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[instrumental hip-hop plays]

♪ Now we're on the moon ♪

♪ And we flew like rocket ships ♪

♪ And we ride the groove ♪

♪ We keep talking with our lips ♪

♪ Let's just take our time ♪

♪ There's no rush Trust me now ♪

♪ Boy, you got me swaying Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, so ♪

♪ Don't look down Just mirror the clouds ♪

♪ And I'll keep you safe though we're off the ground ♪

♪ Get lost in my smile Get wild in the moment ♪

[phone vibrates]

♪ Hit me up this one time ♪

♪ With these words I'm gonna make you be all mine ♪

[grunts]

Oh!

♪ Now we take our wings ♪

♪ We move slow like cruise ships ♪

♪ And we pray the day ♪

♪ We can dance free with our hips ♪

♪ Hear me out this one time ♪

♪ With these words I'm gonna make you be all mine ♪

[phone chimes]

♪ I'm gonna make you be all mine ♪

[Uncle Al] Thick-cut bacon and a fried egg,

over a, hey, American cheese and a biscuit.

Waffle House ain't got shit...

...on... [sighs]

I gotta get used to living with a first-grader.

So do we live here now? Like, for real for real?

That depends on what you mean "for real for real."

-So not forever? -Well, not unless you wanna kick down some mortgage.

-You know what a mortgage is? -Justin, why don't you just eat your breakfast.

-Okay, buddy? -Every time I unpack my things, we have to leave.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You don't have to leave here. Unless you wanna leave.

You always got a room at Uncle Al's.

Should I call you Uncle Al?

Just don't call me Daddy.

[gunshots]

You been playing this game all night, man.

You ever gonna get some damn rest?

No, man. I ain't trying to go home.

It's a nightmare.

Auntie Lou getting fucked up again, huh?

That's all she knows how to do.

Look, man, why don't you just move in?

No, man. That's...

No, that's too much. That's way too much.

How? You practically live here already.

Practically ain't the same as actually.

Look, man, I... I just don't want to overstep.

Man, you fucking kidding me?

Yo, did you forget that you and me might be brothers?

What if we ain't?

-What if Matty was bullshitting? -What if he was?

Even if we not blood, we family.

I got you.

♪

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

One!

All right! Get that, Candace!

Zo, you almost decapitated Candace!

How in the hell are you still missing the downbeat?

Where's the energy? Where's the energy?!

Freestyle, let's go!

♪ You got me hooked on you ♪

♪ You got me hooked on you ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a user ♪

♪ You got me hooked on you You got me hooked... ♪

[music stops]

[sighs] Okay, let me see. We got hands on knees.

We got heavy breathing. Y'all tired?

This is song two on the set list. Two.

Y'all gonna be huffing and puffing at song two at the concert?

I would demand my money back. Let's get it together.

We need something big for the ending, something showy.

Like a...

Odalie, my girl!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Buckhead, right?

Probably been in pointe shoes since you was four.

Yeah, you got what I need. Okay. Here's what I'm thinking.

Uh, Dirty Dancing. Big dive. Matrix. Big shit.

I need you to fly and land. Can you give me this?

-Yeah. Who's catching me? -Who is my Patrick Swayze?

Who is my Patrick...?

-Can you do this? -Yeah, sure.

Okay. Short of the mullet you almost there.

All right, we gonna try this from the top. You ready?

-[all] Yeah. -Places, places, places!

-[music starts] -Here we go.

Five, six, seven, and boom!

The crowd is on they feet! Give them a reason to be on they feet!

Six, seven, and out!

All right, all right!

We looking less and less like a shit sandwich, people!

Big! Move!

-♪ You got me hooked on you ♪ -Pow!

All right, Candace, all right!

Freestyle!

♪ You got me hooked on you ♪

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Give it to me!

All right, all right. Big finish, big finish!

And...

[music stops]

-Candace, you're up. -Wait, what?

Sit down.

