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♪ Shake it, shake it Baby ♪

♪ Shake it, shake it Yeah ♪

Mornin', Christopher.

You all ready to finish high school?

Yeah, I'm excited.

Very excited.

Oh, I can see that.

Yo, two more weeks and we're high-school graduates.

Tick tock. You gonna ask Autumn out before the buzzer rings?

A'ight. A, she has a boyfriend. B, he's a monster.

Come on, dude, take action.

I mean, you been spinnin' for her since like grade two.

Chris. Hey. Why don't you come and get yourself

one of mama's famous breakfast sandwiches.

Famous with who? Dylan got sick last time he had one.

Yeah, Dylan. You know, I worry about him.

Don't get me wrong, I like the boy and all,

but what's he gonna do after high school?

He never set himself up for his future.

Just made one bad mistake after another.

Not like you, superstar. Heh, heh, heh.

So come on down, a'ight? A'ight. I'll be down.

Move your butt. I'll be down.

Oh! Hey, man, about what he just said, don't...

I was just talking to my mom. What's up?

Nothin', man.

Hey, hey, my man.

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

Yo Chris,

Stomp and Deathgrave are outside talking smack about you.

You need to check those fools, man.

You made out with her? Well, not exactly.

Wait, what does that mean?

Well...not at all.

So, what did you do?

Ever hear of the fine art of conversation?

Oh, you suck.

Yo, man, you want sound? You want heavy?

You want 180 grams, my brother.

Yeah, 180 grams don't come cheap, though.

Yeah, what's cost when it comes to quality?

Show you somethin' right now. Call yourself a DJ...

What? What? What you got?

Boom! See this right here, bro.

It's weight, density.

Ain't no needle gonna skip over that mo'fo.

Needle ain't gonna skip on me, period.

Yeah, 'cause you ain't a real DJ.

You pre-mix your shit on your iPad

when you should be doing it on the fly.

Listen, I take the time to get shit right.

You let the whole club hear your mistakes.

Because I'm human.

It's real. Yeah, well, it's imperfect.

That's why it's perfect.

Yo, what's up?

♪ They call me Stomp boy That's what I do to you ♪

♪ Put you in your place In a race that'll do to ya ♪

♪ You don't have the heart Like Stomp do ♪

♪ Battle me and you'll be Headlining the Fox News ♪

♪ They call me Deathgrave I'm the troublin' type ♪

♪ And I'm handin' out obituaries When I'm on the mic ♪

♪ Man, I'm up for a fight Say I'm buggin' you, right ♪

♪ Keep poppin' that lip You gon' see what it's like ♪

♪ Ya got bummy school gear 'Cause ya pockets are light ♪

♪ Man, I'm shining up the hall 'Cause my pockets is right ♪

♪ Got ya girl always talkin' Like, "It's nice ta see ya" ♪

♪ My cheese stays drippin' Like a slice of pizza ♪

♪ Ho, step right up, 'cause Dylan's stealin' the show ♪

♪ And you about to get dissed By my main man Chris ♪

Hey, Dylan, I got this. This is light work.

♪ If you Stomp, he Deathgrave I'm the grim reaper ♪

♪ Make Stomp stomp Deathgrave And put him in a sleeper ♪

♪ Six feet ya deeper than Your Mom's voice ♪

♪ You sound like Darth Vader On steroids ♪

♪ I'm-a get this poppin' Them ain't skinny jeans ♪

♪ You're wearing Momma's stockings ♪

♪ And Deathgrave, man Your raps are so simple ♪

♪ The only thing you ever keep Popping is pimples ♪

♪ I said it, you're done Get back to your fun ♪

♪ 'Cause this battle was over Before it even begun ♪

That's bullshit. That's what I'm talkin' about!

Step off, boys. Maybe next time for the little sisters.

Yo, you got some wrong skills, son.

Yo, we got skills... you know?

You really gonna walk away from all this for college?

I'm not really walking away from anything, man.

We can still do the rap thing,

it just gotta be on the side.

So I been talkin' to my boy Doobie.

He just started this gig at Kickpower Records in New York.

He's gonna get us in.

Look man, I told you, Doobie's an intern.

And he does coke.

Yo, he only does ecstasy and weed.

Okay. It's not what happened!

Why are her books in your bag, Quentin?

Because I was holdin' 'em for her.

Why? That's my friend,

and I'm into Twilight now. That's your friend.

Yes. You're into Twilight now?

Yeah. Hmm-hmm.

Really?

Yes. Since when?

No, stop and talk to me. Since today.

Since today? Yep.

Okay. You on Team Eric or Team Jacob?

Well, first, I mean, you got Jacob,

and he's all that.

Then you got your Eric and he's so...

just kind of wishy washy and all that, so...

I mean... whatever.

All right. Who's Sookie Stackhouse?

The girl that's in love with both of them.

Wouldn't be Twilight without her.

You'd be right. If we were talking about True Blood.

Take your fuckin' books.

Call from my moms. I gotta take it.

I didn't hear it ring.

It's on vibrate.

Fuck, man.

Yo, what the fuck you lookin' at?

I ain't got no food for your fat ass.

Watch out.

Seriously, Quentin? Deuces.

She's just so damn fine.

I'm so sorry.

How come the assholes get the good girls, man?

Assholes roll the dice. Take risks.

What should I say? Think of something.

She ain't gonna just put 'em on the glass.

Y'know, when you rappin', you Superman.

Music fade-- Clark Kent.

Oh, really? Oh, for sure, okay.

Then watch me fly.

Hey, Autumn, Autumn, how you livin', girl?

What's up?

Been better. Yeah.

You hear all that?

Nah, except he might be creepin' with some ho,

but y'know, obviously the guy's into hoes...

Not saying that you're a ho.

The school's full of hoes, you know?

Here a ho, there a ho, everywhere a ho-ho...

And then, poof. Ho be gone.

What are you saying, Chris?

I'm really trying to say I think you're a princess.

Yes!

You're sweet.

I try.

Bye.

Dude, I thought you were toast

with that "ho be gone" nonsense,

but you rallied!

I thought it was funny.

Nah.

This is crazy.

Oh, thank you, baby.

Look, why can't the CPAs I hire get their clients

to put the invoice numbers on their check stubs?

Devil's in the details. Yeah.

And that's why you're the V.P. of Finance.

-Hmm! You mean, the V. -P of that fine ass.

What, you want the double stuff?

I can do that all day long, babe.

Oh, he's home. He's here. Look who's home from school.

Look who's home from school.

Hey, buddy, how was school?

You know, the usual.

I'm-a be upstairs.

Wait, hey, hey.

Uh... dad, are you on the pipe?

You actin' kinda strange today. What's up?

Son, for 18 years,

you have been hard-working, and responsible.

And we're so relieved you realized

the whole music thing ain't for you.

You guys didn't give me much of a choice on that one,

but...thanks.

It's not true. There's always a choice.

You just have a knack for making the right ones.

Can I do it? Can I tell him?

Follow me.

