪

♪ Take your eyes off me Don't even watch the Kid ♪

♪ Or you'll go out like Liberace did ♪

♪ In my own cell I could've been alone ♪

♪ Why do you all want me? I'm only skin and bones ♪

♪ I'm feelin' faint It's kind of hot ♪

♪ My, what big muscles you got ♪

♪ Whew, lips don't fail me now Until Play comes to bail me out ♪

[guard] Hey! What's going on in there?

♪♪ ["Bull Pen Blues"]

♪ Man, this is too much Look but don't touch ♪

♪ I'm just tryin' to avoid the bum rush ♪

♪ Thought I was in here With murderers and stranglers ♪

♪ You guys are a bunch Of rump wranglers ♪

♪ And why me? Look, I'm not the only male ♪

♪ We gonna tie that fade Into a ponytail ♪

♪ Yo this is a no-go I'm gonna call the C. O. ♪

♪ Me a homo? Nah, man, that's a no-no ♪

♪ But if you back off now That might save you time ♪

♪ Off your sentence For good behavior ♪

♪ I'm speakin' from the heart From the center ♪

♪ The sign on my ass Says "Do not enter" ♪

♪ I'm a rapper, I rock rhymes So I'm gonna bust one ♪

♪ I see y'all wanna rock like Hudson ♪

♪ Just an example I chill 'em and thrill 'em ♪

- ♪ Where is Play? I'mma kill him ♪ - [plays harmonica]

All right, songbird, you hit the right note. You just made bail.

[music continues]

♪ Heh, hey, fellas, fellas ♪

♪ I gotta go, all right ♪

♪ Don't feel bad, all right ♪

♪ No, hey, no long faces, heh ♪

♪ Think of all the fun we had ♪

♪ I wanna thank y'all For making me feel welcome ♪

♪ It really, really did the trick All right ♪

♪ Oh, uh, by the way ♪

♪ Suck my dick ♪

- [music stops] - [all clamoring]

- [Pee-Wee] I'll kick your fuckin' ass! - [Zilla] Punk!

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪ [mellow instrumental]

[Play] With that kind of motivation, you could've rapped all night, huh?

[Kid] I'm just glad y'all came through for me, finally.

[Play] Come on, man, would I let a homeboy down?

[music continues]

So, uh...

you wanna go out next week?

Okay.

Good.

[chuckles]

- Call me. - I will.

Sharane, I don't get a kiss? A hug?

Some form of affection?

No.

Come on, Sharane, stop playing.

- Sh-Sharane. - [music stops]

[crickets chirping]

Any lipstick on me?

- [Bilal] Yes! - I knew it.

A smooth operator.

- [Bilal laughs] - [engine starts]

♪♪ [mellow instrumental]

[Bilal] Bye, Sidney.

Don't slob too loud. You don't wanna wake the neighbors up.

See you later.

- Bye. - [Sidney] Bye.

Bye-bye.

[music fades]

- [gagging] - [engine starts]

Kid! Kid! Kid!

This has been your night, boy!

[Play] Cannot front. You are the dude.

That must have been one hell of a walk home, man.

Enough of that, give me a play-by-play description

of what color were the panties.

- Yes. - All right.

We got into it, but then, you know, we didn't--

- No, what, she was on her period? - No, no, she wasn't on her period.

[Bilal] Pfft. Ugh.

What--? What's up?

I didn't have any rubbers.

Hold up. She was down.

Play knows these things. She was down.

And I know you was down, and you didn't

'cause you didn't have any birth control?

- Look, let me explain. - [Play] Wait a minute.

We're talking about fine Sidney here, man.

- Good hair. - Bang!

- Def body! - Po-pow!

That's who we talking about, Kid.

Is that all you're into? "Good hair. Def body."

Wait a minute. What are you talking about, man?

I look at the face too.

- Look... - That's funny.

I'm just not about having no babies right now, that's all.

Yo, man, that's her problem.

You the man. She's gotta take care of that.

Or just pay the price and you out of there.

- How can you say that? - You're naive.

I'm naive? You a fuckin' dog. And you too, Rover.

- Arf! - Wait a minute. I'm a dog?

Yeah, I'm a dog. You know who you sound like?

You sound like your pops.

And a guy your age, you shouldn't be sounding like your pops.

You got a problem.

[Play] Yo, Kid, Kid, chill, chill.

Yo, chill, man, it's still early.

And you know I got the crib and you won't believe what's comin'

on the late show tonight.

Krush Groove and Beat Street.

Oh, shit! Let's go to your house now and watch it.

[Kid and Play exhale]

Look, I really would like to see the movie, man.

But I gotta go, man. It's really late, man.

Why don't you tape it and we'll watch it tomorrow?

- All right, man, you peace out. - Peace out, man.

- Peace, boy. - Peace.

[car door closes]

Hey, you know what I love was Breakin'. I wonder when that shit's coming on.

[engine starts]

♪♪ [sneaky instrumental]

[stairs lightly creaking]

[music fades]

- I wouldn't do that just yet. - [belt snaps]

'Cause your ass is mine.

- ♪♪ [up-tempo instrumental] - [Kid] Pop, I-I can explain.

[Pop] I'm gonna whup that damn high-top fade off of you!

I'm sick of your shit!

I done work too hard and too long to let you run over me.