Back from the top. We gonna take it from just that end part.

The freestyle into my dive, all right? Everybody places. Here we go.

-[laughs] Hey. -What's up? We turned up tonight or what?

It's actually family movie night at home, so...

Skip it. You and I have an engagement.

-What kind of engagement? -Um, someplace glamorous.

Someplace new booty would be lucky to go to.

Okay. But is it gonna go late?

Because Uncle Al takes curfew on a weekday pretty seriously.

-So... -[laughs] Just make sure you look good.

I wanna show you off.

What the hell was that?

I think someone's trying to get that new booty.

[laughs]

[phone chimes]

[Tal] Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Um, do me a favor. You see Poppy out there,

tell her I'll catch up with her later.

Okay. Why can't you tell her?

Can you just help me out, man?

Sage, I can do that lift.

Oh, yeah, I know. Problem is you didn't.

Just give me another chance tomorrow, and I'll nail it.

Yeah, see, I don't really do do-overs.

I gamble on you on that stage and you don't deliver, where's that leave me?

Fucked.

All right, you know what? Let me... let me be honest with you.

I don't know if you've noticed, but you are not exactly...

...universally beloved around here.

Which I don't really give a fuck about,

because what you also are is probably the best dancer on the squad.

So I need you dominating this shit, okay?

When people leave the show, I need them pissed off

about the cosmic fucking injustice that is Odalie:

pretty, rich, white, and uber-fucking-talented.

But in order for that to happen, you gotta do the shit that you can do.

So you commit, or I find somebody that will.

I got it.

Tomorrow. Last chance.

-Thank you. -Mm-hm.

-I won't let you down. -Uh-huh.

I know what I ordered, man. I said I wanted some of the little Mexican wings.

-All right? Extra hot. -Okay, man. I got you coming right up.

Hey, man. You call this fast food? Huh?

You need to throw in some free sides or something.

What? It's free to come in and extra free to leave!

I'm not paying for this shit, man. I'm out of here. It's the same thing every time.

[Uncle Al] Well, don't come back now! Come in here talking that shit.

Black motherfucker!

Hey. So, how do you like it?

It's okay, I guess.

I mean, a job is a job, right?

Al's cool. I mean, he did put a roof over our head and everything.

Your parents must be freaking out with you back at home.

Yeah, it's a nightmare.

They're so far up my shit, I can barely breathe.

Oh, hey. I thought that Justin might want this.

Aw, damn! Georgie!

[laughs] He thought he lost him.

Thanks, babe.

Look, I want you to know I never meant to make you feel

like I was cutting you out of my life. I was panicked,

and I guess I just jumped at the first thing that came.

And I really wish I would have handled things differently.

But honestly, I think being at Al's is really good for Justin right now.

You know, breakfast at the same table every morning. It's...

...real stable family shit.

I guess it worked out for the best.

Hey, chico!

Deep fryer ain't gonna clean itself.

I gotta get back to work, okay?

-I'll see you soon? -Yeah.

♪ I'll go down the road ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Stop trying to love me now ♪

♪ Prove it again you can break me down , yeah ♪

♪ This time I made you know I can't go back ♪

This looks like a fucking gospel brunch.

-Well, it's a fan club event. -Fan club?

These are not my fans. And this is not my show.

Where's my... where's my DJ? Where's my dancers?

-It's stripped down, intimate. -Intimate?

-Yes. -This is some black Phil Collins shit.

You trying to turn me into black Phil Collins?

Okay, you know what, Sage? You have the kind of mature

fanbase artists would kill for, ones with disposable income.

That means high-end tickets, luxury boxes,

merchandising to take home to your family.

These people are the ones that turned Phil Collins

from a lead singer into a legend.

-Hey, hey, hey! -[cheering]

What's going on, everybody?

[cheering]

All right, all right. I'm scanning the crowd,

I see a few faces I recognize.

Got a few day-ones in the house, I appreciate y'all.