Chris, Chris, Chris.

Wow!

You got yourself a beautiful car here, pops.

Yeah, you know, I figured this is probably

the perfect car for a college kid.

Oh, hell, no! Oh, hell, yes.

Figured a guy like you could use a fine ride.

Dad, this is amazing! Thanks!

Whoa! Hey, uh-uh. No, no, no.

Let's hold off a couple of weeks, then make it official.

Don't worry, son.

You're gonna be slicin' some serious poontang pie

up in this here.

Poontang pie.

♪ I'm still that G Still who ridin' ♪

♪ Flip my new lip Wouldn't Cop the newer model ♪

♪ More paper than a trashman Last man standing ♪

♪ Anywhere in the world We on airplanes landing ♪

♪ Hustle like a porn star Love to pass the rock ♪

♪ The whole chicken though I ain't standin' on the block ♪

♪ Enrolled in the hood 'cause It always have my back ♪

♪ Taught me how to rap Taught me how to flip that ♪

Melvin!

What did you just say to him?

Uh...

Son... Speeding.

Uh, don't be speeding,

and to respect women at all times.

All times.

Hello?

Yes...

Oh, Lord, no!

No!

Who dead?

Aunt Coot.

Aunt Coot?

Oh, the humpback?

Oh, they still on the phone?

I'm sorry.

All right, baby, we gotta hurry.

It's gonna be hours to get to Barstow.

I just can't believe

they called the day of the funeral.

She's been dead a week, and they just call now?

Yes. Because they don't like us.

Wait, I'm confused. Was it Aunt Maybelline who died?

It was Aunt Coot. Coot?

You may not remember her. It's been a while.

Oh, the humpback?

Yeah, she was texting on the stairs, son,

and that weight of that hump just became too much,

and she fell down, just hump over hump over hump.

She was humped to death.

Wow!

Damn hump took her out.

We'll be back Saturday. Okay.

I know I don't have to say this...

You don't have to say it. I'll take care of the house.

I got it. Baby, you're forgettin',

you're talking to our responsible and mature son.

Heh, heh, heh, heh.

And you know how your mama is

about girls in the house while she's away,

so cool it on that front.

And remember what's waiting on you.

Okay? Okay.

No mistakes. A'ight.

Okay.

Right, ya'll. Ya'll drive safe.

No texting and driving.

Remember what happened to Aunt Hump!

Let's go, homey, it's Friday.

Get your ass in the car. Come on, it's Friday.

Friday, Friday.

When you gonna get rid of this broke-down hooptie?

Don't hate on the car.

Got my first hand job in this car.

Yeah, from your own hand.

Whassup, Doobie?

That's great.

Yeah.

Yeah, just text me when it's going down.

Oh, you got that right, Doobie.

Guess who that was?

I don't know. Doobie?

In town with his boss, Keniston Scott!

Oh, shit! Keniston Scott!

Who's that?

The record exec! Well, okay.

Too bad we don't have a decent demo to give 'em.

Forget a demo. That don't show what we do in a crowd.

We need to find a house party.

I'm down. I can roll all night. The parents are outta town.

Back up the escalade.

Are you sayin' your parents are out of town

and you got the crib to yourself?

Oh, no! Don't even think it.

We're gonna have the house party in your house.

No, 'cause we're not destroying my parents' house.

You're crazy. Don't you see? It's fate.

This is your moment.

My moment?

Look, I like rap, all right.

But I don't know if I want to do it the rest of my life.

Bullshit! You want to be a rap star, Chris.

You always have.

Look, I told my folks I'd be mature.

I didn't tell you, but they got me a graduation gift.

A '85 Camaro.

Riding.

That's a crazy vehicle!

And I will do sex in it when the time comes.

No, you won't.

But in the meantime, we're gonna make this party

an exclusive, invite-only affair.

I'll invite Doobie and Keniston Scott,

you invite Autumn Rose.

She's just a beautiful flower,

waiting on you to pollinate her.

All right, 10 people at the most?

15, hard limit.

How 'bout that?

You think Autumn really likes me?

Yeah.

But she needs to see you in star mode

to seal the deal.

And tell her to leave the boyfriend at home.

For sure. A'ight. Keeping it small, right?

Real small. Miniscule.

A'ight. Like your package.

Oh, don't even play me, dog, I'm blessed, a'ight?

House party?

Hell, yeah, I'll be there.

We gotta make sure we get all the furniture

out of the room. Yeah, check.

I'll be right back.

Chris, dude! The house orgy's on, man!

What? Hey, Chris!

Going to perpetrate some nasty ass strange inside your house!

Long and wide, from behind and from the side, baby!

I'm gonna give a girl a baby on your couch!

I'm getting blown in your bedroom, man.

Oh, hell, no! Dylan!

Yeah, what's up, bro?

Yo, why is everybody saying they're gonna bang in my house.

Bang out some tunes, yo.

They just talkin'. I mean, they're just kids.

No, man, this is gettin' out of hand.

I'm shutting it down, right now.

Come on. Hey, Chris,

everybody's going to your party.

I'll see you there tonight!

I'll see you there.

Later, Dylan.

You were saying?

How the hell did this happen?

Chris? Dylan?

What's up, Precocious?

Yeah, we a little busy here.

I've been hearin' about your house party...

Where did you hear about this? On Facebook.

On Facebook!

And Twitter, and Tumbler,

and Instagram and... What do you want?

Well, I was wonderin'...

Can I come?

Sorry, I mean, too many bodies as it is.

But... I'm gonna try and make some room for you, Precocious.

Oh, really? Yeah.

Yo, you got heart, G.

And with any luck, you'll get Autumn too.

Get Autumn too.

Hey, Chris! Yo! Chris, man!

How you gon' hire Hardcap to DJ your party

when I'm yo boy?

I didn't hire no DJ.

You great, Bootytime. But Hardcap is hot.

Tsk! Man, that's messed up, Dylan.

You too, Chris. Us three go back since forever.

Bootytime, you rock the house.

But that shit you got is always breaking down.

He's right. It's not.

My shit is fixed. Hand to God, yo.

Plus, you said these playas were lookin' for old school,

not Hardcap's disco electro crypto bullshit.

Better than your played-out hood rat grab bag!

Yeah, whatever.

So, what's the verdict? Yeah, what's the verdict? Chris?

Look, this is how it has to go down.

Hardcap, I know Bootytime five years longer than you,

so you got the gig.

You gonna have to be on standby. Just in case, bro.

Don't trip. Ain't gonna be no "just in case."

Chuck E. Cheese is lookin' for a DJ, though.

See you in class. Peace.

Standby, man?

Sorry, bro. It's Chuck E. Cheese, man.

I mean, they are hiring.

Chuck E. Cheese.

I got to get to my class. Chuck E. Cheese.

That's whack, man.

Gentlemen, we need to avenge Gotham City.

What do you mean?

We need to find a way to get into Chris' party.

Www.howdowedothat.com?

We can bring him some food...

You can make sushi.

I'm not Japanese.