Like you out of your damn mind!

I done walk all across this damn city.

Got stopped by the goddamn law.

- Lookin' for your monkey ass. - Pop!

[Pop] All you kids over there just slow-dancing and grindin'.

- [belt snaps] - [Kid screaming]

But I know your ass. You was there, wasn't you?

Wasn't you? Wasn't you? Wasn't you? I'm runnin' the show around here.

I wearin' the pants and the apron, and I'm wearin' your ass out!

[belt snapping]

- Ugh! - [Kid] Ow!

- Ugh! - Ya-ow!

- Ugh! - Ahh!

[Pop] I'm gonna whup you till I get sleepy.

- And I'm wide awoke 'cause I just woke up. - Ow!

[Pop] You think 'cause you're big and yellow,

I'm supposed to be like mellow.

Hell, no! I'll start a fight in an empty room!

[Kid screaming]

[Pop] You can call Child Abuse if you-- If you want to!

But they better not come in here 'cause I'll kick their ass too.

[Kid screams]

- [Pop] Ugh! - Ow!

- Ugh! - Ooh!

[Pop] I'm gonna give you a whuppin' from now on.

I'mma whup the cowboy shit out from you.

[Pop imitates a horse's neigh]

[blows landing]

[Kid] Damn, Pop! Pop!

[Pop] Now get your ass to bed!

And don't wake up till I tell you to!

♪♪ ["House Party"]

- ♪ Oh, there's the fun man ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ He's in your house ♪

♪ House party! ♪

♪ Get those guys! ♪

♪ Oh, there's the fun man ♪

♪ He's in your house ♪

♪ House party! ♪

- ♪ Get those guys! ♪ - [music stops]

[cop 1] I-I didn't mean it.

I didn't know they were the rest of the cookies, I'm sorry.

[cop 2] Look, my grandma's 87 years old.

I don't know how many years she's got left to make cookies in the first place.

- You didn't have to finish the rest. - I'm sorry.

I don't know how many years I've got left in my grandmother.

They were good though.

[twirling noise in distance]

Look at that.

[whooshing]

[both screaming]

♪♪ ["Funhouse"]

♪ They come from miles around To check out the sound ♪

♪ Watch the walls come tumbling down ♪

♪ Kid 'n Play is the perfect team ♪

♪ Now it's time to let off some steam ♪

- ♪ Don't be bashful now ♪ - ♪ Don't be shy ♪

♪ This ain't no time For you to wonder why ♪

♪ You're not on the floor With someone else ♪

♪ Don't blame us, blame yourself ♪

♪ If you ain't got the guts To get with it ♪

- ♪ The time is now, dude ♪ - ♪ Just admit ♪

♪ This is the perfect situation To take a chance in ♪

♪ 'Cause this is a house That we dance in ♪

♪ Do a little dance now ♪

♪ Like this y'all, like that y'all ♪

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it now ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ Ooh ah ooh oh ooh ah ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

- ♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪ - ♪ Now just go, let the beat flow ♪

♪ Not you, crow, I don't wanna Come see your freak show ♪

♪ Flow smooth, not slow Be a dynamo ♪

♪ Kid 'n Play says so and yo ♪

♪ Let's flip when the beat rips Wiz gotta gift ♪

♪ And we've got the tune To shoot it ♪

- ♪ Your place or mine ♪ - ♪ Any where's just fine ♪

♪ When you're in the mood to unwind You'll find a good time ♪

♪ I'm looking for a great time ♪

♪ If that's too much to ask Then I'll pass ♪

- ♪ Let's settle for a nice time ♪ - ♪ Any time's the right time ♪

- ♪ For a Kid 'n Play rhyme ♪ - ♪ Right here just fine ♪

♪ Do a little dance now ♪

♪ Like this y'all, like that y'all ♪

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it now ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ Ooh ah ooh oh ooh ah ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Only a few moments left to step So you're best to step to her ♪

♪ It's your last chance to do her ♪

♪ You, uh, wanted to know What the good life is ♪

♪ Beats by Hurb Rhymes Kid 'n Play And the cuts by Wiz ♪

♪ Just hype it up for this here crowd ♪

♪ With moves that would make Fred Astaire proud ♪

♪ Last call for alcohol At the jamboree ♪

♪ Just get off the walls And cheer for me ♪

♪ Just rock when the beat drops ♪

♪ Watch the clock it's almost time To close up shop ♪

♪ And we got to hip-hop harder ♪

♪ Wiz, you and Stan Look out for my father ♪

♪ Kid, make sure Ain't nothing been broken ♪

♪ Last record y'all and I'm hoping We don't get caught ♪

♪ Because I know, uh If Mom finds out, I'm over ♪

♪ Do a little dance now ♪

♪ Like this y'all, like that y'all ♪

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it now ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ Ooh ah ooh oh ooh ah ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Do a little dance now ♪

♪ Like this y'all, like that y'all ♪

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it now ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ Ooh ah ooh oh ooh ah ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ This party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Do a little dance now ♪

♪ Feel the groove ♪

♪ Make a little love now ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Like this, like that ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it now ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ Ooh ah ooh oh ooh ah ♪

♪ Keep on singin', keep on singin' ♪

♪ The party's at the fun house ♪

[indistinct chatter on soundtrack]

[music fades]