Listen, it has been an absolute honor and a pleasure to share this journey with y'all.

-Are we ready to have fun? -[cheering]

-DJ, drop that! -[music plays]

♪ Feel it in my chest ♪

♪ Pumping nitro through my veins ♪

♪ When I take a breath it's like a hurricane ♪

♪ 100-mile winds from the Mary Jane ♪

♪ I can make the world feel it when I bang ♪

♪ I can move the pendant like it ain't no thing ♪

♪ The sun on the end of my chain ♪

♪ It takes brains like it rains ♪

♪ It puts scars on my wrists ♪

[Uncle Al] It'll be 45 minutes before the new batch of wings.

I don't want no damn chicken.

If you don't want no chicken, all I got left is a ass-whupping

and bubble gum, and I'm fresh out of bubble gum.

Ain't nobody trying to rob your funky ass wing spot either, man.

What, you want a job?

You and East-O... Y'all used to be cool, right?

Yeah, we ran the streets back in the day, many moons ago. So?

I heard some things.

I just wanna know what you know.

You heard what?

Grove Park Matty said that, um...

...East-O...

...was my dad.

Come on, man. Just keep it straight with me, what's up?

Look, all I know is what everybody else know.

Your mom and East-O were hanging out.

Nine months later, you were born.

Why would he choose Rigo over me?

How can you treat somebody like that when you know that's your son?

Listen, son, if I knew the answers,

you think I'd be slinging chicken?

[instrumental hip-hop plays]

-Think you can spit over that? -What, you think I can't?

[laughs] Play it back, hit record, call 911.

'Cause I'm about to murder this track, dog.

-I can't stand you sometimes. -I'm just playing with you, man. Come on, let's go.

[beat plays]

-Yo! What's up? -I'm taking you up on your offer.

-To move in. -Oh, yeah, yeah. Go ahead with that.

Throw your shit in the back somewhere.

-That was a real offer, right? -Yeah.

I said I got you, right?

Hope you got a lot of space. I got a lot to unpack.

So... what was that about?

'Quise just need a place to crash for a little bit. No big deal.

Listen, man, I know he's your somewhat, kind of half-brother,

but you're not his keeper. For real, man.

You don't owe him shit.

Look, somebody gotta look out for him.

Yo, I ain't sleeping on no air mattress.

Yeah, surprisingly well.

-The numbers aren't in yet, but I can get them to you... -Nine!

...by the end of the night. Hey, say hey to Rob for me, okay? Okay.

-Bye. -Make me understand something.

You feel like... you feel like you know better than me,

multi-Grammy award winner, platinum-selling artist,

you feel like you know better than me about running my shit?

Well, I don't know why you're speaking to me that way.

I'm speaking to you this way because you thought this...

You thought this was a good idea? You thought this shit was a good idea?

You, fucking girl group flame-out.

Well, at least I knew when to quit.

You quit because, unlike me, you didn't have no fucking talent.

You can throw all the shots that you want at me, Sage.

But the bottom line is the label has me here for a reason,

that's because they're worried that your new record won't sell.

The numbers don't lie, Sage. You are what they say you are.

-[music plays on TV] -[Uncle Al] If you don't run... why you stopping?

-Run! -Al, you know this isn't exactly a family film, right?

You crazy? A heroic black man going around beating up white hillbilly zombies?

This is entertainment for all ages, man.

Why does he keep hitting him with that crowbar?

Why doesn't he just forget about the lady and run away?

I ask myself that all the time.

-[crunching sound] -[gasps]

Great, now he's not gonna sleep tonight.

Night terrors strengthen the boy.

It toughens him up.

Boom. Check it out.

-It's fresh, right? -You look like Beyoncé's attorney.

-[laughs] -Come on. It's a good suit.

Man, don't listen to him. He wears a Wigs and Wings shirt every day. Shit's fire.

-Yeah, you should burn it. -[laughs]

I hate you. Stupid.