Guys, I could sell my father's porn collection.

No!

Well, well, well.

Heaven just pulled up in a green hooptie.

Tracey, just look at Chris.

I been waitin' for that young tender ass to turn 18.

You're old enough to be his mother.

I think the term is "cougar."

And as said cougar, I'm gonna tear that ass up.

Victoria! I'm serious.

Girl, you know Lisa Ann? Porn actress.

You know, when she was younger, she was just another porn ho.

Then she turn 40...

she's the number one name in adult entertainment.

Hottest thing.

How you think Demi Moore got Ashton Kutcher?

Or how Susan Sarandon with her big ole titties,

how you think she got Tim Robbins?

Because them sisters know what's up.

And you know what's up-- the slightly older,

but still damn sexy woman. Hello!

Oh, girl, look.

I think somebody's having a little party.

And I sure hope he invites me

'cause I wanna provide that young man

with some MILF and cookies. Grrr!

Move that?

Yeah, just... put it in my room.

Yep.

Bootytime's here.

Good, he's early.

Yo, Chris, you got any Hot Pockets

up in the fridge, man? I'm hungry. Gotta get ready--

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Hey, yo, Chris, don't even trip, man.

You already know DJ Bootytime

brought enough super glue and duct tape

to fix any problem that comes up...

it's called preparation, man. C'mon, you already know this.

Yeah, lemme move this right quick.

Goddamn, this thing is heavy.

Like this.

Oh, hell, no!

What y'all talking about? Oh, shit.

Hey, man, don't even trip, bro.

Chris, I got some Clorox sheets in the trunk.

Clorex sheets!

It'll scrub out any scratches that happens on this floor.

Pops ain't even gonna notice.

Keep your chin up. You know Bootytime got you.

Deal! We're gonna have some fine ladies up in here.

And they gonna be all over DJ Bootytime

like I can't believe it ain't butter, what?

'Cause it DJ Bootytime!

Spread it on and let it melt down ya chin, bitches!

Whoo! Does this guy really get laid?

Whatcha mean I get laid? They call me Frito,

that's how much I get laid so much.

They couldn't keep their hands off me in the front yard.

Your neighbors was on me, man.

Pfft! Scratch it up tonight.

Underclassmen.

You don't really think you're getting in, do you?

We brought you some high-end booze,

you know, for the house.

♪ Yo, ho, ho, and three bottles of rum ♪

Come on in if you're coming.

Go, go, go. Up top, man.

♪ Got a drink in my hand But don't spill it ♪

♪ With a chick on my arm That's what I'm dealin' with ♪

♪ When I rush the boss He wants to answer the party ♪

♪ They put me in charge So I'm-a kill it ♪

♪ Got a drink in my hand But don't spill it ♪

♪ With a chick on my arm That's what I'm dealin' with ♪

There she is.

Get on in here with your bad self.

Get in there!

♪ We turn up Till the night's gone ♪

♪ Grab a cup Until we break dawn ♪

♪ Goin' hard till we fall Then we do, do, do it again ♪

♪ Cash bar Tell her be friends ♪

Hey, no, no, no. Yo, yo, yo.

Will you relax? It's all chill.

That scratch Bootytime put in the floor is not all chill.

We already started the night off on a deficit.

Is Autumn here? Not yet.

But she best be bringing Morgan,

'cause she be lookin' fine as hell.

Doobster! Doobie.

No! Food poisoning?

Listen to me, you get your ass off that toilet,

and get over here with Keniston Scott!

Doobie, don't...

He hung up. What's the crisis?

He ate some bad sushi or somethin'.

He's out. I knew it.

Doobie's full of shit.

Literally. So the record exec is out.

So this was all for nothing?

No, Keniston Scott's coming without Doobie.

Okay, I'll believe that when I see it.

And even if he does come,

we don't even know what he looks like.

Doobie's not pickin' up.

Keniston could be here now and we won't even know it.

No, I'll just look for the old guy in a suit.

Believe me, I can sniff out a record executive.

We need to make a name for ourselves.

Yeah. And how do we do that?

I mean, we are who we are, right?

No, look at that guy from that sitcom,

the one who acted all whacky.

Then he did some crazy interviews,

and suddenly he's the rockstar from Mars.

Yeah. And he rose again,

all new and powerful, like the Phoenix.

Like freakin' caw-caw, caw-caw.

That's what we need to do.

Yeah. To our time!

Our time.

Now, that guy is weird.

Way weird.

♪ Do, do, do it Do, do, do it again ♪

Yo, what's up, man? You see I'm in my zone!

Yo, get my track cued up and ready to pop in a snap.

I'm gonna need two hot mics for me and Chris.

That guy from Kickpower Records still coming?

Yep. Me and Chris gonna blow shit up.

For sure. Hey, I can remix your shit too.

You know, put my freak in it, c-c-cut it up!

Go easy. Don't remix too much so people can't recognize it.

I got you, let's go, do this.

♪ Pop, pop, pop, pop Let it drop, drop, drop ♪

♪ If you got paid And feel famous ♪

♪ You sippin' on something Outrageous ♪

♪ Then pop ♪

Oh-oh. Who you gettin' all Beyonce'd up for?

That Dylan lookin' good lately.

Huh, Dylan.

So, what's up with you and Chris?

He's cute. Nice guy.

Yeah.

You ever get the feeling that Quentin is kind of...

An asshole?

Yeah.

All the time.

♪ Bounce that ass Bounce that ass ♪

♪ She on that tworky shit Twork, twork, twork ♪

♪ She did a headstand ♪

♪ Twork, twork, twork I threw a couple bands ♪

Welcome to mi casa.

Told you I'd be here.

So, um, you figured out

the directions and everything, right?

I'm here, right? True.

Um, how was traffic?

Why don't you fix us a drink?

That's a great idea. I got you.

Whassup, baby?

You're looking exceptional.

Just tryin' to represent, y'know.

You representin' and presentin'.

You know it.

Get over here, come on.

Down, boy. The night is young.

Just put a little rum in there.

No, that's gross.

All right, let's see, let's see.

A little vodka, okay...

A little rum...

triple sec... All right.

little more vodka...

How about a splash of orange juice?

That's quite a drink.

What, you wanna split it?

Yeah, sure. All right. Here you go.

Hmm-hmm, here you go.

Thank you.

And how about to endless possibilities,

and no more high school.

Endless possibilities.

I like that.

Cheers.

I like your earrings. They're very unusual.

Thank you.

I take different pieces from random things

and put 'em together to make something new.

You know...

That's hot. Thanks.

Creative.

I have this idea to start like a nonprofit clothing line.

Get some duds on the poor.

Wow! Somethin' like that.

Sounds amazing. Thanks.

So, what're you planning on doing after graduation?

UC Santa Barbara.

Oh! Okay. Yeah.

I wanna study fashion,

but my dad wants me to have like a fall-back real degree.

Oh, see, that's my pop's thing too.

I do music, I rap here and there.

I've heard you rap, Chris.

