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- We here. Crip on.

Me and all the homies.

- [Jackson] You fuckin' put my joint out nigga?

Hurry your fat ass up.

- [Johnson] Fuck you nigga, I just lost 10 pounds.

♪ My beat banking

♪ My ceiling gone

♪ I'm with a bad bitch

♪ Yeah we hella on

♪ My money long

♪ My pack loud

- Bitch, let me tell you,

I think I'm getting thicker every motherfuckin' day.

Yes. Thicker than a snicker. (laughs)

- [T.J.] Yo, Erica. - What?

God, he act like he can't do nothin'

for his motherfuckin' self, like, shit.

- Nigga you got the mask man,

it smell like fuckin' mothball.

- Bro, if you pay attention,

Taz's Angels got like 30,000 viewers every time.

- Fuck Taz's Angels, goddamn.

- No, anyway. What?

- T.J. hungry. Fix me something to eat.

(Erica sighs) That's what.

- Anyway, he talk about some fuckin' "T.J. hungry",

girl lemme make him something to eat real quick.

All right, babe. Call you back later, bye.

- [Jackson] That bitch AB turns me on.

- Can you shut up?

This nigga window already open, he love gettin' robed.

- My nigga they about to go live.

- Fuck Taz's Angels nigga, open the fuckin' window.

- All right, all right, my bad, my bad.

This motherfucker open. - I told you.

Jack, make some more noise so

the whole fucking neighborhood can come.

- My bad, my bad. - Damn.

- This bread. 20, 40, 60, 80, 100,

20, 40, 60,

Hey, nigga gonna need a money counter machine

come count all this, feel me?

- [Jackson] Climb your fat ass in.

- [Johnson] Open the window some more nigga.

- [Jackson] Ain't that a bitch,

I thought you just lost 10 pounds.

- [Johnson] I did.

You fucking opened it the wrong way, goddamn.

- Oh shit. - Fuck.

- Get your big ass up in this motherfucker.

- Get us fucking caught.

- Erica. - What now?

- Bitch, what the fuck you mean "what now"?

- Bitch?

One more "bitch" outta you,

and I'ma post that video of you eatin' my ass.

- Aye, quit playin'. - Don't play yourself.

- Look at you. - Fuck you.

- Hey yo, for real. I think I heard something.

Turn the music down.

- I'ma put a motherfucking ad out in the paper.

- [Erica] What the fuck is that?

- Shit, all the noise you made-

- This shit is gonna be in here somewhere.

- Shut the fuck up nigga!

- It sound like it's coming from the back room.

- Look, get by the door in case they come in.

- You hear that?

Ah shit, follow me.

- I know this shit is in here my nigga. Check the drawers.

- Look in the fucking closet.

- I got the goddamn closet.

- Always trying to tell me what to do.

- Hey, this got nigga got some weed on the counter.

- Get it. - I'm gonna get that shit.

- [Erica] I'm scared T.

- Shh. Me too.

Ever since we went to go see that movie "Us",

I been thinking that white family coming to get us.

- Shit I think someone comin', someone comin'.

- Why a white family?

- 'Cause niggas know not to fuck with me cuz.

- Hey, whoever in this motherfucker bout to get chip cuz.

(Erica screaming) (Guys yelling)

- Back the fuck up. Back the fuck up.

- Where's the shit at little nigga?

- Man, what shit bro? I ain't got nothing cuz.

- You know what the fuck we talkin' about.

- Man.

- Jackson, Johnson, is that y'all?

- Gonna play stupid little nigga? Yeah.

Kick the nigga in his dick.

- Hey Jackson, I can smell that cheap ass stress

on your shirt bro.

- I told you not to spark that shit.

- Man shut up nigga, I can see your badge Johnson,

with your fat ass.

- Motherfucker, I just lost 10 pounds.

- [T.J.] Ahh!

- You little black bastard.

- And you know this niggas sensitive about his weight.

Fuck you say that for?

- Man, fuck y'all bro, some dirty ass cops,

then y'all gonna try to rob T.J.,

can't even believe this shit.

- Well believe it motherfucker.

- Rather do it the other way nigga?

- You want the other way.

- Man what other way?

- Tell him.

- where we come in here with a warrant

and that way we still get the shit,

but your ass is going to jail pimp.

- Fuck y'all cuz!

- Sho you right.

(upbeat music)

- If it ain't the one the Lord chose.

- Man, I know the car a little dirty,

but I got something real clean for ya.

- Oh my goodness!

Is this the Nipsey Blue with the star dust nigga?

- C'mon, don't, you already know.

- Oh wait til them Crip see me in this. Run this.

♪ When they see me in this fit

♪ All the Crips gonna go crazy

♪ Watch all the Crips gonna go crazy.

(upbeat music)

- Where is this nigga at huh?

Every fucking day.

We supposed to start the day at eight o'clock.

But the niggas never here at eight o'clock.

I just don't understand.

And captain got his whole fucking head up our ass already.

See this nigga wants to get body fucked this week.

- You live three minutes away from the station.

45 minutes late every goddamn day.

- What's happening Officer fat cat?

- Detective fat cat nigga.

So you just gonna keep the rental car fat.

- My nigga, I told you, we like bad boys, baby.

I'm Mike Lowrey and you're a heavy-set ass Martin Lawrence.

Let's go do this cop thing or Captain be up our ass.

Hey, I left my gun in your car.

- No you didn't.

- I left my gun somewhere, bro.

- Hmm. What the fuck?

- The fuck is this shit?

- Rawlings. You seen Jack or Johnson?

- Uncle CD. Can you please stop yelling at me?

You the only person here who deaf. Calm it down.

- Look, you gonna have to chill

with the uncle shit, all right?

You barely made it through the academy. You not that smart.

- Wow.

You would be working at Rally's if it wasn't for nepotism.

Okay? Don't let everybody in the office know that.

- You barely passed the academy too.

So don't be pointing fingers at me.

You know what? You know what you need to handle?

The fact that Jackson is over here,

smoking in the break room.

I know you smell it.

And Johnson is looking at my ass.

And he looking at the secretary ass too.

We was all talking about him in the women bathroom.

Handle it. - No, no. Don't worry.

The motherfuckers are skating on thin fucking ice.

- Scur scur. - Fuck!

- Nigga gonna try to ride me.

I tell them punk motherfucker. Mm mm mm.

- Oh don't they-

- Oh, I see you coming out your uncle office.

You brown-nosing this early? And I want my $5.

I sold her a stress bag.

- Y'all dumb as hell.

- Don't make me collect.

- You know, you're dumb.

If this office was a basketball team,

you would be the Lamar Odom. Everybody think you on drugs.

We all know you get hookers.

Johnson, you the nigga on the bench that nobody even believe

is on the team. - She talkin' to your ass.

- Your stats is zero assist. Zero buckets.

Y'all some loser. Asthma-

- Rawlings, relax.

Jackson, get your narrow ass in my office. Now!

- Bro, I done told you stop sex playing her like that.

- I am trying to put mouth to clam, let me work.

- This is an order!

- And why the fuck is you always coming at me like that?

Hold-who the fuck spilled some shit in this motherfucker?

Cap, Cap, did you know-

- Shut the fuck up Johnson.

Just shut the fuck up.

Jack. - What's happening Captain?

- I've been hearing some real ugly shit about you.

Some real ugly shit.

And I must say, I'm very fuckin' disappointed.

- Cap. Look at me.

I'm moving different baby. I'm thinking different.

- Shut the shit Jack and just fuckin' listen.

Shit's getting real out here, man.

Kids are poppin' up in ERs all over the city,

apparently overdosing on meth or fucking Molly's.

What the fuck they do Molly's cut with fentanyl?

- That's the shit my CI was just telling me

about that the other day.

- That's the shit you tried to sell me too nigga.

- Stop tryin' to get freaky all the time nigga.

- Hey! You motherfuckers stay away from that shit.

Because it ain't cool.

Now check this out.

Rawlings tells me this guy's some shot caller

for the dope boys or some dumb ass shit by like that.

Does T.J.?

- T.J. ain't no goddamn shot caller.

If T.J. was a shot caller cap, I'd have robbed him.

I'd have arrested that nigga a long time ago.

- Oh. So you know T.J.?

- Sho you right.

- Well, I need you to have his motherfuckin' ass

in my office quick, fast, and a hurryin'

right motherfuckin' now, do you understand?

- Ain't no thing Cap.

Got my motherfuckin' gun. Got my motherfuckin' money.

- Whoa whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me see this.

This isn't department issued.

This is some fly shit right here.

- I Just tried to show this nigga the same fuckin' gun-

- Shut the fuck up Johnson.

Oh, so you guys are rocking twin weapons now huh?

- Sho you right.

- I guess pretty soon you gonna get matching outfits

with sandals to go with it and you gonna hit

the Funboy Cop Ball together, huh?

Get the fuck outta my office and bring me T.J..

- Fuck, he flipped that that fast-

- Get the fuck outta my office!

- I gotta stop working with you man,

I need a girl as a partner.

(guitar music)

- So back to T.J.'s?

- Yeah, but first we gotta go see the Mad Diva.

She been blowing me up.

After that we gonna go through D'lai

if it's some bad Molly going around,

he gonna know more than T.J. for show.

So you gonna have to spark up that blunt

or is that there for decoration or some shit?

- I've been waiting to spark this all day.

- Sho you right.

(trap music)

- I know I had about five Supreme shirts

in this motherfucker man.

Fuck goin' on?

Every time I, every day, this motherfuckin' register short.

What the fuck is going on, man?

- Look, I'm gonna need to take my break soon.

I need to go walk my dog.

- Fuck about your dog. You just got here.

- Look my nigga, when you start paying me for real

in cash and stop trying to pay me in bud,

then we can talk.

Until then-

- You don't do no kind of work, man.

You got life and bullshit fucked up goddammit.

- Why would you spark my joint when I got out the car, bro?

- Why you be sparkin' up these stress joints all day

like I don't smoke real weed?

- Bro, I'm not gonna keep telling you, this ain't stress.

This is East Side Indonesia my nigga,

my uncle grows this shit.

- East side, west side. You high enough yet Supercop?

Actually, my nigga, hey Deuce up in there?

- Yeah. He up in there.

- Hold this for me my nigga, don't let this nigga smoke it.

Deuce!

- Officer Blood, blood what's happening nigga?

- What's up Deuce, long time no lock your ass up nigga.

- I'm still out here. What's you here for?

- Amen, amen. I need to holler at your employee, baby.

- Man, you better get on her.

I'm finna fire her motherfuckin' ass in a minute.

- I heard that.

The bitch gave me five Supreme shirts last week.

And look, you been blowing me the fuck up.

What's your deal?

- Don't be extra nigga, I called you twice.

- This is extra? She must not know this nigga.

- Seriously spit that shit out. I got niggas to rock.

I mean niggas to arrest.

- This bitch done fucked up my frontal,

got my edges all stressed out,

I had to put these dumb ass cornrows in my hair.

- Pause. I don't got time for all that shit.

That's why I was gonna change my number.

- Police business. - Police business.

Now get to the point. Your frontal?

- I need you to rob, I mean arrest, somebody.

- Oh you do know this nigga.

- Now you talking my language. Who do you want me to rob?

I mean arrest.

- Brandy. - What?

- The bitch that do your hair?

- The bitch got 2000 bundles my nigga.

- Say less. What's the bitch address?

- You know Captain got his foot all the way

up our ass right now.

You tryin' to play away games and shit?

- My nigga, let me fuck this duck. You just hold the head.

Bro, look, we gonna holler at D'lai,

gon' sit on that nigga T.J. crib.

Once we get that nigga T.J. to Cap,

we gonna have a little breathing room, my nigga.

You just got to relax bro. Relax.

- What's with you and this duck fuckin' all the time?

- It's a long story my nigga.

My grandma had a farm and every time,

I was going through puberty,

so every time I would get...