-Hey. Odalie. -Hi. I'm sorry to intrude.

You're not. Come on in.

-I missed you. -I missed you too!

-[horn honks] -That's Zo. Okay, I'm out.

What kind of guy doesn't come to the door

and introduce himself to the family? Zo's...

-Don't wait up. -What is this world coming to?

We just started Night of the Living Dead. You want in?

I could, but I can't.

Um, I was actually wondering if you could help me with something.

-A dance thing. -What, you mean like right now?

Yeah.

Handle your business. We got this.

If you don't run... Can you answer a question?

Why don't the white people just run?

They don't run. They keep stopping and asking questions.

Quit asking questions and run!

Nice to meet you. [laughs]

Don't worry, one day a girl will come over here and ask you to go dancing.

[hip-hop plays]

I keep telling, man, look. I got bars.

I see, blue ones, white ones, yellow ones.

-[laughs] -I'm serious.

Look, man, I mean, this shit hits.

I don't know. I feel like I could bring some authenticity to it.

-Some real street shit. -[laughs]

Oh, man. Everybody wanna be a star now.

I can't be serving fiends all goddamn day.

Look, stick to what you good at, aight?

We all got a lane, man.

[door opens]

Yo! Use the motherfucking doorbell, homie!

Duly noted. What's up, man? Can we, uh...

Can we talk?

Okay, talk.

Can we step outside or something?

Nah. We good right here.

All right, listen.

I didn't mean for shit to go down like that in Poppy's room the other night.

You know you're my boy, and I never want to disrespect you.

Why do I feel like I'm about to be disrespected?

-[laughs] -You think this shit funny?

-Say what you gotta say, dog. -This is me coming at you man to man,

before anything goes any further.

Me and Poppy, we feeling each other.

Now, nothing happened that night, but I'm not gonna stand here

in front of you and lie to you like...

I'm not gonna lie to you and say everything was all innocent.

All right? You a real friend and I wouldn't do that to you.

You just fuck his girl to his face, tell him about it, like real friends do.

You want my backwash? Drink up, nigga.

[r'n'b plays] ♪ There's no turning back no, no ♪

-♪ No turning back now ♪ -♪ You can't run away so don't even try ♪

♪ You can't run away now ♪ - ♪ You've got to fight for your life ♪

-♪ Fight for it ♪ -♪ Fight for your life ♪

♪ Fight for your life Fight for your life ♪

-♪ Whoa ♪ -Expecting company?

Mm-hm. What took you so long?

You blew out of the meet-and-greet so fast,

that I was on damage control, passing out VIP tickets

-so that no one left mad. -[laughs] Yeah.

God forbid we upset the fans.

[groans] Maybe Nine is right, you know?

Maybe I'm supposed to just kiss the ass of the paying public.

Just not have anything new to say, just play it safe.

Fuck...

Back in the... back in the day...

-Back in the day... -Back in the day...

...the sun shined brighter. The weed got you higher.

You didn't have a penny in your pocket or a care in the world,

and the music just flowed out of you.

Just flowed out. It just flowed out. I used to wake up

thinking about beats and lyrics, concepts.

Now, it's stadium insurance and adjustable mortgage rates.

I gotta figure out how to get back to that place

where nothing matter but the music.

And you thought that brown liquor and mood music would be the answer?

You have better idea?

-The... yeah. [laughs] -Yes.

Seriously?

Man! How do you still have this?

Sage Odom, song of the year.

-Banger. -[laughs]

I remember the inspiration for that song.

How... this...

The Japan tapes?

'97? Come on, man. This is like junior high.

I know. Every take, every beat, every bar.

If I could find it, it's here.

Man!

I figured you'd want to hear it one day.

You say you want to find that place where the music was the only thing, right?

This... is your road map.

♪ And I'm back to bagging bitches doing what I do ♪

You got this.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Hey, chill out, all right? You're gonna get it.