The whole school has. You guys are dope.

Aw, we're not... We do a little something, something.

A lot of folks can.

Don't minimize it. Own it.

The truth is, I like to do both. Rap and school.

Yo, this party isn't as whack as I thought.

I heard on Black Planet there was supposed to be a donkey.

Chris, you know Quentin...

What's up? How you doing?

And look what you got...

You know I ain't all flossy like that.

Baby, it's not about bein' flossy.

It's about lettin' everybody know

that you're my number one girl.

Number one girl. Quentin, what up?

I see a couple of my cats over there.

It's a bird! It's a plane.

No, no, no, it's a Q! Ha, ha, ha.

Excuse me.

Hmm, I hate that guy.

♪ Let me dream, set me free Take me away ♪

♪ You can tie me down, throw me Round, have it your way ♪

♪ Curtis and Skippy Flirting with hippies ♪

♪ At the house party smokin' Blunt full spliffy ♪

♪ Light it up, smoke it up And let's get trippy ♪

♪ Let's go insane ♪

♪ No pain, no gain ♪

Three dime pieces-- 10's, ahead.

Hey, how about over there?

Three nickels-- 5's...at best.

You know what they say,

one man's Chloe is another man's Kim.

Nobody actually says that.

No? No.

Yes, sir, we'll take those nickels, thank you very much.

Three nickels is 15. It's five more than a ten.

Oh, I like that. Yeah.

Hold on now.

Lions... Tigers...

And bears.

Oh, my.

♪ Neighborhood watch, there's A party round the block ♪

♪ Tell the crew we got to get There before we call cops ♪

Hey, hey, don't go upstairs.

Hey.

Oh! Mrs. Meyer.

Oh, come on. Hello, Christopher.

We're both adults now. You can call me Kee Kee.

Oh, okay. Uh...

Well, you gonna invite us in or what?

Um...

Come on, Christopher, I know you're throwin' a party,

and I ain't here to bust you, baby.

Uh-uh. I'm here just to have a little fun.

Right.

Come on in. The drinks are in the kitchen.

You help yourself.

Oh, I always do.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Watch your step. Wait for me.

Now don't be blocking my action tonight.

Yo, yo, King Louis.

Purple kush?

Hey. Hey.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

No. Hey, whoa, whoa.

Excuse me, man. You're excused.

This liquor's off-limits.

Damn.

Yo, dog. Dog. Dog.

There is a real live gnome outside.

What? Yo, who are all these people in my house?

I guess word got out. Because you put it out.

This is not what we talked about.

You were supposed to keep it under control.

There's gotta be people here

so Keniston Scott could see how we get them hoppin'.

You want him to see us rappin' to crickets?

Okay. Right. Right.

At least get crowd control or something.

Get somebody at the door. Already on it.

Got my boy Pete guarding the golden entrance.

We all good.

♪ Feel the heat In these streets I'm runnin' ♪

♪ And if it's goin' down You know I done it ♪

♪ I'm the boss out here I run it ♪

♪ We gonna set it off this year I'm on it ♪

Ain't you a little old for this party?

I've got business here.

Well, get your ass in there. Take care of business.

♪ Call ya ♪

♪ Can you hear me call ya ♪

♪ Can you hear me call ya ♪

♪ Can you hear me call ya ♪

I thought you supposed to be watching the door.

I am.

You see any music executive types come through?

You know, a mover-shaker type?

Nah.

Wait, actually--

Nope.

♪ Lookin' so fine In the club ♪

♪ Everybody showin' me love ♪

♪ Lookin' so fly In the club ♪

♪ Everybody showin' me love ♪

♪ On top like the pop Since noon ♪

♪ I keep goin' out Like a house of balloons ♪

♪ I swear, I'm a groom Hip to a loon ♪

Hey!

♪ I sweep her off her feet She call me Mr. Broom ♪

♪ Ha, see, first they said I wouldn't make it ♪

♪ Same people come around Don't say shit ♪

Uh, Chris, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

You know. Except for my so-called "guests"

are lighting fire bombs in my backyard

and destroying my parents' crib.

Other than that, it's all good.

So I take it you didn't get permission to throw this party?

To be honest with you, hell no.

Chris, I've watched you bust ass since grade school.

You realize, you deserve a party, right?

Maybe.

Not maybe. You do.

Plus, nothing has happened you can't clean,

so just calm down, have some fun.

Okay.

Uh, where's Quentin? Thought y'all were dancing.

We were, but, uh, he vanished, as usual.

Or he read the invite and left.

'Cause it specifically said, "Everybody's welcome,

except serial killers, the walking dead,

and conceited jocks who don't know a great thing

when they have it."

Well, hello, Mr. Chris.

How's it hanging, baby?

Half-mast?

Or full staff?

Mrs. Meyer.

How about you meet my friend Autumn?

Hey.

Why don't you and I go hit that dance floor

and get all hot and sweaty together?

Uh, you mind if I take a rain check on that one?

A rain check?

That's cute. A rain check.

Rain check. Mm-hm.

Okay.

I'll see you a little later.

Excuse me. Excuse me, baby.

It's gettin' a little tight. It is a little tight.

It's a little tight up in here. Okay?

That kinda tight.

All right, Mrs. Meyer.

That's the next door neighbor.

Uh, apparently she's recently single.

Uh, apparently she wants to jump your bones.

Really? You think so? Yeah.

Maybe just a little.

Wow.

Wanna check out my graduation present?

Sure, yeah.

Come on.

I get the keys when they get back tomorrow.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad? This car is the bomb dot com.

So are you.

Come here. Me?

Oh, really?

You know I'm just playin', right?

Hell, yeah.

No, I didn't really know that.

So when she finally stopped screaming,

I said to her, "I rang the doorbell, didn't I?"

♪ Seems to me I'm Mr. Man on the block ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Get low, get low ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go Dojo ♪

♪ Look up, it's a bird It's a plane ♪

♪ The whole entire town's Going to hear me when I say ♪

♪ I'm flossy and I'm bossy I'm flossy and I'm bossy ♪

♪ I'm flossy and I'm bossy Okay ♪

♪ Tryin' to get a stack, baby Call me green thumb ♪

♪ Make, make, make it hot ♪

♪ Make, make it hot like ♪

Girl, this is our jam!

Would you excuse me for one second?

Do ya thing. Okay.

All my girls get behind me.

Girls over here, boys over there.

Come on, let's go. Back up, girls.

♪ Make it hot like ♪

♪ Make it hot ♪

♪ Make it hot like Make it hot ♪

♪ Make it hot M-M-Make it hot like ♪

♪ It's your chance, baby ♪

♪ Let me see you dance, baby ♪

♪ Let me see what you got I'm-a put you on the spot ♪

♪ Better, better make it hot Make it hot like ♪

♪ It's your chance, baby ♪

♪ Let me see you dance, baby ♪

♪ Let me see what you got I'm-a put you on the spot ♪

♪ Better, better make it hot Make it hot like ♪

That's the best y'all got?

You got somethin' better?