(rap music)

- What's up fool.

- What's up, man.

Hey, don't you sell dope?

Why you hitting me up?

- Yeah, yeah, you know, it's just that uh

I kind of went through my last, you know?

I mean, I didn't go through, you know, like my crew,

we sold it.

You know what I mean, anyway. That shit was fire.

- I know, right?

- Matter of fact, I'm surprised you're still

sitting on your shit.

What's up with that?

- Why the fuck you worried about

what T.J. be sitting on, my nigga?

How about you worry about what you need

and let me know what you want?

And I got you. Ese.

- Oh, okay. (T.J. laughs)

Well check it out then. You know I'm gonna need a-

- You got a lighter bro?

- Nah, look it, look it.

I need me a party pack, okay?

I need me a fat ass party pack

'cause it's gonna be chica's cumpleanos,

we're about to get real Tony Montana

on that motherfucker, you know what I mean?

- Nah, bro.

Straight English. None of that badaka badaka shit.

I don't understand that.

- Oh yeah. How about puto? (speaks Spanish)

You understand that shit?

'Cause that's what you acting like right now.

- How about mi juevos, you understand that?

This fuckin' guy. - Yeah.

- All right, look.

Just gimme a pack and then maybe I could hit you

with the money a little later or...

- Consignment? You comin' broke too?

- I'm not broke. It's called delayed.

You know it's a little delayed.

- Yeah, yeah. All right, all right.

- Hey, come on.

We in the same business.

You know, you know I'm good for it, right?

- I don't know shit, listen.

I'm gonna give it to you bro.

But I'm gonna need my shit back.

You see this? I'm gonna hit you with a pellet.

- First one gonna be warning. - Okay.

- But I need that though.

At least by like tomorrow though, you feel me?

Let me know how that shit go.

- Yeah, yeah. It's gonna be, it's gonna be wonderful.

Hey, I appreciate you all right?

- All right, get out.

- By the way, your car smells like fuckin' shit.

(T.J. laughs)

- Motherfucker.

(cell phone buzzes)

- Hello?

(rap music)

- Pull up on them niggas like whee.

The motherfuckin' police nigga.

- I wonder if we could just get a police car like

once a week.

- No.

- So police shit like arrest people.

- No.

First of all, when was the last time

we arrested anybody my nigga?

- You? When was the last time you arrested somebody?

I do my job.

- All this damn money.

He not gonna tell if I take a little bit of this.

Sometimes you gotta treat yourself.

- What's up bro? Can I help you?

- Yeah. Yeah. Lemme get a two black Pro Clubs,

- Okay.

A Crenshaw T-shirt, and a pack of Rasta free.

- Some Rasta free?

- Yeah, no here. - Shit.

- Everything out the safe nigga.

- We gotta pull up on Wilson and Mitchell's ass.

- I don't like them niggas man.

- That nigga keep hitting me

and I keep sending him straight to voicemail.

- You need to change your fuckin' phone number.

- Everything out the safe!

- Listen, bro.

We don't sell nothing, but T-shirts and incense in here.

I got like a roll of quarters I can give,

you that's about it bro.

- Nigga do I look like DJ pool nigga?

Do I look like I came here for the fuckin' quarters?

- And we gotta pull up on my son.

- What's up with that little nigga man?

- That nigga just sank the deal with 1500 or nothin' nigga.

- What? - Or nothin' nigga.

But that nigga can't never make it to the studio

'cause he can't keep his outta jail.

- You keep lockin' his up Jack.

- Ain't that a bitch?

I'd lock your big ass up if we had more time.

- The fuckin' gun in your face nigga, you wanna get shot?

- You know what? I got shot last time.

I'm on Medi-Cal and I can't even go to the ER bro.

- Get your stupid ass in the back.

- Fuck is up with these niggas bro?

- What's up?

- Taking all day. Hey what's takin' these niggas so long?

(suspenseful music)

- Get back, come on nigga, hurry up. Do the shit.

- [Jackson] Ah, shit.

- The fuck is goin' on?

- 2-11. - Damn.

- The one's too. Fuckin' shit in the bag.

- Kutty?

(gun pops)

- Of all the fuckin' smoke shops in the city,

your dumb ass gotta pick the one that's gettin' robbed?

- How the fuck I'm supposed to know it's getting' robbed?

- Detect shit, Detective.

- Take your ass around the back.

(door bell's chime)

(sneakers squeak)

(gunshots blasting)

- Now look goddammit.

I only came for some weed and some gorilla leaves.

I don't wanna have to shoot your ass,

but I shoot your ass.

- Shit. - Put the fuckin' gun down!

- All right, uh, shit.

Let's make a deal!

- The deal is ain't no deal.

We gonna take that whole trap

and let your stupid ass walk out alive.

- The hell nigga, that ain't no deal.

- Or you could kiss my ass.

- Oh yeah, this shit done got weird.

- All right, ah shit lemme think.

All right, uh just give a nigga weed

or something like, like a ounce.

- I ain't giving you shit.

Now put the gun down and get your ass up against the wall.

- You tell your fat ass partner to put his gun down.

- He gonna blow your motherfuckin' head off.

- Put the fuckin' gun down.

- Now fuck you, you fries eatin' motherfucker.

- Up against the wall!

- Oh, shit and I'm on parole.

- Let me shoot this nigga.

- Yo finna order some food dog, you hungry?

- I could eat.

- Yeah nigga I know you can eat.

What you want, man?

- Ah, doesn't matter, just order something.

- On man, you sound like my wife dawg. Come on, man.

Why the fuck do you talk like that

every time we get to work, man?

What you changing your voice and shit?

- Use it to impress the captain.

- That shit not working.

- Yeah. I, I think it is.

- It's not working at all.

- Aah. - Can you stop this shit?

- All right, I won't do it anymore, all right?

- All right man.

- Jesus Christ. What are you getting?

- I'm thinkin' about tacos or something man?

- Eh... Oh... - You don't know?

(car engine revs)

- Haha homocide.

- I bet you $50 he need a oil change.

Look a goddamn cop car next to us.

- I don't drive cop cars.

There's no pussy in the wheels

and I need all the pussy I can get in my old age.

Stop disrespecting the motherfuckin' Jag my nigga.

- Here come these- - Homo side.

- What's that smell, man?

Yo ain't you on duty? Fuck you doing?

I'm always on duty nigga. Now what's the word Dick Tracy?

- Jack, when you say shit like that,

I don't know if it's a compliment

or if you fuckin' with me, man.

Sick of you fuckin' with me dawg.

- Calm down baby. It's a little bit of both.

- It was friendly bro. Relax.

What up Mitch? - Ah.

- Sup Mitchell? - Ah.

- How your wife and my kids doin' baby?

- Ha. That was about as funny as it was disrespectful.

I'm gonna put a APB out on your mom's nasty ass

you keep that up.

- My mama. - Your mama.

- God damn!

- Hey, hey man.

Hey, do we have to do this shit every time?

Hey, can we all just get along?

- This is me getting along my nigga,

now state your biz fuck boy, we got shit to do.

- I'm a (laughs) brother. My brother.

We trying to help y'all ass out, okay?

- We heard some talk over why we got put up.

Looks like you guys are gonna have a pretty big problem

on your hands pretty soon.

- Problem? - Problem.

- Ain't that a bitch, what kinda problem?

- Yo, like I was sayin', wires put up for about a week.

It's been quiet, man.

Just mostly talk amongst the cholos.

- Yeah, it's a wire tap.

What the fuck that got to do with us though?

- What the fuck that got to do with us?

- Hey Johnson, have a snack or something.

- Is that a fact joke buddy?

- Nah nigga, I'm sayin' what's up with the snacks?

I know your fat got somethin', so share nigga.

- Man fuck all the dumb shit, back to the grill again.

Wire taps?

- Right. Right, right, as I was sayin'.

Look, it's been quiet man. Up until last night.

Unfamiliar voice walked in the room, some cat name uh Rico.

- It's only one Rico bro.

- Yeah, but he also made mention of some guy named Jefe.

- Yeah, Jefe. Jefe.

Yeah, then a Negro entered the room.

- How the fuck you know it was a nigga?

- 'Cause I'm a nigga.

I know what it sound like when a nigga enter a room.

- I like you, Mitch. I like you.

- Yeah. - I don't.

- I like you.

Is that all homocide?

- We can't do all the work for your top cap.

You just make sure you and your girlfriend here

look into this happy Enrico character,

'cause we're ho, ho, ho, I see what you did there, homicide.

Guns and drugs and gangs and shit, that's y'all thing.

- You goddamn right. - Yeah.

- So why don't y'all go do somethin', man?

Make yourself useful.

- Don't do it.

- Up now.

You know you remind me of this dude

that used to go to my church?

The gay one. David.

You look just like David bro. Just like David.

Another day, another time, homocide.

♪ There's a leak in this old buildin'

♪ and my soul, I've got to move

- Get your ass outta here. I can't stand them.

He talk a lot of shit for a nigga in a sweatshirt.

- It fits though.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Well all right, well all right

- I could whoop your ass sir.

- It wouldn't be the first time ma'am.

- Aye ya ga goddammit.

♪ Go head and plot and scheme

- Ooh, let's go.

- Man, what you gonna do?

- I'll bet it all. - Bet it all?

- Bet it all.

You too bad boy, you ride this dick,

why don't you ride this lick nigga?

Bet it all.

- What were Jesus' last words?

- Bet that.

- Pay the lady.

- Pocket is done. Let's get it, come on baby.

- Ha. Oh, you don't like this.

I'm takin' it.

- Oh shit! - Goddamn!

- Oh shit. Nobody move, nobody move.

- Say the lady, pay the money.

- Hold on. I ain't know-

- What you gonna do now?

(chain jingles)

- Shoot the badge. Shoot the motherfucker, shoot it!

- Nigga I ain't gonna ask you where you got

this motherfucker from.

- You said bet it all. Shoot it.

That's real gold. - Nigga bet.

- Bet it. Shit, bet the goddamn thing.

- Nigga I said bet. You ready?

- That's 11 nigga! That badge is mine nigga!

Oh shit, the badge!

- There's more where that came from.

Get your thick ass out the way.

- Really? I can't even hold this motherfucker.

Is it real?

- (sighs) Brother, lemme tell you somethin'.

I don't give a damn what the streets say about you.

You are the nicest, kindest dope dealer I ever met.

And you punctual.

- Okay man, you know well they said they

supposed to be givin' me a star on Hollywood Boulevard

for this shit.

You goddamn right you get the star.

'Cause that last batch, that shit was movin' like

Popeye's chicken sandwiches. - Spicy.

- Line around the building.

The shit sells itself brother.

- Spicy man. - Yeah.

- Yeah, you already know.

Look, look, check this out though man.

And I got that trop in the bag for you though man.

You feel me? - Wow.

- That's that new batch. - Wow.

Tyrell, Tyrell.

- That's for you bro.

- You have out done yourself young brother.

- Look man, that's the new batch.

- Wait, new batch? - Yeah.

- Hey man, ain't don't be changing shit up, man.

Keep the the way it is. It better be good.

- Hey man, you know how they say "God is good all the time"?

Well, my dope is good all the time cuz.

- I mean, God be slow on some shit, but he be good.

He be good. He be good.

- For real. - Here, listen man.

What we gonna do, man?

- Hey look man. I'm fuckin' with Jefe.

Bro A1 since day one. Don't worry about it bro.

We on, we got top flight.

- Jefe? Jefe Jefe?

I thought you was Dominican. I was about to ask you.

- Man, I ain't Dominican bruh.

No, I'm talking about the cartel bro.

Yeah. - Cartel?

Nigga I don't know nothing about no-

I thought this was regular niggas, you dealin' with-

- Shh. We on, listen.

Get busy, man.

Hey, bring my bag back too. You dig?

- Damn. Jefe? Cartel? This shit big.

(slow jam music)

- Hey girl.