I can't! It's like I tell my mind to do it, and then my body just won't.

I've fucking done this lift like a thousand times.

Okay. So what's so different about right now?

Literally nothing. I'm fine. My dancing has been on point.

Maybe it's not a dance thing.

Maybe it's an us thing.

It's weird, right?

Two weeks ago, we shared a life.

We danced together, we lived together.

That was two weeks ago.

-Feels like a lot longer. -Feels like forever.

Davis, I was all in.

I really thought we were a team.

I'm trying to take care of a kid.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

Try harder! Fight harder for me!

How am I supposed to trust that you, that anyone, will catch me

if I already feel like you're pulling away from me?

Look, this is just temporary.

All right, at least until we both get back on our feet and I figure...

...I don't know, something else out.

So basically, I'm on your schedule.

I'm just in a limbo until you're ready to jump back in.

I thought you'd be happy to go back to Buckhead.

-I thought you'd be relieved. -Relieved?

Why would I be relieved?

Odalie, look at you. You could be with anybody.

But yet you're stuck with a homeless grill man and his little brother?

Come on. Trust me, your life would be so much better without us.

No. It wouldn't.

Jeez, Davis, is that really how you see yourself?

You are not a burden.

And I'm not slumming.

I love you.

I promise that one day we're gonna look back on all this

and all this shit that you think defines you...

...was just temporary.

I love you.

The real you. The you that's got nothing to do

with where you live or your job.

It's not enough for me just to believe that. I need you to believe that.

I need you to know that that's true.

I love you, too.

If you want to be with me, I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

I gotta say, Tal, I'm not one to give compliments,

but even those pants can't hide that ass of yours.

-[laughs] -You look good.

Okay, I feel like now's a good time to tell you something.

I'm kinda seeing somebody.

So...

You don't sound too sure about that.

Well, it's kind of a long distance thing.

He moved to San Francisco, but... yeah.

So I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you guys are not exclusive.

Well, I mean, it wasn't really defined.

But, like...

Look, I'm sure your little boyfriend is having the time of his life in the Castro.

Okay? And believe me, he would want you to do the same.

[dance music plays]

Hey, I've never been anywhere this fancy before, so...

That's because they don't do black excellence in Ohio.

-[Tal] This place is crazy. -[Zo] Nah. This is Atlanta, baby. This is how we do.

[Tal] So what is this place? What do we do here?

Have you heard of a Parisian salon?

Uh... I think.

Well, it's kinda like that, except less French.

It's a monthly gathering. You have artists, thinkers, tastemakers.

If you're black and matter, you're here.

Is that... is that Jermaine Dupri?

I need you to lower your voice and avert your eyes.

[piano plays melody]

That right here is Worldwide Will.

He curates these events, and hand picks every guest.

-So what does he do? -Shit, I don't know.

I don't really care. He's Illuminati.

-Hm? -Yeah. Sh!

Zo! Get your fly ass over here.

Bernard, get these men a drink.

Worldwide motherfucking Will.

Look at you looking like a whole snack.

You're looking like a whole meal, shit.

[laughs]

-Hi. -Interesting.

-What does he do? -Well, he dances fabulously.

Choreographs idiosyncratically.

We call him Tal.

-Nice to meet you. -Would you like to meet Jermaine Dupri?

Uh... [clears throat] Sure.

Your smash hit, "Welcome to Atlanta,"

street poetry if I've ever heard it.

Now, do you consider that an expression of defiance

or a celebration of the culture?

It's funny, Professor, Da Brat asked me the same thing on our recent European tour.

-Mm-hm. -I consider that song

a pure, unbridled celebration of this city

and the culture that supports it.

Genius, truly genius.

Listen, I teach a seminar in urban musicology.

And perhaps if you have free time, you could do a guest lecture.

-I'm gonna check my schedule. -I... I love that song.

In fact, I love all the stuff you've put out in the last...