Yo, let's do it!

Back 'em up!

♪ Make it hot ♪

♪ Make it hot like ♪

What the fuck?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Those girls are hot.

Oh, hell to the no. Them skinny bitches?

Shit. They ain't no what they doin'.

Yo, what's with you hijacking my jam, son?

You done just stepped into some shit.

Yo, what do you think I came down here for?

To watch these peeps get bored

to death with your bullshit old school?

I took it because you didn't know what to do with it.

Look, man, you don't ever,

ever, ever, ever mix with a man's mix, boy.

Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Tyson, Tyson. Holyfield.

Yo. You're trippin', go back to your corners, man.

Hardcap.

I remember back in the day when we did some real dancin'.

You know, we did stuff like this, and the Hustle.

We weren't all over the floor like some skank hos.

I'm Dylan.

So glad you made it.

Yeah, lovin' me some old school house party.

Yo, let me tell Chris you're here, all right?

He'd love to meet you too.

You almost got it.

Chris...

Aw, baby, that lil' dance you and Morgan did was cute.

You too, "Stomp The Yard."

But isn't all that "You Got Served" pop-lockin' played out?

What are we watchin' here, Footloose or Flashdance?

As played out as the medallion with your initials on it?

Or did the rest of your name fall off

because it ain't really real platinum?

This here is more real

than anything you gon' get your hands on.

It's time! Keniston Scott is here, we need to get on the mic!

Who? The record exec.

Oh, shit.

♪ Like a bomb went off In the middle of the night ♪

♪ It had me trippin', jumped Up out my bed for a peek ♪

♪ I walked over to my window But my knees felt weak ♪

Yo, yo, don't trip. I got this.

Please don't tell me your board did not just go out.

My board did not just go out, man.

You're about to set off all the smoke alarms.

I got this.

I got my amp in the car, man.

All right. Hardcap, you on. Go get it.

You done, son.

Hardcap is on.

I'm sorry. Chris.

Hey. Hey, Chris!

Chris!

You're still gonna give me 50 dollars for the night?

Oh, my God.

Dude, oh, my God.

So, we got a small technical issue

but we're gettin' it fixed.

You in a rush? Not particularly.

Okay, so you can hang?

'Cause we really want you to see us do our thing.

Only if I can get a drink in this place.

I'll be right back.

Twenty-five-year single malt scotch.

Excuse me.

All right. All right, everybody, don't trip.

The music will be back on in a second.

So everybody just, uh, mingle or something.

Hey, Chris. Chris.

Yo, what's up.

Hey, you got some wire cutters?

Maybe, man, I might have to look.

All right. Please. All right.

Hey.

About the sidekick.

Really, Tom don't need Jerry. Batman don't need Robin.

What are you doing?

I'm doing what the kids call "sexting."

Kee Kee.

You ever think about giving this whole thing up?

Vict--

Victoria...

Hello, Christopher, you got a second to talk?

Um, actually, I gotta get back downstairs.

No, no, no, don't you go anywhere.

Now, Christopher, listen,

I know I'm just a little bit older than you

and, well, you've got all those little young girls down there

just puttin' their little cotton tails

all up in your face, and that's what college is for.

Let's just say you and me go across the street

back to my house,

and let me break you off into a real man?

Mrs. Meyer, actually, I gotta get downstairs.

Stop it. Just stop it, stop it.

Ow. Just wait a second.

At least look at what's being offered, baby.

Oh. Those are, uh, insanely explicit.

Uh... Ooh.

Okay, I don't even know what that is.

You don't know what that is?

I love this. Let me tell you what it is.

Hi. I'm Jerry.

And I'm Precocious.

Wanna go where it's a little quieter and talk?

That sounds really nice, Jerry.

Yeah? Yeah.

Christopher, you cannot tell me

that you don't notice me noticing you noticing me

when I come out to get my morning paper.

And you don't think I notice that big morning woody?

Yeah, that big mornin'--

You don't think I would possibly...

Whoa. Whoa. You ain't got no panties on.

I know. And I'm so much wetter than that sock under your bed.

How'd you know?

Baby, I know everything.

Miss Meyer, Miss Meyer!

To the left. To the left, son.

Whoo! Yes, yes.

Yes. Oh, no.

I was just looking for you.

Um, news flash.

I'm not in her vagina.

I wasn't in her vagina.

Not yet!

I swear, it's not what it looks like.

I don't have time to explain 'cause I gotta get on the mic.

Do what you have to do.

All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You see, this is still my gig, these are still my speakers

so I'm still rockin' this party.

Sorry, dog.

I'm the only one who works my board, man.

Okay, that's cool. Just, uh, unplug your shit, homey.

Go get your own speakers, and maybe you can rock this party.

Oh, yeah? Whoa, gentlemen.

We don't have time for this. Y'all need to work this out.

How we gonna do that?

Look, y'all are both DJs tonight.

Y'all gotta switch and take turns.

Y'all sharing equipment, y'all gotta share time.

Let's go. Come on, cue my track, let's go.

Come on, Bootytime, you in it.

All right, all right, all right.

Where are we going?

Oh, do you want me to wait outside?

Shut up and kiss me, stud!

Oh, damn, you're hot.

Now you shut up and do what I say, little man.

Look what we've got here.

What's this?

It's blue boner magic.

Now chew it up and swallow me down!

Oh, yeah.

What's crackin' up in here?

Y'all wanna see how it's done?

♪ Let's go, uhh ♪

♪ I'm swaggeriffic Supercalifragalistic ♪

♪ Party with The baddest chicks ♪

♪ It's a two-piece combo And a biscuit ♪

-♪ Chris really go H.A. -M No imitation pork, no spam ♪

♪ Try music like this Oh, damn ♪

♪ Go, stupid girls Clap your hands ♪

♪ Haters gonna hate I just look the other way ♪

♪ We got models poppin' bottles And I got the Alize ♪

♪ What you know about money? ♪

♪ I throw it in ya face ♪

♪ Let me know how it taste ♪

♪ 'Cause you lookin' At a great ♪

Slap me.

Slap me like a bass guitar. Oh, yeah.

Slap that ass. Oh, yeah. Slap it some more.

Whoo-hoo!

♪ Go in on it Drinks up ♪

♪ Go in on it Drink up ♪

Come on, baby, you gotta pound!

♪ DJ Hardcap salute ♪

♪ One last thing I got to do ♪

♪ Whack chain Q I'm watchin' you ♪

♪ Then wink at ya girl I got you, boo ♪

♪ 'Cause you treat her bad Dump him, let me be your man ♪

♪ Q stands for Quit ♪

I'm gonna bust a nut.

Here it comes!

Oh!

Get back!

Oh, shit.

You took it all.

You pounded that pussy and beat it up.

You rocked my world, girl.

She caved in the damn ceiling.

Oh, hell no.

What the hell are you doing?

Damn, the dance floor is jacked up.

Yeah, I guess this party's over.

Yeah.

Yo, wait! Why don't we just take it to the back yard?