Aw, thank you.

No, I'm still waiting for him.

Yeah, you know he's always fuckin' late.

(doorbell chimes)

Yeah, I think. Okay.

I'm gonna let you know as soon as I fuckin' tell him off.

(doorbell ringing)

Okay? Hold on.

All right. Hold on.

- Hola birthday girl.

- It took you long enough.

Okay, I'm gonna call you back. Okay?

- What the fuck? It took me 40 minutes to get here.

It takes 40 minutes to get anywhere in LA.

You should know that shit.

- Right? Well did you bring it?

- Did I? (laughs)

Don't I always come through for you? Come on.

- No. - That's true.

But I did this time.

Now let me in, fuck it's cold out here.

- Oh, okay. Whatever. - Geeze.

What's up Mami? Hmm?

- Aren't you supposed to say Happy birthday?

- I thought I said that, no? - No.

- Oh shit. I'll say it later.

- Why are you acting so weird?

- What are you talking about? Look, I'm a busy man.

Is this an interrogation or what?

I got priorities, all right? Fuck.

You want a busy or broke man?

And Mami seen I'm not fuckin' broke.

I mean, you know what the fuck I do.

- Shut up and let's just have some drinks.

- We agree on that. Where's the bottle?

- I thought you were supposed to bring it.

- Ah. You know what?

Let's just get straight to the ice shit.

Fuck it, right?

It's only noon, it's your birthday.

Yeah, fuck it. - Noon?

It's four O'clock.

- Same shit.

(upbeat music)

- Oh, is that right?

Hey, don't forget I was a Crip long before I was a captain.

I could gladly offer your ass a refresher course

by coming over there and putting chips on you,

then locking your bitch ass up.

- Uncle Captain, Auntie called me.

She was yelling like "make sure he take his blue pill.

I put it in his lunch box. It's date night.

Tell him to pop it on the way home."

Da, da, da. She gotta attitude problem.

You need to talk to her. I see why you be cheating on her.

- I got, I gotta, look. Let me call you back.

- Hey, got any of that marathon OG left?

- You gon' stop shoving files in my hand, bro.

This nigga stay in trouble.

How the fuck does this file keep hittin' my desk?

Reese-hold on-four.

Hey, I need you to pull up everything you can find

on a Brandi Kane. - Okay.

- Then run the name El Jefe, see what you come up with.

And give me a current on Rico From The Bottom.

- Okay.

- Hey, that motherfucker busy, I'm through with this shit.

- And don't try to switch the price

of no shit like that either.

- They playing games? Cause I, we can go down there.

- Still happy hour.

- Robbery with arms.

What the fuck is wrong with them niggas up there?

- We pickin' it up. Give 'em my 10% discount.

I'm on the way right now goddammit. Yep.

- Ooh I love it when you talk dirty.

Go ahead. Get that weed.

- Hey man, unless you got some sort of weird sex fetish,

which I'm sure you do, or a death wish,

we need to get the fuck outta here.

Cap's coming.

- Well. Oh, I gotta get this nickel bag off.

- I'm not getting bodied for fuckin' five dollars.

- It's $7. I done went up on the price baby.

And it's gonna double if y'all let this El Jefe move in.

- Well I'm not risking my ass for another two, hurry up.

- Keys.

- Let me holla at you for a few ticks.

This young brother here is a perfect candidate

for our mentor program, Marathon Runners.

We taking brothers who drop outta high school,

getting them a G.E.D. and getting them jobs.

Help me help this young brother out.

- You keep referring to him as a brother,

but this was a nigga that did this.

- Brother.

- I mean, I'm just keeping it 100.

- We're trying to save lives here.

- I'm trying to save lives too. This niggas crazy.

- He ain't crazy.

How can we make this work?

- I gotta get my son some shoes tonight.

You know what I'm saying?

The Cash App is live on this phone right here.

You just slide a hundred dollars over there.

I might be able to slide this file somewhere

and you can put 'em in your program

or do whatever you do with these young brothers.

- I don't mind sowin' a little seed.

This is seed and I know how you get down.

So I'm be coming to holler at you.

What's your Cash App, bro?

It's cops for dollars.

That's with two dollar signs.

- All right. Like I said, this seed money.

I'm gonna come holler at you.

I'm gonna need your help again.

- I'm gonna need some money again.

- And she be forcing me to call her auntie

and I'm like, I wanna tell her, look, you his third wife.

Okay, Tracy? Calm the fuck down.

Okay, all right. Long as you got it.

- Told that nigga smell like outdo.

- You gotta for some money. - For sure.

- Jack! - That's sell nickel bag.

- What are you doing back here?

You like really operating on CP time? Huh?

Look, when I say OD, that means children are dying.

I don't need you in HQ, selling nickel bags

to yo colleagues.

They broke as hell anyway.

- It's me and you baby.

- Shut the fuck up.

And Johnson, get your fat ass off that desk.

You know the city don't pay for the sturdiest equipment.

- Captain Davis.

Just the man I was looking for.

- Get your fat off the desk and let's go nigga.

- Clay, I know you're dirty.

- Me? You gave me the heebie-jeebies.

I got lava shooting out my shaft.

- Oh ha ha. That's very funny.

- Haha. Not very funny when you're still taking antibiotics.

- Look, if those two criminals that you call detectives,

fuck this up, you're gonna need more than antibiotics.

You'll need a new fucking job.

I got my eye on you.

- Yeah, well there's a whole lot of shit

you can keep your eye on like lava,

itch cream, genital warts, STD's, Planned Parenthood.

Swear to God I'm gonna quit fuckin'

with these off-white bitches.

Shit!

♪ I ride for the zone

♪ I slide for the zone

♪ I die for the zone

♪ Probably die in the zone

♪ The zone's called home nigga

(cell phone buzzes)

- Ah, fuck, who call?

This nigga. What up bro?

Yeah, I'm at a meeting right now.

I'll be to you in a minute cuz I had to switch up.

Nigga you know how T.J. do nigga, I'm in my auntie car.

Yeah bro.

Yeah, let me run in, go do this bro.

And I'm gonna tap in. I got the bag on me and all that.

All right.

- Well I don't know homes,

but you're the one that brought 'em to the table.

So you better fix it, or we're gonna have to go

over those terms of agreement.

Hey bro.

Tomorrow, when he hooks you up

with them east side (speaks Spanish)

you make sure you blast that fool.

'Cause he's fuckin' bad for business.

♪ Wrong place, wrong time

♪ Goose was too loose

♪ Bruh, somebody should have told him how

♪ Get off in the zone

♪ Man it's wicked out here

♪ In this place we call home

♪ I ride for the zone

♪ I slide for the zone,

♪ I die for the zone ♪ straight up

♪ Probably die in the zone

♪ The zone is called home nigga

♪ I ride for the zone ♪ TK

♪ I slide for the zone

♪ I die for the zone

♪ Nigga I probably die in the zone

♪ Hey, TK

♪ The zone is called home

♪ I wake up in the S

♪ I go to sleep in the S

♪ Ever since a little nigga

♪ I've been reppin' the S

♪ Where are all my active YG's

♪ That be bangin' the S

♪ Bang bangin' the S

♪ Everyday in the S

♪ Niggas cocaine slangin'

- What up bro?

- What it do homie? Let's go.

- That's a nice gun.

Jefe, what up bro?

- (speaking Spanish)

- Fuck all that shit man, where the pack at bro?

- Come on. Come, come have a seat.

(speaks Spanish)

So the business is good, huh?

Yeah, I like to hear it.

- C'mon - Oh you like what you see?

Here mami.

- Damn she bad.

- I think you should get comfortable.

Are you ready to level up?

Hey my nigga take these badges off

before we go up in there.

It's the cartel. They don't like niggas or the police.

Now look, when we go in there, ask for the first time

buyer and I just get a couple of buds

out your bag for all my pain and suffering

ridin' around with your big ass.

- Nigga you supposed to be buying the weed.

- I don't buy weed my nigga, I takes it.

- Fuck outta here.

- Hold on, hold on.

Ain't that that motherfucker Israel?

- [Johnson] Hell yeah. That's him.

- [Jackson] You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Shit, I'm thinking we need that van for this stake out.

- No, I'm thinking that motherfucker owe me five dollars.

Good cop, bad cop. I'll be the bad cop.

- What's new?

- Sho you right. It is what it is pimp.

What's up motherfucker?

- You still driving for Rico?

- Every once in a while?

- Ain't that a bitch?

Tell us what you know about this pink Molly

going around then, fuckin' niggas up.

- I don't know shit about no Molly brother.

I pick shit up. I drop shit off.

I don't ask no fuckin' questions, man.

- So all of a sudden you simple Simon?

Well check this out then pimp.

What's up my $5 you owe me nigga?

- Five dollars?

Motherfucker, I should charge you fuckin' two dollars

for the blunt I wasted rollin' that shit.

That didn't even give me a high bruh.

- You just gonna let him disrespect your like that nigga?

- Hell the fuck no man, back-

Oh my God! - Shit!

- Nigga done drop a pimp.

- Oh my goddamn.

- Get out, get your-this nigga.

Get my goddamn car!

♪ Mami say she want a bad boy like Will Smith

- Get the car, this motherfucker got a (indistinct)

motherfuckin' ass gotta hit my shit nigga.

(rap music)

(car engine revs) (tire's squeal)

- [Johnson] All right. Now when we get close enough,

I want you to shoot this nigga in his motherfuckin' head.

- [Jackson] I ain't got no insurance on this motherfucker.

- [Johnson] You driving this shit

like you ain't got no insurance,

like a straight bitch.

- [Jackson] I ain't gotta be all of that my nigga.

(horn honks)

- Shoot out his motherfuckin' tires nigga.

This Mexican's drivin'- - C'mon!

I told you he was part of the Mexi Racing League,

you didn't believe.

- That is the most racist thing you can say

about a driver bro.

(horn blaring)

- Fuck.

- Do somethin'! (gun blasts)

- All that for five dollars, goddamn!

- Shoot out his motherfuckin' tires nigga.

(gun fires)

- Goddammit. Why does he drive like this?

You know he ain't got no green card.

You know he ain't got no green car.

All right nigga, hold the wheel.

Show you how a pimp do it.

(gunshots popping)

Get the fuck out the car right now goddammit.

You gonna sucker punch me nigga. Get the fuck out.

Turn your ass around. - Ah, ah, ah.

- Why in the fuck would you sucker punch me nigga?

Ain't that a bitch?

(fists punching)

Tell your friends about me nigga.

Jackson, nigga. Jackson, nigga.

You motherfucker.

- Thank God for delivery.

- I know, Happy birthday chica.

- Mm. - Mm mm.

Okay. - Okay.

- Oh yeah. Oh she wants it, okay.

- I'm ready. - Oh yeah? You ready?

Oh yeah. Right now, right now?

- Right now. I've been waiting all day.

- Okay, okay. Psych!

Patience is a virtue chica.

You know I'm fuckin' with you.

- Stop playing with me!

- Happy birthday. Happy birthday.

Pop a couple, fuck it.

Pop that shit.

That's rare by the way.

Oh shit. Oh yeah.

- Take it.

- Hold on, hold on.

Ah, shit. I gotta take this call.

I'll be right back. Five minutes, most.

(percussive music)

(car engine revs)

- Yeah, I told that motherfucker I'm gonna take his ass

straight to jail next time he don't have

no motherfuckin' money.

I ain't frontin' that nigga no weed no more.

I should have gave him some stress.

- This is just good. In fact, the shit is phenomenal.

You good, sir. Your skills are impeccable.

You should be selling real estate brother.

You should be selling real estate.

- Yeah, yeah. Kill the fuckin' pep talk Loco.

Long time, no arrest yo ass.

- What's good fat boy?

- Motherfucker. - Hold on. Hold on.

My just nigga just lost 10 pounds, but that is not the time.