Please excuse my friend. We'll be back. What did I tell you?

What did I say?

-What the fuck was that? -I don't know, I felt like I had to say something.

Then my mouth got dry, my palms got so sweaty...

-Yeah, social anxiety. -I'm not supposed to be here.

Thank you.

-Here. Drink this. -I don't really drink.

-I should... -Do you ever want to be invited to this again?

You need to loosen up. Drink this.

When in Paris.

[coughs]

What is that?

It's traditionally a sipping drink.

I kinda like it.

[upbeat music plays]

♪ Baby, I'm a user, user ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Don't worry. I got you.

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

♪ Can I just try some ♪

♪ Of what, what you got? ♪

♪ One more time I feel the rush ♪

♪ Every touch Can't get enough ♪

♪ I can't lose you now, no ♪

♪ Can I get it back one time? ♪

♪ I can't kick the habit ♪

♪ Gotta have it Gotta have it ♪

♪ Gotta have it Gotta have it ♪

♪ Gotta have it Gotta have it ♪

♪ I, I gotta have it Gotta have it ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a user ♪

♪ You got me hooked on you Hooked on you ♪

And then he says,

"What happens in St. Barts stays in St. Barts."

-[laughs] He said that? -Yeah. Thank you.

I'm telling you, Sage Odom is a freak.

Okay, now, Tal, you need an espresso.

-Mm! -All right.

So, Tal, tell us.

What's it like to really dance? Like, really, really dance,

-on your level. -Well...

[Tal] I mean, I don't want to sound stupid.

-Too late. -I guess when I'm really in it,

me and the music are just kind of one.

Corn ball.

Sweetheart, we all can hear you.

So next time you wanna talk shit, use your big boy voice.

-Blaine gets jealous sometimes. -And that's understandable.

Tal is more than just a pretty face.

So Zo tells us you're a choreographer?

-Is that right? -Well...

Yes, isn't it wonderful how amazing Tal is?

You're such an amazing choreographer. Please, amaze us.

Oh, shit! Think we got a battle.

What did I tell you about putting guests on the spot?

I don't think you get how choreography really works.

-Excuses... -No it's not excuses.

-It just doesn't work that way. -So boring.

-Sure it does. Tal can do it. -What?

You can do it.

Can you hold that?

Uh... does anybody in here

have any dance experience?

Okay, that's more than I thought.

Okay, let me see. Um...

[phone chimes]

[Sage] I used to make music

because that shit was stuck right here,

stuck, and if I didn't get that shit out,

it was just gonna beat the shit out of me all night long.

It wasn't about touring and fucking being famous.

Damn sure wasn't worried about no streaming numbers.

You don't have to. I mean, listen.

Basic bitches like Nine are a dime a dozen in these streets.

Seriously, she's basic as fuck. Don't let her lead you around by the nose anymore.

-Mm... -Yeah!

You see, this... this is you.

You just need to be you.

Collette, damn.

You love me, don't you?

[laughs]

Nah, you're so full of yourself.

All right. So everybody has their movements.

Just follow me for cues. And have fun.

Because that's why we dance in the first place. Right?

[upbeat music plays]

♪ Come on everybody ♪

♪ We gonna throw down, let me tell you something ♪

♪ We goin' live with it ♪

Five, six, seven, to the max!

♪ There's a new dance ♪

- Slide! -♪ Moving 'round my house ♪

♪ Whoa, then you put love ♪

-To the ground -♪ and move it up and down, yeah ♪

-♪ Come on and freak ♪ -♪ Woo! ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Come on and freak ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, come on and freak ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

Come on.

Everybody now

♪ Ain't nothin' but a nasty old freak, y'all ♪

♪ Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb ♪

♪ This freak ♪

♪ Oh, oh baby Yeah, yeah baby ♪

♪ Come on and freak ♪

♪ Oh, oh baby Yeah, yeah baby ♪

♪ Oh, Come on and freak ♪

[snoring]

[muttering]

-[moaning] -[hip-hop plays]

Damn, baby.