Man, you ain't so dumb for a fake DJ.

Let's take it to the yard!

Take it the yard, everybody!

Whoa, glad you're still here, man.

Hey, Dylan! What up, partner?

Plumbing problems, you know?

Anyway, this is my partner on the mic, Chris.

Chris. Nice to meet you, man.

Thanks for coming. Nice to meet you.

Sorry about all this.

At least you got

some 25-year-old scotch out of the deal.

Finest libation these lips have ever experienced.

So, um, what'd you think?

Of our performance?

I mean, despite everything.

You can be honest with us.

Well, until the shit hit the fan,

I say you guys did a damn good job.

Great, in fact.

Me and Chris, we write the lyrics together,

but he's the featured rapper, I basically just back him up.

But, you know, I lay down all the beats,

you know, produce it.

So we both know our roles here.

So, uh, you saying we both have a shot at a record deal?

Better than a shot.

I'm gonna go on record right now and say

it is going to happen.

All right!

Now we're talkin'! Whoo! Yeah!

This is amazing! This is crazy.

All right, uh, so how does this work?

Do we do it here or do we fly to New York?

You know, sign it there? What's up?

What you talkin' bout, Willis?

How does it normally work with the label?

What label? Uh, Kickpower Records?

You know, your label.

You are Keniston Scott, right?

I'm Gary. The limo driver.

Limo--

Limo driver? Man, I brought--

I brought those kids there, man.

Whoo!

So why did you pretend

like you were some big shot record executive?

Look, man, I just came in for a drink.

I never said I was anybody.

If there was some misunderstanding, I'm sorry.

He's got my scotch, dog. Did you even ask his name?

I saw the suit, he had the attitude,

I just thought...

You thought you knew what a record executive looks like?

Did you even Google him?

Look, guys, this seems like an honest mistake.

But what you guys did up there, that was inspiring.

Look, I might not be in the business,

give up your dreams,

you end up in a black suit driving a limo.

Believe it.

Thanks.

I got 'em movin' again with my set.

No, 'cause it was my set got the party jumpin' at first.

Whatever, DJ Duct Tape.

Ready to go back to the party?

I can't go back down there.

They all hate me.

You're really beautiful.

Whoo! Precocious!

Precocious! Precocious!

♪ Just play the music Get sound together ♪

♪ Friday night And the club is packed ♪

Yeah, yeah. Dip it low, dip it low.

Yo, it's a shame you can't really mix on the fly.

'Cause we coulda had a serious battle to see who's best.

What? You wanna battle?

Like-- Like you and me?

Yo, wouldn't be a battle.

It'd be an ass whoopin'. You know that.

All right, you said it. Let's do it.

Age before beauty, son.

That's a great line,

but, um, I'm younger than you, idiot.

Oh, okay.

But prepare to get served on the ones and twos, homey.

Great.

Man, that sounds like shoes in a dryer.

Always hatin', man.

See, I keep it unfamiliar. A little of what we grew up to,

but mostly what we growin' into.

Check this out.

Oh. Ooh.

That's cool and all, that's cute.

Uh, but check this out, bro.

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Jump it, you need it I know you feel it ♪

♪ Like you wanna stay Six in the morning ♪

♪ No one yawning We no go away ♪

♪ Everybody dancing, prancing Wind it every way ♪

♪ So get somebody, move And go to the early day ♪

♪ Party people, lookin' fly Put your hands up to the sky ♪

♪ Put your hands Up to the sky ♪

Whoo, we blew this thing up.

For reals.

Yo, okay, I gotta admit, that was mad cool.

Those were some sick fades, yo.

You know, we could do this again and you know what?

I think peeps'd like it.

You mean, like a producing team or something?

Maybe.

You willing to ease up on the pre-mix a little bit?

Let things happen at the right time?

All right. You willing to ease up on the old school?

Call us Bootytime and Hardcap. Oh, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's Hardcap and Bootytime.

Don't think I didn't notice that last fade.

It was far from smooth.

You know what it's called? It's called human.

Hell, yeah.

All right, so you can keep working on mine.

Let's dance.

I'm not really in the mood.

Well, I am. Let's go.

I believe the young lady is winning the war.

Or what do you call her? "The piece of shit."

Oh, the war ain't over yet, baby.

You see these girls?

They got special powers.

Back up, watch this.

Move out of the way.

Go get you something to eat, bitch.

Hello, Christopher. How you doin'?

May I have this dance?

What's the matter with you?

Oh, come on, dance with me.

No, no. Right over here.

Uh-uh. Autumn's gone. I'm here, baby.

Please. Now, now, listen, Christopher.

When are we gonna talk about bofa?

Bofa? Mm-hm.

Bofa deez nuts. Oh!

Yeah, baby.

Oh, come on, you know you like it.

Yeah, baby. Stop fighting, stop fighting.

Oh, so you like it on the floor.

Hey. No, no. No! Come on, cowboy, let me ride ya!

Put your head up in here.

Oh!

Relax.

Whoo!

Yes, Lord, yes.

Whoo!

Man, uh, I underestimated your boy Chris.

The man does enjoy his cougars.

Get up in there.

Don't leave one unturned! No!

Oh, so you wanna stay on the floor?

Okay. I got something for you. No, no, no.

Listen, baby, do you know how wet I get

when I see you in the morning, I'm going to get my paper?

Oh, you make we wetter than a puppy in a downpour.

She 'bout to get in on that Johnson, Johnson!

Just lay back, it'll be cool! Help me.

I'm-a help you.

No, no, no. No, no.

Victoria, please.

Please! Oh, I'm gonna please you.

Ow.

Well, looks like somebody needs a drink now.

Thank you for the dance, Christopher.

Somebody get me a drink.

He's all yours, Twiggy.

All right, everybody, ain't nothin' to see here.

Looks like you're having fun. Really?

You call getting attacked by a wildebeest fun?

Autumn...

Yo, she get her mouth around the tip?

Autumn...

She get her mouth around the tip?

What are you talking about? Not even a taste?

No! Dyl-- Dylan. Dylan.

You can take your stupid chain back.

What did you say to me? Let go of me, Quentin.

Quit bein' such a bitch. You're hurting me.

Let go. Yo.

Mind your business. Step off.

Yo, this is my house, it is my business.

You been bird-doggin' my girl all night.

Step off, punk. Yo, get out my house.

And I don't remember inviting Chris Brown.

Come on with it. You gonna get this ass-whoopin'

you been earning since third grade.

I was thinkin' the same thing.

Come on, let's go.

Take it to him, Chris. Don't do this.

Oh.

Get him, Chris.

Stick and move, baby. Mayweather in the house.

Come on, little Chris, come on.

That's all you got?

Uh-uh. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, okay.

Come on. Come on.

That's my homey. That's my homey.

Oh!

Oh, damn.

Told you, punk! Yo, Autumn, let's go.

We leavin' right now. Screw you.

What? Screw you.

You want this bologna pony?

You can have him.

I'll just call one of my other bitches.

This party's whack.