My nigga Loco. We need to holler at you pimp.

Can we get a minute without-

back the fuck up, I just took you to jail last week.

Don't I know your mom?

- Keep it up. I got the shoot program on hotline nigga.

- Just one minute bro. One minute.

- You good?

Room 209 punk. You and your homie.

- Why you two niggas just can't go

through the proper channels?

- The proper channels? Look here Axle Foley.

You've been undercover so long,

I can't tell if you a cop pretendin' to be a dope dealer

or a dope dealer pretendin' to be a cop.

This nigga don't know.

Look at him, he don't know. You don't know do you?

- If that ain't the pot calling the kettle black.

You two niggas are the dirtiest.

- Who the fuck is the pot?

- Well look here motherfucker.

Today we just cops, all right?

Now we need you to do a little bit of cop work.

You, you can handle that?

- Yeah, but what is it?

- Now check. It's this shit going

around called pink bliss, all right?

This shit is layin' motherfucker's out.

Cap is on our ass, all right?

You know, if we don't do his thing, we can't do our thing,

my nigga, so tell me you doin' a little bit of somethin'.

- I don't know a whole lot about a lot,

but I can tell you a little about a little.

- The fuck?

- It'll make sense at the end.

It's a fat chubby nigga from Spain called El Jefe.

Yeah. That's the nigga that got all the dope.

- From Spain? - Yeah.

Always got his hair in a ponytail,

like E. Honda from Street Fighter.

Chest always exposed. Got three chains on.

Feet always out. Always get the pedicure though.

He got all the dope.

- Where, why the fuck I ain't robbed-

Why the fuck I ain't arrested this nigga yet?

Oh, I'm gonna arrest the fuck outta this nigga.

- Okay.

- You find where this nigga at and call me later.

- I will. Now do y'all have everything you need?

- [Jackson] We got it. - Good, good.

Now you get outta here 'cause y'all is bad for business.

I mean my case. You're bad for my case.

- Your case? - Yes.

- We in this motherfucker winning'.

Okay, check your cash, I already sent that.

- Get your big ass in. - Fuck you.

- Hey, give me that weed and that Gorilla Leaf out the door.

My, nigga. - What?

My nigga nothin'. Here you go.

- My nigga they not gonna pull us over.

We the motherfuckin' law my nigga.

- You say the same shit until the nigga

pull us over, every time.

- Exactly. Now say it with me.

♪ Bad boys, bad boys, what they gonna do

Not a motherfuckin' thing my nigga.

Not a motherfuckin' thing.

- Get the fuck outta here man.

- You know you owe me five dollars?

(ominous music)

- Of course I left you some. For you, Jessica.

Yeah, of course.

Oh my God. I'm feeling so fuckin' good right now.

Hell yeah. All right, I'll see you later.

I gotta get ready, man.

All right, bye.

(eerie music)

Babe, I don't feel well.

(trap music)

- Can't see shit in these motherfucker's.

- You bought them cheap ass binocular.

- Damn my nigga. You on a all-you-can-eat diet, huh?

It's like your fifth time eating today.

You got a buffet in that bag?

- Man. This shit ain't got no damn sustenance.

No fuckin' cheese, no meat.

- No taste. - Yeah you right.

- Hey, but I need you to be on top of your game.

You know you gonna be on edge from us robbing his

motherfuckin' ass the other night.

- That little niggas smart ass.

(indistinct) El Jefe.

- Oh, we rob, I mean, we arrestin' the fuck outta him.

We arresting him for sho.

There a little motherfucker go right there.

He walk like he up to somethin'.

- 'cause he is.

- Hey dog, you strapped? - Shit.

(gun clicks)

You know it.

- Nah, fuck that shit.

I'm about to be Rocket.

- Man. How come you always Rocket?

- Because Rocket wasn't on no diet my nigga, now pull off.

- Yeah. I told the bitch my name Lil baby Rick James.

You understand? Hold on, hold on.

Somethin' look funny.

T.J. don't like this shit. Hold on.

I'm gonna call you back bro.

(gun clicks) - Sup bruh.

(gun blasts)

(sirens blaring)

- My nigga, How you sell dope and you on section eight?

- Jackson, why you have to shoot me with the bean bag bro?

- Because my nigga, it was my turn.

- Fuck y'all man. Y'all hit my house twice this week, man.

Y'all the dirtiest motherfuckin' cops in LA.

- Sho you right. But today we just cops motherfucker.

My captain wanna talk to your little ass.

- Little complaining ass.

- We gonna see what y'all gonna tell him too.

- Let me get that section 8 certificate.

- Don't you got my keys?

- My nigga, I think this elevator broke, bro.

- [Johnson] Let's drag this nigga up the stairs.

- Yo Meka, baby.

Where you at? What the fuck you doing?

Meka. The fuck.

Meka, Meka, baby!

Oh fuck. Shit.

What the fuck did you do baby?

Oh shit.

Meka?

Hello?

We need help. We gotta problem.

Fuck, I can't be here. I can't fuckin' stay.

(somber music)

(gun slams)

- Now, you know you done fucked up don't you?

You know you fucked up.

- [Johnson] Do you have marathon OG though?

And you deliver?

- Man, who the fuck got the key to this shit?

She got the key to every motherfuckin' thing.

- Hey Jackson.

- What's happenin' baby?

- Thanks for setting me up with that chick last night.

- Sho you right.

Hey I do what I can do when I can do it.

- She set me back 500 bucks. She's worth it though.

- But she was worth it though.

- She was worth it.

- Hey, follow the drip.

Hey, I set him up with Alex.

- Did you get your cut?

- You know I did motherfucker.

But come on with me, I gotta smoke this joint.

Cap got my nerves all bad and everything.

I ain't smoked all motherfuckin' day.

- Take it in. Take it all in.

No seriously, man. Take this shit in man.

Your boxes is all over the goddamn place, man.

You ain't got no home training?

What, y'all raised by wolves?

Shit. This motherfucker lookin' like a junk yard. Clean up.

- Loco. I need to holla at you my man.

Man, word on the street that pink shit is weak my nigga.

We supplied a rave last night. We got 10 ODS.

- 10 OD's. - Hell yeah.

- Damn. I remember was a time,

you could take a drug dealer at his work.

You know what? Grab these box.

I gotta make a phone call.

- Sure.

- Fuck what you say, nigga this east side bud

is the Indonesia my nigga.

- Can we smoke some Kush one day?

- You know that shit gets no play in my ride nigga.

Hold on. Hey, it's Loco.

- Who? - D'lai fool.

- Oh nigga, answer the phone.

- It's Jackson, you hot?

- Hey Jackson.

Yeah, I think you takin' this bad boy shit

a little too far.

- Nigga I told you fool. We bad boys, baby.

I'm Mike Lowrey.

- Tell his ass to put the veggie burger down.

- He said put the veggie burger down.

- It wasn't no veggie burger.

- I don't give a damn if it's impossible burger, whatever.

It's impossible for him to lose weight. Come get me.

- We got T.J. ass upstairs.

Cap is up our motherfuckin' ass nigga.

We gotta lick, I mean, we got a lead to

follow in the mornin', yeah.

- Come get me. - Top of the mornin'.

This nigga cap got us doin' way too much my nigga.

I done miss my PTA meeting. My baby mama done call me.

- Sup fellas. Let me hit that blunt man.

- Man, get the fuck outta here.

- Hold the fuck on my nigga.

I been chasin' your ass around all week.

What the fuck is you doin' loose? Get Cap on the phone.

- He let me go.

I'm a free man. - Cuffs and everything.

Cuffs and everything, gone.

- I'm a free man.

- Hey Mookie, call Asshole.

- Did you just say asshole?

- Cap. What we doin' with this nigga, baby?

- Man cut the motherfucker loose man.

- Cut him loose? - We ain't got shit on him.

- Ain't that a bitch?

- Plus the motherfucker couldn't

answer my questions. - Hey, don't get fresh

in this motherfucker.

I'll pop a cap in your ass.

- Bye. - Deuces y'all.

- Take this shit.

- Hey can y'all call me a Uber?

- Fuck you.

Hey see that's why I don't be writin' tickets,

goin' to court, none of that shit my nigga.

This cop shit is whack.

- That's some fuckin' bullshit right there.

- Walk me to my car.

- Where you parked man?

- Downstairs my nigga.

- Why the fuck do you keep parking?

- A pimp got his own parkin' space my nigga.

(cell phone rings)

- Jackson. What's up?

- Yo, I got a money play. - Yeah.

- [Jackson] Is you down?

- You know I'm down, what's up?

- [Jackson] Well meet me at the station

at the top of the mornin'.

- Okay. Top of the mornin', at the station, I got you.

- [Jackson] I'm talkin' bout that top of the mornin' Keys.

- All right Jackson, I got you. I'm busy right now.

Top of the mornin', at the station, I'll see you.

- [Jackson] Don't fuck around.

- For you, it's gonna be $500 by the hour,

and I need my money up front.

- Fuck that shit, can you believe Cap let the nigga go?

- After all that fuckin' police workin' for nothin'?

- Now do you see why I fight dirty?

Why I don't fill out paperwork, take niggas to court,

none of that shit?

- Well at least you get to rob another day.

- Ain't that a bitch. That's how you see it?

- Silver linings baby. - Shit, whatever.

Sho you right.

- You got anymore of that bullshit ass stress?

- Oh, now you wanna smoke my bullshit ass stress?

(calm music)

- Hey yo Mitchell.

Hey, get Captain on the phone.

He's not gonna like this shit.

(telephone ringing)

- Oh yeah, leave it, or don't (laughing). Beep.

(voicemail beeps)

- Hey Jefe, it's Rico. I need you to call me back now.

Like, like right the fuck now!

'ca-'cause everything is all bad, man.

I can't even fuckin' think, uh, this is about my girl,

and-and-that little fuckin' negrito man.

Can you just call me on a clean phone, all right?

Uh, uh, 3-1-0, 2-6-0, 21-13.

(mellow guitar music)

- Uh, not lookin' good.

- Now why in the hell y'all got me out here this time

a night knowin' good and goddamn well it's date night?

You want my wife to kick my ass?

I'm halfway to long beach on that 405

and I gotta turn around and deal with this.

You don't know what to do?

- Is that Beijing?

- Shut the fuck up Wilson.

- It's nice, I just, you know.

Hey I'm sorry to call you Cap man,

we just, we got the BOLO, we came right over.

- Yeah, 911 call came from her cell phone.

Seems like she OD'd.

- Oh, you think?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- We checked the call logs also,

some of the outgoing calls are someone named Rico.

- Could be Italian, I don't-

- Called Jackson, huh, no answer.

- I just left that asshole at the office.

- Goddammit. Fuck.

- Hey, hey, did you uh, did you know her Captain?

- Nah, but a dead white girl ain't a good look

for me, you, or the department.

The commissioners gonna ride my bumper about this one. Fuck!

- Captain. Uh, she appears to be Mexican.

- Shut the fuck up Mitchell.

(cell phone buzzing)

- Oh, speakin' of the devil.

Look, I need you to get Jackson on the phone

to get his ass down here ASAP, you understand me?

- Yes sir. - Yes sir.

- [Tim] Hey, are you aware that you have

a dead fuckin' white girl in your backyard?

- I know sir. - Oh, you know?

Are you aware that she's fuckin' dead?

- I know sir. - You know?

Are you aware that she's fuckin' dead,

you fuckin' (indistinct)

- I know goddammit! Tim, why is you comin' at me like that?

It's like we ain't worked 25 years together nigga.

- I don't have his number saved.

I'ma shoot him a DM or somethin'.

- Fuck that nigga man.

- He's so loud. This niggas loud for no reason.

- What the fuck, he come in this bitch with the-

Fuck, but now, this listen, this bitch, on the other hand,

is gorgeous.

- Nigga, you nasty. - You not like that?

- Nah, man. You nasty bro.

- Ain't nobody here but us.