This beat's got me feeling some kind of way.

Yeah?

Them eardrums ain't the only thing I'm trying to beat up.

-[knock on door] -[Sage] Yo, King! Yo, open the door, man!

-Fuck. -[pounding on door]

Come on, man! I will expel you, I'm not above it!

-Locking doors and shit? -Sorry. Were we interrupting something?

No.

Uh, King was just showing me some beats

-he's working on for your album. -Uh-huh. Yeah.

I like where your head is at, but that shit can wait.

Because we now have new priorities.

-And what is this? -This is my secret sauce.

This is the key to my new record.

What the fuck are you talking about, secret sauce?

I'm talking about a new direction. Okay?

All this crossover shit, fuck that.

We're not on that no more. We're on this now.

I'm sorry, what does that mean?

You can't just throw what we've already got

out the window, Sage. Things are already in motion.

When I say we're on this now, that was the end of the conversation.

That means stop talking.

I need these all tapes digitized, uploaded,

all the vocals stripped off.

-You mean by tonight? -Yeah. I mean like right now.

Like right the fuck now. Like this one,

there's four more in the hallway, you grab those... whoo!

We're about to make history, baby! No time for sleep!

Or anything else!

Shh! Shh!

Shh...

[singing] ♪ Dormite por dios, dormite ♪

♪ Mañana tengo trabajo ♪

Is that...

♪ Dormite por dios, dormite ♪

♪ Hacerle caso a tu hermano ♪

♪ Mañana tengo trabajo ♪

♪ Dormite por dios, dormite ♪

♪ Hazle caso a tu hermano ♪

[growling]

♪ Dying in the streets and yelling amen ♪

♪ Money changing hands inside them Days-Inn ♪

and if their playing crazy then they're dazin' ♪

♪ Big calls are being called and paying for the win ♪

♪ so get you money up and and go and cop a Benz ♪

♪ Fully blow your wrist and fully boss up on the men ♪

♪ Gotta get them bras together go and fuck a friend ♪

♪ And chockas for them suckas on the other end ♪

♪ Detroit nigga, yeah you know the rep ♪

Hey!

♪ Birth place of TME, yes BMF ♪

What the fuck is all this, man?

-What you mean, dog? -You know I mean. I saw the invite.

You out here telling people I'm behind this thug shit? You know that ain't my style.

[laughs]

Check it out, y'all. Dondre here in his feelings.

That's my name you fucking with!

You better change your energy, nigga. You up in my house now.

-Our house. -I ain't gonna say it again.

-Pull my name off. -Or what?

[laughs]

You don't get it, do you? It's simple, dog.

Look, I was done with some shit and you took it.

Now you done with some shit, and I'm taking it.

Now, look, playboy, the cover is 20.

Run me some money, or get the fuck up out of here.

-That's cash too, by the way. -No cards.

♪ Junkies everywhere ♪

♪ And they can't feel their face ♪

♪ Lining money in these streets, got it feeling safe ♪

♪ Speed dial for the lawyer gotta beat the case ♪

♪ How I fill yo ass with holes if you spillin' hate ♪

See how easy that was?

♪ I want you to be mine, girl ♪

Damn! This shit's gonna take all night.

What is he even up to with these tapes?

What is he trying to do? And I have to go back

to the studio with what, what this is supposed to become?

You gotta admit, this shit is fire.

Reminds me why I fucked with Sage in the first place.

I don't need him going off the reservation.

That will not end well for me.

Relax, okay? It's Sage.

He gets high on these ideas all the time.

Trust, he's gonna be over this shit by morning.

[sighs]

A few thousand more to go.

I'm gonna go to the hallway and grab another box.

[Collette on tape] Yo, Sage! This shit sounds so tight.

-[Sage] You like that shit, right.? -Sounds like a hit to me.