Later for y'all.

Damn you.

Who threw that?

Oh, I swear. Argh!

What on earth moved you to speak at the reception?

Come on, Mimi, people do speak at funerals.

Yeah, but, you got up there

and said "Don't blame God. Blame the hump."

Yes. I was trying to offer comfort.

You saw her in that casket.

Look-- Look like she was trying to reach out

after everybody with that hump holding her up, just--

Honestly, they probably should've cremated her.

You know your Aunt Coot, huh?

You think that hump would burn?

I'm sorry, I know it's your family, but that was freakish.

I mean, you saw her in that casket

just still slowly rocking back and forth on that hump.

That was scary.

Kids were screaming, "Close the casket!"

They couldn't close the casket.

She had a big old hump.

Yo, move away from the light.

Stay away from the light.

You okay, Rocky?

More like Apollo Creed.

Yo, what'd he hit me with?

A pipe? That'd be his fist, bro.

He way too big for you. Come on.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing, taking on a monster.

Letting you talk me into this party wasn't either.

Oh, so now it's my fault you got knocked the hell out?

Look at my crib, bro.

Look at it.

Shit's broken!

The good booze is gone.

The floor is destroyed. Now there's a hole in my ceiling,

and the toilet's sitting in the living room!

You did me wrong, partner.

Hold up.

We made this decision together.

No. You made this decision and guilted me into going along.

Guilted you?

Don't-- Don't you see?

The second you're done with tonight,

you're done with me. Come on, that's bullshit.

You don't think I know why you went along with all this?

You feel sorry for me, don't you?

Damn.

It's true.

So, let's just call this what it really was then.

A going-away present from a college-bound winner

to a neighborhood loser.

I even heard your father say it,

and you didn't say shit about it.

I do what I always do when it comes to you, Dylan.

I suck it up because you're my best friend, Dylan.

But, damn, best friend only gets you so far, man.

Truth is, you're just selfish, dude.

You know what? You're just scared.

I'm scared?

You think you might not make it as a rapper

so you act like you don't want it, but that's punk ass shit.

What else do you want, man? I got new responsibilities.

Look, one of these days, bro, you're gonna have to grow up.

Because if you ain't noticed, we ain't kids no more.

Look, man, look--

Go, Dylan. Yo, whatever, dude.

You were so mean to him.

He's still your best friend, Chris.

I know. I know.

I'm gonna call him later or somethin'.

Okay.

Well, thanks for standing up for me.

That was some crazy ass heroics.

But why'd you do it?

You know, uh, I sat behind you in second grade,

and, uh, ever since then, I known exactly what I wanted.

Well, why didn't you ever ask me out?

What if you rejected me?

Oh, my bad, Chris.

What?

That's it! All right. Everybody, the hell out!

Drive safe.

Did you see what happened?

I guess these old bones just don't attract anybody no more.

Guess that makes me an old fool.

That is where you're wrong.

You've been waiting for Chris?

Guess what, I've been waiting for you.

Through all those years of your bad marriage,

you think I just stuck around out of friendship?

Let's go back to your place and talk about it.

Kee-kee, baby.

Tracey!

Oh, I feel so alive.

Let's go. Let's go.

Damn.

Best house party ever.

Chill out.

Everybody. Thanks.

All right, man. Yeah.

Drive safe.

Especially you.

I woulda rode that driver's bald head.

Come on. Whoo!

I love you!

Wow.

Yo, Chris.

You want us to help you clean up this shit-hole?

We got all our gear packed up, but we can hang for a while.

Thanks, man, but unless you think

you got enough Clorox sheets and duct tape to fix it...

What you think?

Nah. but you throw another jam, holler at your boy,

I'll bring my junior partner, we'll blow it up for you.

Yo, later, Chris. Yo, what you mean,

"junior partner"? Peace.

Where's Morgan?

I think she left with Dylan.

Mind if I stay with you for a little while?

If this is some kind of suicide watch, don't worry.

I gotta stay alive long enough

for my parents to kill me anyway.

Right.

But, um, I don't really feel like being alone.

So, yeah, I'd appreciate it.

Okay.

Baby, sometimes I honestly--

I have a hard time reading you.

Okay, honestly, me and you,

have you ever faked an orgasm?

No.

Okay, see, that's what I thought.

'Cause I come from love-makin' stock. You know, we Johnsons.

My name is Johnson.

I mean, the name says it all.

My daddy, Richard Johnson.

His uncle was Harry Johnson.

I mean, it's in the family-- My name, Melvin,

that's from my ancestry.

I'm a Hausa.

The Hausa language.

"Melvin" in Hausa means "massive."

Massive Johnson.

For years in college, I was known as Massive Johnson.

M-A-S-S, I use that as a first name,

I-V-E as my middle name.

I was just Massive Johnson.

We're the original love-makers of Africa.

People would come around the African camp

to learn how to make love from my people.

Get up, bro.

What are you doing?

Cleanin' up the mess I made, man.

I told you already, there's no point.

Oh, yeah? Don't be so sure about that.

Come on in.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, I got four maids for the basic cleaning.

Yo, come on, hurry up.

I got a couple plumbers to install a new toilet

and carpenters to fix that hole in the ceiling.

And lastly, top shelf booze to fill the cabinet.

Your pops won't even know it went dry.

Yo, I can't believe this.

But how we gonna pay for all this, though?

It's all good.

I sold my car.

You sold your car?

You was right, bro.

I used you tonight.

And that's messed up.

I'm not even a good rapper.

Don't-- Don't talk like that, bro.

Seriously.

I mean, you produced all the tracks,

you hustled the connects.

You don't need me to make you a success, bro,

'cause you make you a success.

You were right about one other thing too, man.

I am afraid to fail.

I mean, without you, bro,

I probably wouldn't have taken any risk at all.

Maybe we both messed up.

But we threw one crazy ass party, huh?

Come on.

Great.

Okay, so tell me the truth.

Are you the one who convinced him to sell his car?

I'll never tell.

What you doin'?

I'm just imagining the possibilities.

I see.

Get in the back seat.

Back...? Mm-hm. Yeah.

Is that your phone?

Uh, don't stop. Don't worry.

There you go, baby, here are the keys.

Oh, I just wanna curl up in my bed and sleep.

Yeah, me too. After we... you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, uh-huh, we'll see about all that.

Oh, yeah, we will see.

You can talk all you want to,

but you are a woman in trouble.

You don't know what's gonna happen up in the bedroom.

Uh-huh. Promises, promises.

You can scream all you want, but I cannot hear you.

Call 911 now.

Baby.

It was the neighbor.

You are so naughty.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe it.

Damn!

It's cleaner than we left it.

Oh, that's my boy, baby. My boy did this.

Not your boy, that's my boy.

I'm gonna check upstairs.

Oh, you do that.

Yeah.

Come on.

Chris.

Oh, um, uh...

Hi, Mr. Johnson.

Uh, Pops, uh...

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

What did I tell you about having girls in the house?

You're lucky it was me and not your mother.

I know.

You Dylan?

Yeah, that's me.

Can I help you?

I'm Keniston Scott from Kickpower Records.

You missed a great party.

Yeah, but I saw the best part.

Rapping Toilet Porn.

♪ DJ Hardcap salute ♪

♪ One last thing I got to do ♪

♪ Whack chain Q I'm watchin' you ♪

♪ Then wink at ya girl I got you, boo ♪

♪ 'Cause you treat her bad Dump him, Let me be your man ♪

♪ Q stands for Quit, ♪ I don't ever flush but I am the sh-- ♪

Get back!

You've had eight million views in less than 12 hours.

Huh?

Melvin!

Just don't tell your mom, okay?

Oh, hey. Uh-oh. What's going on, baby?

I just saw our house

completely destroyed in a video online.

You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man.

We famous, dog!

Yo, that record exec from Kickpower Records,

he saw Rapping Toilet Porn.

He loved it! What?

How much ecstasy did this boy do last night?

How much?

So, uh, you really liked our rap last night?

I loved it. Wow.

If marketing is the name of this game,

you two have created something

A viral audience. What does that mean exactly?

It means you have made a name for yourselves,

and you've got the skills and the talent to back it up.

So, gentlemen, on behalf of Kickpower Records,

I'd like to offer you a development contract.

I want you in New York in two weeks

to meet the heads of the label,

start working in the studio,

and let us start capitalizing on all that publicity.

What do you say?

I say, hell yes!

Uh...

Moms, uh, Pops...

I really want this.

But, you know, not if you guys are not behind me.

And I'm still going to college, right on schedule.

I promise. I've never broken any promises to you guys.

Oh, okay, so that wasn't our toilet

we saw scattered all over the internet

with a big girl humping the--?

Okay, that one time. But, Pops, I promise--

Your father and I need a talk.

Well, this is pretty suspenseful.

Who you telling?

Okay, you want our opinion?

Give me that contract.

I'll let our lawyer take a look at it.

Yeah! Whoo!

Son, you're a-- You're a grown man now, son.

Despite you doing that footsy dance with your best friend.

I'm kiddin', son.

It's time for you to start making your own decisions.

Here you go, that's for you.

Oh, Chris, hold on.

And this, uh-- This is for you.

Wow.

My boy is going to New York in style.

Yeah. Oh, what you lookin' at?

Oh, this is our boy. Yes.

The one with the college, the babe, the car,

and the record deal.

I've always liked you Australians.

I'm from London.

Oh.

Did you know there's a London in Australia?

That's what he said.

Give me some of that.

Okay. All right.

Son, I'm so proud of you I could just bust.

Come on.

I'll miss you, Mom.

Go on before your mama start crying.

Hey, fool.

Take care of that fool!

Wouldn't be here without you.

No shit.

Chris, call me!

Call me now!

Bye-bye.

Oh, boy. Why don't we go upstairs

and see if you we can break another toilet?

Whoo-hoo!

Hey.

Get ready to go to Dylan Town. I mean, uh...

What's up?

Hey.

How you feeling, love? Good.

It's on!

Whoo-hoo!

♪ Party people, lookin' fly Put your hands up to the sky ♪

♪ Put your hands Up to the sky ♪

I got your purple urple,

white Rolexes, blue dolphins,

mall E, purple pterodactyls,

red leprechauns,

pink Playboys, black market Advil.

Anything you need, really.

You guys don't realize how lucky you are.

The founders of this label--

Actually, the hottest producers in the business,

took time away from their world tour

to produce your first single.

Well, good luck. You'll need it.

Let's do it, man.

Thanks, Doobie.

Bass right there in that spot, you wanna play it again.

I think we need some boom bap.

Give me that boom bap.

What are you talking about? The boom bap era is over.

You have to drop the bass there and play it again.

What? What? What?

Oh, that's right. Hey, uh, Chris and Ryan, right?

Dylan. Yeah.

Yeah, whatever.

Yo, man, they don't look like such a big deal to me.

Not much to look at, true,

but they kinda remind me of two other clueless guys

who used to be just like them.

Really? Mm-hm.

Eh! Oh, well, I guess you gotta start somewhere.

Mm-hm.

Gentlemen, pick your jaws up off the floor,

it's time to get busy. Let's do this.

Remember, pressure is a privilege.

What?

Man, never mind here what Confucius is trying to say.

After we finish carving this turkey up,

we're gonna call our peoples,

we gonna get together and show y'all

what a real house party's supposed to be, you hear me?

You feel me?

Yeah.

I heard y'all was doin' our dance.

We kill it, let me show you.

Don't do that no more.

No more. No more.

Uh-uh.

Spread it out

and let it melt down your chin, bitches.

♪ Just play the music ♪

♪ Let's come together ♪

♪ We can turn it up Feel the vibe ♪

♪ Just play the music It makes it better ♪

♪ I just want to dance Into the night ♪

♪ Just play the music ♪

♪ Play, play, play The music ♪

♪ Play, play the music ♪

♪ When we're all alone ♪

♪ I can't help but feel Chills run through my bones ♪

♪ Come and dance with me Let's take over the floor ♪

♪ You know you got me feelin' Like never before ♪

♪ Feelin' like the only one ♪

♪ Come on, boy Let's have a little fun ♪

♪ Been waitin' all day To get my drink on ♪

♪ Been thinkin' about All the things I wanna do ♪

♪ Things I wanna do When I get with you ♪

♪ Let it go Just score tonight ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ We're gonna party like This night is never gonna end ♪

♪ Turn it up and blaze it Blast it, let the fun begin ♪

♪ Forget a compass, get drunk 'Cause we don't give a damn ♪

♪ This night is Never, never, never ♪

♪ Never gonna end End, end, end ♪

♪ Bring another round ♪

♪ Keep 'em coming 'cause We're not slowing down ♪

♪ Got me feelin' like I'm ten feet off the ground ♪

♪ You know we're gonna do it Like never before ♪

♪ This'll have you one more ♪

♪ Bring another round ♪

♪ Keep 'em coming 'cause We're not slowing down ♪

♪ Got me feelin' like I'm ten feet off the ground ♪

♪ You know we're gonna do it Like never before ♪

♪ This'll have you one more ♪

♪ Come on, boy Let's have a little fun ♪

♪ Been waitin' all day To get my drink on ♪

♪ Been thinkin' about All the things I wanna do ♪

♪ Things I wanna do When I get with you ♪

♪ Let it go Just score tonight ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ We're gonna party like This night is never gonna end ♪

♪ Turn it up and blaze it Blast it, let the fun begin ♪

♪ Forget a compass, get drunk 'Cause we don't give a damn ♪

♪ This night is Never, never, never ♪

♪ Never gonna end End, end, end ♪

♪ Bring another round ♪

♪ Keep 'em coming 'cause We're not slowing down ♪

♪ Got me feelin' like I'm ten feet off the ground ♪

♪ You know we're gonna do it Like never before ♪

♪ This'll have you one more ♪