- C'mon man, you gonna get me fired man.

Bring your ass.

- Goddamn, look at them titties and that drop ass.

- Mitchell!

♪ Hey

- What you on, Taz's Angels again?

- Damn, that bitch AB does it for me.

Kat bad too.

- Shit, what you gonna do?

- I'ma DM them. From your account.

- I don't give a fuck.

Aye man, you really think we need to be robbin'

this beautician bitch right now

with Cap all the way up our ass?

- Look my nigga, let me fuck this duck.

You just hold the head.

My little sister gonna trap the fuck outta them bundles.

You know how much you can get for 2000 bundles

on the street nigga?

Yeah, do the math.

Shit, let's go get these racks bro.

Let's get this money my nigga.

I'ma DM her from your account.

- [Johnson] I don't care.

- But put my picture in your profile.

♪ If you a side, then stay in your lane

♪ I'll put you in your place

- No man, you shorted me last time.

Hey, hey, what did that scale say?

- That shit like 400 short.

- Hey man, that shit is like 400 short.

You need to make that shit right ASAP.

(mellow guitar music)

- Keys, what the fuck you got on?

- Listen, had to work vice last night.

- Are you a cop or a prostitute?

- I told you, I was workin' vice last night!

- But you don't work vice.

- Rent's due. You make it happen' captain.

- Sho you right.

- Open this motherfucker up goddamnit.

(Jackson knocking)

- Who the fuck is at the door?

- It's the cops yo, put that baby in the back.

- I'ma kick this motherfucker in.

Oh, for sho. - Goddamn.

- Everybody sit on the motherfuckin' floor.

No, stay where you at, especially you little nigga.

Hold your motherfuckin' horses little nigga.

Partner, go clear the back.

- Damn bitch, didn't you just get knocked the fuck out?

Stay down.

- Don't nobody fuckin' move.

Fuck you lookin' at little nigga?

You got somethin' back there partner?

(suspenseful music)

Yo ass again. Sit your ass down.

- What the fuck is this? Do you have a warrant man?

What the fuck is this?

- A warrant? - Yeah.

- You got a goddamn baby in the back,

do you got a fuckin' permit?

Sit your ass down.

Keys, hold these two little niggas down.

Watch that motherfucker right there.

- Partner. - Check.

- [Johnson] Jackpot.

- Here it come.

- What do we have here?

10 inch. Curly weave. (gasps)

Partner. Check it out.

- [Jackson] The fucks goin' on back here?

- Jackpot nigga.

- We came here for hair, this bitch got the pink shit too?

- Hair and pink shit. I mean, you need that 10-inch?

- We gonna get a medal for this shit.

- You know it.

- Get that fuckin' pistol off me.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Psh. You need to let me hook you up with a lace frontal

or somethin' 'cause I don't know what the fuck

that is on your head.

Shh, get the fuck outta here.

- Get your ass back here!

- Keys! - Jackson!

- You know I'm not chasin' that nigga.

- I been wishin' a nigga would.

(funky music)

Oh nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

Get your motherfuckin' ass down.

Don't you know, when you run,

that do somethin' to me little nigga.

It's like playin' with my emotions.

You kinda fast so it had me scared.

What you weigh, buck thirty, buck forty five?

Don't run from the motherfuckin' police.

Shit you had me scared man.

You need to find your ass a youth program

or some shit with all that speed.

Nigga why you sellin' dope when you need to be

sellin' hope nigga.

Get your ass-

- [Johnson] Little cowards and shit runnin' around

up in here.

- I got him.

- Fuckin' bundles of hair mixed in with pink molly?

Where you get that shit from?

Oh you ain't got shit to say.

- I caught this little motherfucker.

He tried, yeah, this motherfucker got a little speed

on his ass.

- He's not as fast as he thought.

- Not as fast as he thought.

I be the fastest Crip on the block.

Now fuck the dumb shit.

I'ma blow this little motherfucker's head off

you don't tell me where you got the pink shit.

And I'm takin' half that hair too.

- All right man, look, damn.

- They always talk after you say

you gonna shoot the little kid.

C'mon with it.

- It's a nigga name Jefe. - Mm hmm. Keep it talkin'.

(electric music)

- Cap, you good?

- Ah, look at me. Ah shit, I'm good, I'm good.

I'm just gettin' my ass chewed off here.

Glad you guys can finally show up.

- I'm glad to see you too Cap.

- Shut the fuck up Johnson.

Jackson, you know the commissioner

and the mayor call my phone last night?

- The mayor, Cap?

- The commissioner and the goddamn mayor Jackson.

Has the mayor every called your phone Jackson?

- A bitch named Brittney Mayor called my phone.

That bitch was finer than a motherfucker.

You know Brittney man.

- That was a bad bitch.

- Of course not.

Of course the mayor's never called your phone.

You know why?

'Cause you a dickhead and a low-life detective

who spends more time committin' crime

than stoppin' the shit.

- That's low Cap, 'cause you know I work out on Wednesdays,

and I got PTA on Monday's.

- Shut the fuck up Jackson.

- It's about time, spread that shit around sometime.

- Hope I'm not breaking up the party fellas.

- Not right now Murphy. I'm in the middle of-

- I just wanted to put you on notice that

this department is under review.

So, by all means gentlemen, fuck it up.

And you will all be out of jobs.

- Bitch, take my fuckin' job.

- Ta-ta.

- Man, you hear this white bitch talk about

some motherfuckin' ta-ta?

Look here man, you get your ass out there on them streets

and do whatever the fuck you need to do and do it fast.

We need this shit done.

I do not want this bitch in my office or my life ever again.

- Ain't no thing Captain. Get my gun.

- Your gun is with the fuckin' whores.

- I left it with them bitches?

- Yes.

- Do you have a number on them bitches?

- Am I really hearin' this?

Am I really fuckin' hearin' this?

If you don't get the fuck out my office right now

and on the streets, man, guys need some fuckin' results.

- You get your ass, go, get the fuck outta here

before he pull your jacket again.

You know what they my nigga, right?

When all else fail, call the Crips.

- Nigga, you say that. - Sho you right.

- Why the hell we park so far?

- 'cause my nigga, the (indistinct) know that jag,

you gotta sneak up on the Crips.

♪ I put my hands against the wall

♪ And they all gathered up

♪ The pushed me down

- Sup (indistinct).

- Ooh, lucky.

♪ The handcuff's was so tight

♪ I could not feel my wrist

♪ Won't say still what I did

♪ I give you my word against theirs, against theirs

♪ Don't know what you heard

♪ Know what you heard

- Up against the wall bro.

I don't like you already my nigga.

Who the fuck is, hold on,

you ever heard of (indistinct) nigga?

- I don't know nothin' about no fentanyl or nothin'.

If I did know, I'm not tellin' you two shit.

- Hype, I will lock you fuckin' ass up my nigga.

You gonna tell me somethin' nigga,

or I'ma turn this motherfucker out,

and I'm talkin' MC Hammer time nigga.

♪ He wanna fondle my balls ♪ Eh

♪ Catch yo ass off duty, I'ma squabble with y'all

♪ Hittin' sirens in traffic, speedin' for no reason

♪ They plantin' evidence 'cause now it's killer teasin'

♪ Arrest quota, fuckin' them hoes

- I ain't even sellin' weed man.

- What the fuck is this nigga?

- What's goin' on, how can I help you brother?

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, why you got the gun out man?

- Tell me somethin' I don't know nigga.

Fentanyl. Who bringin' that shit in?

- I'ma go inside your head nigga.

- Again.

- I don't know no motherfuckin' Jeff.

- You know where some thizzles is at my nigga.

Me and my baby momma plan on goin'-

- I don't know nothin' about none of that.

All we do is sell clothes bro.

- It's Jefe nigga. Spanish.

- Do I look Spanish?

- No habla espanol.

- You was sellin' hoes and dope last week nigga,

now you sellin' clothes?

- You look like a nigga that's on his way to jail.

♪ Wee woo, wee woo, wee woo, I know my rights

♪ Eee ooh, eee ooh, eee ooh, eee ooh,

♪ Can go all night ♪ Baby, I heard you got

♪ Bread ♪ Bread

♪ Scrilla ♪ Scrilla

♪ Guap ♪ Guap,

♪ Moolah ♪ Moolah

♪ Ran up on the judge, the DA, and the prosecutor

♪ Ain't nothin fresher nigga, ain't nothin' coolah

♪ Fuck your baby momma stick my finger in the cula

♪ Never shot a free throw but I ball

♪ Some might call this eagle I'm so lethal in a brawl

♪ I'm tired of the sleep life

- Qola, what it is? Hold on.

Wait, what's with all the hostility?

This is not friendly.

Put that fuckin' gun down before I shoot that

fuckin' lace front off.

- Hey, relax ladies, relax.

It's these two clowns, just relax.

- Put the fuckin' gun down.

- Relax. Hey listen, listen. - Strippers and shit.

- Put the fuckin' gun down!

Look, fuck all the dumb shit.

We need a line on this Jefe nigga.

There's a molly-fentanyl mix goin' around,

fuckin' niggas up.

We gotta close this case tonight.

- Somebody is fuckin' up the churches money,

kids dyin' everywhere, OD'ing and shit.

Tell us somethin'. You know somethin'.

- And don't tell me you don't know shit.

Got all these bitches up in here with their sober freaks.

- First of all, you two clowns can't keep comin' up in here

with this cop shit as much pussy as you two niggas buy.

Second of all, you're barkin' up the wrong tree

with this Jefe shit.

That'll be your boy T.J..

One day he got the bomb, next day this motherfucker's

sendin' niggas to the ER.

- Molly's good by itself.

- Tell me somethin' I don't know.

- Listen, I'ma tell you this.

If you don't put the brakes on your boy,

me and my sisters about to flock that nigga

straight like that.

We already sittin' on a rope.

- Mm mm, not if we flock him first. When and where?

- Listen Jackson, tell you what.

Got a little birdie who gonna give me a call.

- Be careful. - When he-

Listen man, listen. Calm down, listen.

When he give me a call, I'ma give you a call.

Just do me a favor.

Get the fuck outta here

and don't touch shit it your way out Johnson.

- [Johnson] She talkin' to you?

- [Jackson] She act a lot different

when she don't go no motherfuckin'-

- Oh, I could touch somethin'.

- Just not my ass you dirty ass fuckin' cops.

- Tonight. - Tonight, Jackson.

- Or I'ma be back to lock your ass the fuck up.

Believe that.

♪ What the fuck are you gonna do except hustle

♪ I'm a cold, cold nigga and that's a goddamn fact

♪ It'll take a million Donald Trump's

♪ Just to hold me back

- Hey, you know 47 women in Pensacola, Florida

fainted last time you cut my shit?

I look good, I need my own filter.

I can't, just can't do that.

I need my own goddamn filter, I look so amazin'.

Be so kind as to spin me, please.

- Loco. - Here we go.

- Man, what's so important you can't go

through the proper channels nigga?

- Let me handle these two fake ass Captain Lacey

spin-offs, and I'll get back with you in a minute.

- Sure. - Yeah.

- Oh, he gonna need longer than a minute CT.

- Bro, this is my groom time. This is my personal time.

This is where I get myself together

to bitches to take it in.

And here y'all go with some other shit.

Put my shit down!

- You do realize you called us, right?

- I did call you, didn't I?

I've just had so much shit on my mind.

Fellas, uh, your boy T.J.?

- Our boy? - Yeah, your boy.

That shit is all bad that he's puttin' out.

And we gotta get the shit off the street.

- We just had the nigga at the station

and Cap let him go.

- Wait a minute. Let him go?

What is wrong with you two niggas?

- Don't even trip, we bakin' a cake

for that nigga right now.

- A cake? - Sho you right.

- A cake? Wow.

You two niggas got a sweet tooth,

and people are dyin', OD'ing,

and y'all got a sweet tooth?

Hey Betty Crocker, come get these niggas.

- A sweet-no, you ridiculous person.

His CI says that T.J. and his connect is gonna be

at this warehouse top of the mornin',

with a whole lotta dope and a whole lotta cash.

Nigga is you down?

- Okay, now you talking my language. When?

- Top of the mornin' baby.

- Ahh. - Manana.

- Manana. Manana manana.

- Here he go with the bullshit.

(speaking in Spanish)

- I wish you woulda said the evening,

I can't make mornin's fellas.

I wish I could, I can't.

I gotta meet my PO. PA. My PT.

- Nigga are you on parole?

- Stay outta my goddamn business, okay?

You are supposed to be inquisitive, not nosy.

Know the difference. There's a difference.

- What you tell Cap about that shit?

- Hell the fuck no. He's gonna fuck this whole shit up.

We might wanna rob this nigga right after we arrest his ass.

- See? See how he thinks on his feet?

That's why he'll get a medal for shit.

You, you gonna come in second place man.

- Yo, it's Jackson, you hot.

- I know you taught him everything he knows, but-

- You are my biggest hater, you know that?

- I can already tell you lost weight.

You movin' up in the ranks.

- I don't know about you but you stay by his side.

Yo. We gotta go back to the station.

Another day, another time Loco.

- Okay brother. Hey, hey.

That's been paid for.

- [Johnson] I know. - You stealing it.

(keyboard music)

- No no no no no, that's no excuse.

He's a fuckin' soldier. A fuckin' soldier.

He should know better, eh? Not a problem?

So you're tellin' me my son playin' 16 hours

of fuckin' Fortnite is not a fuckin' problem?

Oh, it's a fuckin' problem.

And if I have to come over there, oh,

it's gonna be a even bigger fuckin' problem.

Bro, hey homes, what the fuck are you doin'?

Are you puttin' the fuckin' coca with the mota?

Put the yayo with yayo and the weed with the weed

homes, what the fuck are you doing?

Come on man, handle it.

Look Vija, I gotta fuckin' go.

I can't deal with this shit right now.

I'll talk to you later, (speaks Spanish).

- We gotta do something about this motherfuckin' T.J. man.

- Who? - Tyrell.

- Tyrell? - Yeah.

- Oh, that's his name?

Oh I thought his name, he was like a fuckin',

he looks more like a Tyrone

or like a Tony or some shit like that. (laughs)

- Fuck this boy. - Relax, relax.

Play nice, play nice.

How you doin' T.J.? - Uh huh.

- Good, you good? - All right.

- Hey, take care of that.

Talk to me, what's up?

- Take that shit right over there,

I gotta Uber to man, be nice to her. I gotta tip her.

Hey man, what's up with Johnson and Jackson bro?

They pressin' me man.

They robbin' me every two days.

- Who, the fuckin' (speaks Spanish)?

- Shootin' me with bean bags, all type of shit.

- You talkin' about the pigs?

- Yeah.

- Goddamn, double tap.

What's up with your CI bro?

- Man I told you I talked to that motherfucker earlier.

He ain't hit me back yet.

- Double tap.

- Speak of the devil. What's up snitch?

Fuck you doing, I been waitin' on you all day?

Nigga I told you I can move whenever.

- Double tap. - I'm ready right now.

All right man, I'm on the way.

Nigga I ain't payin' your ass shit, bye.

- My nigga, they FansOnly page is on-

It's on special.

- Said if you tryin' to bust a move we gotta go right now.

- Like right now right now?

- Right the fuck now.

- Hit the nigga Mitchell, tell him to sit on Rico.

- Told you don't trust these niggas, man.

- I really wanna like you, Tyrell, I really wanna like you.

You focus on the bag, movin' the weight, take care of it.

I wanna like you T.J., I really wanna like you.

Move the weight and you'll have no problems.

I got you. (speaks Spanish).

- There we go with that badaka badaka shit.

- You know what I'm sayin' homes.

Just take care of the work.

- I'm illiterate. I barely know Ebonics.

- All right, take care of the work. Have a good night.

- I'm telling you, we need to handle that motherfucker T.J..

- All right, what's going on, what's goin, talk to me.

- That last pack you gave me Jefe,

I'm not gonna lie it was fire as fuck, okay?

You know, so, it-it- we just ran through it.

It was super crazy.

One thing led to another, we got down, you know, and-

- You got down? What do you mean you got down?

What does that mean?

- N-n-no like, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't have nothing.

I let her homegirl- - That's your fuckin' problem.

You're always getting,

you're high right now aren't you motherfucker?

You look like your fuckin' high right now homes.

Tell me your not fuckin' high right now?

- That's not the point.

The point is I give it to her and her friend,

and then my chica starts fuckin' OD'ing on me.

- OD? - She's dead!

- OD'ing on my shit? - Yes.

- Hold on, nobody OD's on my shit.

- I know, homes, that's what I'm trying to tell you.

I think that fuckin' T.J. laced our shit and it's all bad.

- Well that's your fuckin' man.

- I gotta take the problema?

- Well this is when the big boys step up homes.

- Well then let me fuckin' handle it.

- No, see, that's problem homes.

You couldn't fuckin' take care of it

so now I'ma take care of it.

(speaking Spanish)

That's it. I'ma take care of it.

Fucking guy. Gotta do shit for myself all the fuckin' time.

What's fuckin' wrong with you? Fuckin' guy.

- I know that he's Jefe and everything,

but that's my lady.

I wanna do it. Can I count on you?

(guitar music)

- Ooh, these hoes will do anything on the Gram.

- Whoo, oh, my chest.

- Man, where you been dawg?

And why the hell you ain't dressed dawg? What's up?

- I had to get a workout in.

- Hey, well I'm proud of you man.

- I've built up an appetite like a motherfucker though man.

- What? - Goddamn.

- I know that ain't-A burger?

Nigga that better be an impossible burger.

Vegan or somethin'. - Yeah.

- Look at these two suck ass niggas.

- Homocide.

- Just the two niggas we was lookin' for.

- You all down for a 1-8-7?

- A 1-8-7? Like a 1-8-7?

- A 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' OP nigga.

- How do you keep inviting people to commit murder?

- What do you got for us Supercop?

- Look, y'all caught that dead body last night right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- She OD'd right? - Yeah.

- Bus it. Y'all gonna sit on that nigga Rico crib

till we tell y'all otherwise.

We gonna close both these cases, tonight.

Don't fuck this shit up.

- [Mitchell] Ooh, like a stake out?

- Y'all meet me in the front. You bring the weed.

- I don't smoke weed.

- Look, don't make me regret this shit

Jake and the Fatman.

- Nah, we got it. - Nah, we bout it bout it.

- We got it. - We're bout it.

- Downstairs.

- I regret this shit already.

- Aah, get!

- [Johnson] You sure about this shit?

We on it, hop it.

- Whoo!

- Ah shit, my chest, goddamnit, hold up.

- Thun thun, die bitch, bah! - Boom, boom, da boom, sniper!

- Bow, bang bang - Thun thun thun,

- pow, thun, thun, pow!

- Bitch. - Piya blat, for you, bam!

- Come on nigga, we gotta go, put the burger down.

Put the burger down, ah, come on, whoo!

- C'mon nigga, uh. They done fucked up now, c'mon.

- Damn straight.

- He's gonna get shot.

I got a bullet with his name on it for goddamn sure.

♪ You killin' me B

♪ We out here pimps, cops, and robbers

♪ We play ball like the Dodgers

♪ Play ball

♪ I'm outside with the riders

♪ Well-Known homiciders

- Hey fool, uh, we gotta make two more drop offs,

after that, you come drop him?

- Yeah. - Watch my back for me.

- Bro, why the fuck do you keep parkin' so goddamn far?

- My nigga, the Jag is out for repo.

You know this cop shit don't pay no bills.

- That small check-

- Check them niggas out right there.

What's happenin' ese? Ah ah.

(gun blasts)

- Don't do it!

Dammit, it's your turn nigga.

I wish the fuck I would.

Now see that?

That made me shoot your stupid ass over nothin'.

Now I'ma go in and chase your little latino partner.

You stay here and bleed. You don't mind do you?

Haha, nigga.

- Fuck you homes.

(intense music)

- Phew, goddamn.

(gunshots firing)

- Ah shit! - Come on baby.

Oh hell no. Woo, shit.

(gate rattles)

Fuck, he got away nigga.

- You're big ass let him get away.

- Hey, fuck you, I ain't let him do shit,

this nigga crawled through the shit, trash, and all that.

I ain't got time for that shit big guy.

- See I knew it was gonna be a bad day

when I got up this mornin'.

You CI said T.J. was gonna be here my nigga.

- He did, I don't know where the fuck that niggas at man.

- Motherfucker I shot was Mexican.

He had a damn good cartel T-shirt on.

Now what the fuck is goin' on?

- Evidently, T.J.'s working with the Mexicans.

- Nah, see T.J.'s Dominican. I know that for a fact.

- What the fuck? You are the dumbest motherfucker,

I swear to God.

- Fuck all the dumb shit, you done made me mess up my

Air Max 95's, they Tuscan peach my nigga.

This cop shit is wack. To the fuckin' house my nigga.

- You can't go nowhere.

Cap said we gotta close this case, tonight

or he gonna be in our ass tomorrow.

There's kids dyin' in the fuckin' street and shit,

you talkin' about you done.

Where the fuck you goin'?

- Kids is dy-man, fuck this case and fuck them kids.

I'm out, to the out.

You done smoked up my last nickel bag,

I ain't seen my baby momma in three days,

I got a PTA meeting in the mornin',

I ain't missin' that for nobody.

- You can't be outta shit.

- I just thought about it.

The motherfucker Rico.

- We gotta check in on his ass.

There's too much of this shit floatin' around

for him to not be involved with it.

- He used to run with the DG cartel too.

Wilson and Mitchell sittin' on his ass right now too.

You take the Jag, pick me up

at the top of the mornin' my nigga.

- I don't wanna drive your fuckin' clown car nowhere.

- Man, fuck all that shit.

Did you at least get a good look at him?

- He looked Mexican.

I mean, he could have been light-skinned,

but he look Mexican.

- Man this is bullshit man.

Nothin' even happenin' over here man.

- I'm not gonna make it. - Not gonna make it?

- I'm tired man. What time is it?

- Nigga it's 9:30, man. It ain't even late.

- All right, well look. Stake out checklist, let's do it.

- We should have everything man.

- We got uh water? - Check.

- Smokes? - Check.

- Toilet paper? - Check.

- Sanitizer? - Yeah.

- Donuts? - Got a couple left.

- Binoculars? - Check.

- PornHub? (both laugh)

- Chickity chizzeck!

Hey man, you hear about the rumors about

Jackson and Johnson man?

- What rumors? - Rumors man.

About them niggas bein' dirty.

- Dirty?

I haven't heard any hygiene issues with

either one of those guys.

I mean, have you seen Jackson's closet?

I mean, wall-to-wall designer track suits

and muscle T's.

- Designer track suits? Muscle?

Look, I know them niggas is tacky man,

just keep your eyes peeled, man.

Just keep your eyes peeled.

(phone rings)

- Where's my phone?

Hold on, it's Jackson here.

Hey Jackson, what do you got Supercop?

- [Jackson] Fatboy Slim, what it look like nigga?

- Ah, nothin' yet. But we're on it.

- [Jackson] Wait for me to tell you to move.

- Yeah, all right. That's a big 10-4.

- [Jackson] What the? 10-4?

- How you don't even know what 10-4 means?

- I do. 10 if it's long, 4 if it's wide. (laughs)

- Dang, get your ass up outta here with that shit.

- But uh, my question, what kinda porn are you watchin'?

- They said they on top of it.

- So top of the mornin' Supercop?

And don't have me waiting.

And make sure you leave me some of that stress

up in there bro.

- I ain't gonna keep tellin' you my nigga,

that is not stress bro.

- I-I know. It's East Side Indonesia,

whatever the fuck you call it.

- You goddamn right. - But it's still stress bro.

So whatever.

- You smoke my last bag jackass.

- Shit, and I really didn't appreciate that line

about the fuck the kids earlier nigga.

I had to think about that shit for a moment,

like did this nigga just say "fuck the kids"

when I got nine of them and he they fuckin' uncle?

What kind of person says shit like that?

- It's fuck them kids is special my nigga.

- That's why I took exception to the shit.

Punk ass motherfucker.

- But I was bullshitin' bro, I was just ventin' my nigga.

You know how I get when I scuff my kicks my nigga.

I'm not gonna let you go out like that.

We gonna finish this one strong.

- We better. - Shit, now say it with me.

- [Both] Bad boys, bad boys, what they gonna do?

Not a motherfuckin' thing my nigga.

- Let's get the fuck outta here man.

- You payin' for this gas?

- I ain't payin' for shit my nigga, you owe me $20.

- For what?

Nigga I been puttin' gas in this shit all fuckin' week.

- Watch the finish nigga. - Man, fuck this finish.

It's not yours. It's full coverage insurance.

- It's under my name. - So?

- Watch the finish nigga.

(sirens whaling)

(Mitchell snoring)

- Okay. Now you if I wasn't at work,

I'd be workin' on that ass. (laughs)

Yo, what you wearin' right now?

Come on baby, what you wearin'?

A bonnet? Baby you supposed to lie to me.

No no no, I'ma call you right back.

Damn man.

Yo, I think that's our boy Mitch.

Mitch.

Right there man - Got him, got him.

- Ain't that our boy? - We got his ass.

- Right there man, you see him?

- Ah, I don't see shit.

- Right there, right there, you see him?

- I don't see shit. - Come on man.

With the gansta H and M outfit on, right there man.

- Where's, what are we doin' here?

- Mitch. Mitchell.

Turn the binoculars around man.

- Ohh. Ah yeah, yeah.

We got your ass. - C'mon man.

- We on your ass. - C'mon man.

- Get Jackson on the phone so we can get up outta here.

Have to cover your shift and my shift.

- Good Lord. One second. - Get this snore checked out.

- What I tell you about that.

- Hey, Supercop. The eagle has landed.

I repeat, the eagle has landed.

- Boy, what the fuck?

- We got eyes on Rico.

We got eyes on Rico.

- Nigga we not bird watchin'.

- Yeah, all right. We'll sit on him.

All right Jackson. Yeah.

- Why the fuck do you talk like that

every time you talk to him?

- Hey man, why is, get out of my shit man,

I'm workin' on somethin' here.

Don't worry about the shit I got goin' on,

'cause I'm doin' some other shit.

What I need to know is, um, what a, what was she wearing?

- You talkin' about my wife?

I'ma whoop your ass Mitchell.

I'ma whoop your ass you keep it up.

Let's get up outta here.

- What was she wearin'?

- Tell you what, how about I just throw these donuts

up out, how about I throw these donuts out?

- Hey, don't fuck around man.

Put them back. - Come on man.

Let's get up outta here then man.

- All right. - Let's go.

- He told us to sit.

- Nigga we get the fuck outta here.

- If you woulda dropped the motherfuckin' donuts,

I'd have dropped your ass like a bad cold.

- I believe you too though.

- Ahh (sniffs). Fuck Jefe.

Well if you're not gonna answer your fuckin' phone.

Ah, fu...

♪ When they see me in this fit

♪ All the Crips finna go crazy

♪ Watch all the Crips gonna go crazy

- You sure Rico's up in this motherfucker nigga?

- My nigga, Wilson and Mitchell sat on this place

all night, he better be in this motherfucker.

- I don't trust shit they say.

- The fuckin' doors open my nigga.

Hey. - What?

- Remember back in the day nigga?

Me and my babies moms, nigga?

He hit a party pack, some whole snicker, to the moon.

- Love how your ass refer to last night

as back in the day.

Open the fuckin' door. - Yeah, all right all right.

(ominous music)

Ho, ho, ho motherfucker.

(dog yelps)

Ah, come on Rico, don't run. Goddammit.

(door slams)

- Fuck I'm sick of chasin' motherfuckers, man.

I swear to god. - Kick the door in.

- Fuck all this shit I'm about to

knock this nigga the fuck out.

- What the fuck do you got on?

- Nigga what the fuck do you got on?

- I got a video shoot after this, what's your excuse?

(wood snapping)

- [Jackson] Fuck.

- Ahh!

Tell us what you know

about the dead white girl motherfucker!

- What is you fuckin' with fentanyl for anyway?

Molly is good by itself. Trust me, I know.

- Man, get this nigga in the tub.

- Come on Johnson. Goddamn.

Johnson, what the fuck nigga, goddamn.

- Get in the bath tub.

- Goddamn, brass knuckles Johnson, what the fuck?

- Oh we about to go Denzel on your ass buddy.

- Bouta blast your ass fool.

- Wait, wait, wait. Jackson, Johnson, you guys know me.

- I don't know shit.

Not you, then who motherfucker?

- I don't know.

- Shoot this motherfucker.

- No, wait, wait, wait.

I didn't wanna leave her like that, all right?

- Leave her?

- She was my girlfriend.

I didn't wanna leave her like that,

but I couldn't stay either, you feel me?

I don't even slang no more, all right?

I just play the party.

I got that shit from Tyrell's janky ass.

- Who? - T.J..

- Fuckin' T.J., huh?

- If I hear this nigga's name one more fuckin' time.

If the nigga is not in jail, he's on probation,

and then he get violated, then he back in jail.

♪ Hey, hey,

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Clit, clit, clit, face pussy

♪ Can you fertilize these seeds

♪ Young rainforest filled with everything you need

♪ Grapefruit drippin' once you give a little squeeze

♪ Like the best slice of pie, but this pussy gluten-free

- The right mind would pay for it my nigga.

- You got a good point.

- Oh, it's Keys.

Yo it's Jackson you hot?

- Hey. I got eyes on T.J..

- Oh shit, talk to me Keys.

She said she got eyes on T.J..

- I was workin' vice last night and-

- Keys, you don't work no motherfuckin' vice.

- She just likes to hoe bro.

- I'm startin' to believe so.

She must love it!

- Jackson shut the fuck up and just listen for a second.

I was workin' vice, and I seen him and his boys comin' outta

Crazy Girls talkin' all loud.

Saw that he had the BOLO so I followed him.

- Keys, baby, I'ma owe you some head for this one.

- You givin' head away for?

- It's just somethin' we do bro.

- Sho you right.

Anyway, I followed him out to this spot in Mid City

where he met up with some Mexican cats.

Not the Mexican cats you see at like home depot,

like some real business men.

- Some business men? - T.J.?

- This motherfucker tryin' to go big time on us?

That nigga wouldn't know a business man if arrested his ass.

I know 'cause I arrested the motherfucker last week.

- I don't know, but they pulled up next to each other,

was talkin' mafia style back and forth for about an hour,

and then broke wide.

- You still on him?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I-I gotta go to the clinic, I mean,

I gotta go to the courthouse in about an hour so...

He in that spot on 7th, you know?

- Bet. She say he at the spot on Broadway.

His baby momma crib.

We on the way. Believe that.

- It's all on you now Supercop.

(strong bass music)

- Bro AB just like me. It's her FansOnly page my nigga.

- Bro, you a cop. Get her address.

Go holla at the bitch or somethin'.

- I'm a cop, but I'm also a fan.

- Nigga you sure we don't need a warrant for this shit?

- Man, fuck a warrant.

- Swear to God, Lord.

- My nigga, me and my gun got

a better understandin' than that.

He ain't gonna let me be no punk,

He ain't gonna let him go be no punk either nigga.

You just worry about this salmon shirt you got on,

'cause I done seen this more times

than I'd like to my nigga.

- You need to see that this shit always kicks off,

I done seen you matchin' a couple times.

- Just 'cause they match your Jeezy's don't make it cool.

- Fuck outta here.

What the fuck we supposed to do, just tap on the door

and kick his ass when he open it?

- No, we're gonna knock. Police knock.

You, I don't know about you.

- May I do the knocking? - Go ahead.

- You saw there's white folks in this building,

don't fuck up the vibe.

- I'm a goddamn cop, tellin' me to tap on the door?

- That's better.

- Yo, hello?

Yo, Erica, why you get me this little as T-shirt man?

Shit is small, I need a medium.

Aye, look, I'm about to run inside this building,

I'm gonna hit you right back, all right? Bet.

- I thought you said Keys said he was here bro.

- She did, but she also said she had to go to the clinic.

I mean the courthouse.

- Uh, goddamn.

We could get a warrant bro.

- We can't, I owe Judge Stevenson a band.

My car got impounded. - I don't even want to know.

What's the play?

- The play is to take the stairs.

I'm scared to be in the elevator with your big ass.

- Fuck you glitter boy, come on.

- This is stardust my nigga,

and this is Nipsey Blue, I'm not gonna tell you,

not one more time.

- You can call it whatever you want to,

you look like you got tackled by a bunch of strippers.

♪ When the Crips see me in the fit

♪ All the Crips go crazy.

- Ho, ho, ho motherfucker.

- Freeze you little motherfucker.

- It ain't Christmas motherfucker.

(gunshots firing)

- Shit!

This motherfucker's outta his mind. Cover me.

- Get that nigga.

- Oh that's what's up.

(gunshots)

- Cover me.

- Don't start shootin' at me.

- I'm shootin' past you.

- You shootin' at me!

Oh, now you both shootin' at me!

- Get yo little ass-

- Well get him then.

Freeze motherfucker, freeze.

(intense percussion music)

(car engine revs)

(gunshots)

- Yo, it's Jackson, you down for a 1-8-7 nigga?

- [Loco] See, now you talkin' my language.

- Meet me at my trap-mobile nigga.

- [Loco] Where?

- Remember them bitches we was fuckin' with last week?

I left that baby at her house.

- What is wrong with you?

- Don't judge me nigga.

If you want in, be there. Believe that.

- I don't know how I let you talk me into this shit.

And did I just hear you say a 1-8-7?

- A 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' op.

- Girl. Yeah, so look.

Apparently he said he ain't fuckin' with her

because she thirsty.

Mm hmm. Then he said somethin' about her pussy stinkin'

or some shit like that, I don't know.

Yes, I seen that shit!

- Erica, Erica. Get off the phone.

Get off the phone. - What?

- We outta here my nigga. We gotta go my nigga.

- What? Hold on, hold on.

- I got into a shoot out.

- With who?

- With them same dirty cops that hit our house,

when you ran off.

- I was scared.

- Get your ass up and get you shit, we gotta go.

- We gotta flush that shit or we gotta get litty.

Get your shit let's go!

Hurry up! - I'm coming!

(light-hearted music)

- Nigga I'm gonna need you to take your ass to the range

and spend some money there goddamnit.

- I ain't never been to the motherfuckin' range.

Don't plan on goin' nigga.

Got into this job to carry a gun and take dope from niggas.

All day.

- Tired of gettin' shot at by my goddamn self.

- Hold on. It's nigga D'lai now.

My nigga, where the fuck is you at, we at the trapmobile?

- [Loco] Man, I'm kinda tied up right now.

I need you to come pick me up.

- Pick you up? - I ain't got no L's.

- Fuck you mean you ain't got no L's my nigga?

- [Loco] All right, you know how it should be.

- This nigga be wilin' bro.

Oh, oh! - I can explain.

I see what you been into motherfucker.

Where's your police shirt?

- The fuck is he babysitting?

- [Loco] But I'm glad you found the shirt.

- Why do you ride around with this shit anyway nigga?

Your big ass can't fit in that.

- I got my shit in the car nigga.

- Well hold that for me nigga.

Yeah, we on the way nigga.

- Thank you bruh. - Believe that.

- Supposed to be my partner

but you got this nigga gun, clothes, and dope in your car.

- Me and D'lai got a whole other type of business goin' on.

♪ Yeah hoe, yeah hoe ♪ Yeah hoe

- [Jackson] Pimp down. Pimp in distress.

Play that fuckin' music. Hello?

- [Caller] I need you to get off of yo ass-

- Calm down.

- [Caller] get your little brother ass up outta jail.

- Call the lawyer!

- [Caller] That little motherfucker don't listen to shit.

- You ain't call up the lawyer?

- He crazy just like his motherfuckin' (indistinct)

and just like yo ass.

- Fuck it. Look it up.

Jay Pearson Lynn, Esquire.

Can't believe you ain't call-

- [Caller] Smoke my weed, all up through my house-

- He's been in jail for 3 fuckin' days!

- Don't pay a goddamn bill, - Nigga's 12 years old.

- I don't give a fuck how long he been in jail,

the motherfucker don't listen.

- Hey, don't forget to pay that nigga.

He ain't cleaned his room.

- Or else I'm gonna come home for dinner

and lock your ass the fuck up.

- [Caller] Ain't that a bitch,

you ain't lockin' my ass up nigga.

- Shit, I just bagged up 50 thousand nickel bags my nigga.

- 50 thousand nickel bags or 50 thousand in nickel bags?

- 50 thousand nickel bags or 50 thousand in nickel bags,

do it even fuckin' matter my nigga?

Either way it go I'm gonna make a killing.

- Fuck the dumb shit. You suppose to be my partner.

What the hell's goin' on with you and D'lai, and this car,

and hoes, and all kinds of crazy shit?

- Wouldn't you like to know.

- I would like to know.

- Shit, it's just like his go part trap-mobile nigga.

I just let that nigga pimp out of it.

But that nigga don't do nothin' but pick up prostitutes.

- In this car? - In this car.

Nigga done went platinum up and down the (indistinct).

- My partner invites Toby.

Check that nigga in your squad man, we keep sending nigga

on Fig, pickin' up hoes.

We don't wanna pull him over 'cause we know he-

- You know his goddamn vice is either a goddamn prostitute

or a liar and the truth ain't in him.

'cause you don't pick up no hoes off no goddamn Fig.

I ain't picked up no hoe off Fig's

since I was about 16 years old.

- What the fuck do you want me to do with this?

- Fuck you mean man? Flush it.

- You so fuckin' lame, that shit only work in the movies.

- Okay smart ass, just get rid of it for me.

- I told you not to cut that shit.

- I was watching Vice City, saw a nigga with a mask on.

- That shit is fake you fuckin' clown!

Now you done got us into some shit.

- Here you go with that us shit, that choppa niggas

gonna kill me, not you.

- I'm goin to my momma house.

- Bye! Just make sure you get rid of that shit.

- Fuckin' clown.

(eerie music)

- Bae, is that you?

- Bae? I figured you more for a boo guy.

- Jefe? Fuck you doin' in my trap cuz?

- (speaking Spanish)

Looks like you need to clean up around here homie.

- All right, bet.

Look, we go in there, rob this nigga for the good dope,

take him to jail for the bad dope, simple.

- What we always do.

- Damn. Goddamn.

You know you gonna get a medal for this shit right?

- Sho you right. - It's medal-worthy.

- Oh, what's up homie?

- Don't fuckin' "what's up homie" me,

this nigga suppose to be dead.

- Dead? I though we was good Davis.

- Good? Nah little nigga.

At this point, you became nothin' but a fuckin' liability.

- Gettin' in the shootout with Jackson and shit.

Cuttin' up my fuckin' dope.

We should kill your little ass twice nigga.

- One of you motherfuckers fucks up my waves,

I'm shootin' everybody in the house.

Here D'lai.

- Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

- Sho you right.

- Wait a minute. Are you losin' weight on me?

Slim boy, ready for fashion over gear.

Look at it. Look at it.

- I tried to tell you my nigga.

- Man, what the fuck, wait, hold up.

Man, I got money on the table. - Shut up!

(gun blasts)

- Oh shit.

I thought you were just gonna scare him,

I didn't know you were gonna kill him for real dawg.

Shit! - Fuckin' right.

Let all this bad dope die with him.

- Fuck it, fuck that (speaks Spanish).

♪ S-S-S somebody call the cops

♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

♪ Somebody call the cops

♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty ♪ Hey

♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

- Now let's get the fuck outta here.

- Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

- So what's the plan Supercop?

- We gonna beat the brakes off this motherfucker.

Little nigga shot at my rental car.

- Fuck. It's Jackson.

- Rental car? - Yes my nigga.

- You done had the car for two years,

you coulda paid the bitch off by now.

- Don't judge me my nigga. Let's get it.

- Let's go.

- Uh, look, I'ma take care of this.

Take this strap, go out the back.

(gun clicks)

- Hey Cap, what the fuck is you doin' here?

- I'm followin' a lead, the fuck is you doin' here?

And D'lai? - Long time, no see Cap.

- Ah, I thought you was dead nigga.

- Cap we came to rob, we came to arrest this little nigga.

Just got into a shootout with this little motherfucker.

- I was havin' second thoughts

about lettin' the little nigga go.

- So your solution was to shoot the motherfucker?

- No, dickhead. He was dead when I got here.

Man, look man. I told you T.J. was dirty man.

Look man, all the evidence is right

in front yo motherfuckin' face.

Case closed.

- Cap, this shit don't feel right baby.

Look at this nigga.

- You don't get paid to feel Jackson.

You get paid to co-sign the shit I say.

You understand me? You want that promotion don't you?

- Goddamn right. - Call this shit in!

- Call this shit in.

And D'lai, you ain't got no motherfuckin' badge.

- Where the fuck is your badge at?

- I lost it in a dice game.

- Black and whites will be here shortly.

- Cap. - Yeah, we need a bust.

- This nigga. This nigga over here.

- Just the coroner.

- Go over there and see if he got any weed, get his chain,

get all of that shit, before everybody get here.

- Shh! I'm on the phone with this bitch.

Nah, nah, they wasn't talkin' to you.

- Aye! Man this nigga still alive.

What type of Walkin' Dead bullshit is goin' on here?

Hey Rick, come get this nigga man.

- Jackson, bro, you gotta save me.

- You a slick son of a bitch, do you know that little nigga?

- You got to be the luckiest motherfucker.

- Sick of this shit.

Mitchell. - What?

- Come on man.

Man, he had us out all night last night.

We probably out her for some bullshit.

And why does it seem like every time, every time,

I mean this close to gettin' some from my wife,

this motherfucker calls.

- Wait a minute.

So you're sayin' that you were this close

to gettin' a little bit from your wife?

- Yeah, I was in there.

- In there? - Tip in.

- Rim shot? - Yeah.

- Ah. Lube?

- Hell nah man, let's, c'mon.

- Rookie.

- I really don't know how I keep lettin' you talk me

into this bullshit.

- Don't you fuckin' start. Don't you fuckin start,

So that was my fault right?

- I ain't saying that, but I'ma finish this shit,

I know that much though.

- And what the fuck was Cap doing there?

- You tell me, something in the water ain't right

about that shit right there.

- Ain't that a bitch?

- I know Fat Albert and the gang better hurry their ass up.

- They better be walkin up.

- Speaking of the dummies.

- Two of them.

- The fuck took y'all niggas so long?

- Where y'all been?

- [Mitchell] Bite me.

- Bite you, ain't that a bitch?

Look, ain't no time for the games Dr. Dre and Ed Lover,

we need y'all to go in there, help D'lai clean house,

bag up that dope and that cash, and meet us at the trap.

And look, this shit gotta stay

between the four of us, all right?

T.J. deader than a motherfucker.

- Keep your lips zipped.

- T.J. deader than a motherfucker. Say it with me.

- [Mitchell] T.J.'s deader than a motherfucker.

- You too. - You nigga.

- [Wilson] T.J.'s dead-dead-dead.

- No. T.J. deader than a motherfucker nigga.

- [Wilson] T.J. has passed away.

- This motherfucker. - I'ma shoot this nigga.

- [Wilson] We got it man.

- Go clean house my nigga. Bag up that dope and that cash.

Meet us at the trap.

- Be quick about that shit.

- Trap house? - Are we drug dealers now?

- [Johnson] Yup.

- [Mitchell] We dirty cops. We're dirty cops.

- [Wilson] You sayin' it like it's a good thing man.

- [Mitchell] I think it is.

- [Wilson] Man, my wife is gonna kill me man.

- [Mitchell] Eh.

- [Jackson] Bullet-proof vest huh?

Witness protection huh?

- [Johnson] I know he ain't stayin' at my house.

- [Jackson] That motherfucker can't stay at my house.

- [Johnson] You ain't got shit at your house.

- [Jackson] I got a baby momma,

I got two illegitimate ass kids, I got three Hulu accounts,

five emails, the fuck you mean ain't shit at my house?

- [Johnson] He'll fit right in.

- [Jackson] Maybe he can stay at Cap's house.

- [Johnson] Nigga you know he can't stay at Cap's house.

- [Jackson] Well fuck all the dumb shit,

they gonna have to wait til part two my nigga.

I'm through with cop shit, this shit is wack.

You done smoked up my last stress bag.

Missed my last PTA meetin' for the month,

they be callin' my baby momma.

- [Johnson] That's how you gonna end the movie?

- [Jackson] That's exactly how I'ma end the movie.

That's all the motherfuckin' movie they get.

They gonna have to tune in to part two or the goddamn

web series, or whatever else the fuck I cook up.

Dirty Cops L.A., I'ma be famous off this shit.

You gonna be famous too.

- [Johnson] Oh, I know.

- [Jackson] Ain't that a bitch, you know?

- [Johnson] I don't know about you.

- [Jackson] I'ma go and take my 10 percent

for all my pain and suffering.

You need a manager.

♪ They happy 'cause they paid

♪ But you can't trust no dirty cops

♪ All these on prescriptions

♪ You won't catch me with dirty rocks

♪ They say T.J. selling weight

♪ But you cannot come buy a ounce

♪ Smiley, he gonna mix it,

♪ He gonna need like 30 pots

♪ They happy 'cause they paid

♪ But you can't trust no dirty cops

♪ All these on prescriptions

♪ You won't catch me with dirty rocks

♪ They say DJ selling weight

♪ But you cannot come buy a ounce

♪ Smiley, he gonna mix it

♪ He gonna need like 30 pots

♪ The South central LA,

♪ Blue bandana in your face

♪ I ain't tryin beat no record

♪ I'm just tryin' to beat the cake

♪ came from a place with dirty cops in your safe

♪ El jefe they need to chase

♪ He not opposed to the rank

♪ But T.J. makin' a break

♪ Transactions and shootouts

♪ T.J. time to move out

♪ Dump the blitz at the house

♪ Jacks and Johnson with the mask

♪ You too hard for me grab

♪ Dirty cops like the task

♪ Guess we all in it for the cash

♪ T.J. tryin' to leave the trap

♪ Heard a knock before he dash

♪ T.J. tryin' to mix the bag

♪ Custy's dyin' fast

♪ Shoulda focused on the path

♪ Instead of grabbin' the bag

♪ You should choose your drugs wisely

♪ 'Cause that could be your last

♪ They happy 'cause they paid

♪ But you can't trust no dirty cops

♪ All these on prescriptions

♪ You won't catch me with dirty rocks

♪ They say T.J. sellin' weight

♪ But you cannot come buy a ounce

♪ Molly, he gonna mix it

♪ He gon' need like 30 pots

♪ They happy 'cause they paid

♪ But you can't trust no dirty cops

♪ All these on prescriptions

♪ You won't catch me with dirty rocks

♪ Say T.J. sellin' weight

♪ But you cannot come buy a ounce

♪ Molly, he gon' mix it

♪ He gon' need like 30 pots