[Sage] Yeah, yeah. [inhales]

[coughs] Careful, that shit is harsh.

I don't know, 'Lette. If I'm gonna make a move with this joint,

I need to be working with the best, know what I'm saying?

Dungeon Family, Jermaine Dupri. Not this old Chitlin Circuit ass...

[Collette] Damn, give East-O some credit. I mean, this beat does smack.

[Sage] Man, I ain't got to give East-O shit.

I produced like 70 percent of this joint.

[Collette] You don't have to trip.

[Sage] I'm tired of this no-talent hood

riding my coattails.

East-O ain't gonna grub one more penny off my sweat.

-That's my word. -[Collette] Careful, Sage.

You know East-O. He holds on to shit.

Lets it eat away at him till it boils over.

[Sage] God as my witness, East-O try to worm his way back in my shit,

that motherfucker gonna end up dead.

♪ Oh, my God It's like packed in the spot ♪

♪ Packed out like it's ice in my watch ♪

♪ No secret it's hot when I drop ♪

♪ Got girls getting naked ♪

♪ I feel like a god ♪

♪ Don't even hold my weed no more ♪

♪ I got people ain't no equal to the fire ♪

♪ And the power Get your hands up to ♪

♪ Back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up ♪

♪ Put some respect on my name Stack it up, stack it up ♪

♪ I'ma be breaking the bank I got all my girls eating in ♪

♪ And with this party popping You know where we be in ♪

♪ My house, my house You know where you at ♪

♪ My house, my house Bitch, you know where you is ♪

Talk that shit, Rigo! Yeah!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Talk that shit! Hey! Hey!

-[laughs] Oh, shit. -Shh!

Someone looks like they boarded the struggle bus.

I'll be lucky if I don't puke at rehearsal.

Well, hold on, man.

I'll whip up my abuelita's famous hangover cure.

See, the family secret is a little bit of hot sauce,

vinegar, topped off with some... [indistinct]

You know what? I'm good.

-You sure? -Yeah.

[hip-hop plays]

[laughs] Enjoy last night?

Look, according to legend Baryshnikov used to eat

eight-course meals, drink champagne all night,

and fuck half the THOTs in the East Village right before he got onstage.

How is that relevant?

Stop what you're doing! Everybody stop what you're doing!

Gather round! Gather round! Gather round!

You know what this is? Anybody at all?

-It's a cassette tape. -Yes, it is a cassette tape. But it...

It's not about the tape. It's about what's on the tape.

This is the missing piece. This is the holy fucking grail.

Watch.

I have had way too much coffee.

Okay.

[music plays]

Okay. This is dope.

Right? Okay, same rhythm, same dance, different groove.

We gonna start here, build to a whole new place.

Okay? Y'all with me? Are y'all with me?!

-[all] Yeah. -All right, let's get it going! We ain't got time to waste!

Remember, when we get to the break on the end, I need that lift front and center.

Odalie, you got me? Greyhound, you got me?

-What? -You got me?

-Yeah. -All right, here we go.

Five, six, seven, and!

Hey! Move!

All right, all right, let's go!

Greyhound, clean it up! Clean it up!

That's what I'm talking about.

Pick it up, Greyhound! Pick it up!

Ooh! Freestyle, let's go!

There you go, there you go! Let me see how you feeling!

Let's see what's in your world! Here we go!

[groans, yelps]

[sobbing]

You all right?

Yeah.

All right, allright. Stay down, stay down. Stay there.

Your gonna be alright.

♪ You already know, it's a ATL thing ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ Yeah, step up ♪

♪ Yeah, step up ♪

♪ Yeah, step up ♪

♪ Real tight, Gotta step up ♪

♪ Step up ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, Gotta step up ♪

♪ Shorty, yeah yeah, step up ♪

♪ Yeah, step up ♪

♪ You gotta step up ♪

♪ Step up, step up ♪

[announcer] Made in Georgia.

[blows]

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh!