SMOKEY : I know you don't smoke weed.
I know this,
but I'm gonna get you high today
'cause it's Friday,
you ain't got no job,
and you ain't got shit to do.
SONG: # Yeah
# Ooh
# Tryin' to see another day
# Well
# Tryin' to find a better way
# Got my mind
# On my money
# And my money
# On my mind
# Ain't got time
# To be lonely
# 'Cause my woman takes all of my time
# And I know
# You can't wait until tomorrow
# I wanna see what tomorrow brings
# Whoo
# Tryin' to see another day
# Well
# Tryin' to find a better way
# Tryin' to see another day... #
(Snoring)
# Tryin' to find a better way
# Ain't got time for my homie
# He's somewhere high... #
Mmm...hrrm...
Give me the 2-piece special,
lots of hot sauce,
and all the fries you can give me.
(Snoring)
Thank you. Thank you.
# Until tomorrow
# I wanna see what tomorrow brings
# Whoo
# See a better day
# Tryin' to find, find a better way
# I know
# Tryin' to see another day
# Tryin' to find a better way... #
CRAlG: For most people,
Friday is just the day before the weekend.
But after this Friday,
the neighbourhood will never be the same.
(Bangs on door)
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(Hits toe)
Oh, shit.
What's up?
Good morning.
Are you prepared for Jehovah's return?
Because if you're not,
I have a pamphlet here that--
Well, fuck you.
Half-dead motherfucker.
Come on, sister.
Yeah.
(Chuckles)
Uh-oh.
I gotcha.
Gotcha baby.
That's right.
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Stop!
Hey! Wait!
lce-cream!
Oh, shit.
Wait!
lce-cream!
What you gonna do?
Hi.
Hey, hey, hey, hey hey, hey!
(Kids stop shouting)
Damn.
What you want?
What you got?
Boy, what the fuck you want?
Gimme some chili fritos.
Come here.
Come here!
Step aside.
What's up, Big Perm?
I mean Big Worm.
You sell that bud?
I sold some.
Give me the rest.
Somebody want a couple 20s around Compton.
Man, I was just bullshittin' ya.
You know I sold that shit.
Then count out my money.
Hurry up!
Don't you see we havin' grown folks business?
Damn.
Now shut the hell up.
20...
40, 60, 80...
100...
120, 140...
Hey, man, that's $ 100.
Stop playin' with me, Smokey.
You know what happened?
You gonna laugh your ass off.
You know Craig? Craig got fired yesterday.
What the fuck that gotta do with me?
Let me explain.
We was talkin' over all our problems, right?
And you know how WE do it.
We started getting high. Nigger, we got fucked up!
Look, nigger, I'm gonna be here 10:00 on the dot.
Not 10:03. Not 10:36.
If you ain't got my money or my bud,
I'm killin' you AND him.
You gonna kill me?
Get the fuck out of my face, man.
Baby!
Can I have my chili fritos?
You can't have shit. I'm closed, fat boy.
Then give me my money back.
My money.
Mama!
Man, I hate him.
What'd he say?
Huh?
What'd he say?
Oh, he just said for us to pay him at 10:00.
What you mean "us"?
Man, that fool ain't gonna do nothin'.
Man, I know you didn't tell...
Worm!
What you doin'?
Craig.
Worm!
Damn.
What's up?
What'd you tell him?
I just told him we were smokin', man,
and that we were just chillin'.
Man, you were smokin'!
I smoked half a little piece a joint with you.
Man, that fool ain't gonna do nothin'.
What'd he say?
He said if we don't pay him by 10:00,
he gonna bust a cap in both our asses.
We need to pay him. He crazy! Let's stick together.
I can't believe you got me in the mix with this fool!
Aw, man, I didn't make you smoke that joint.
Might as well.
"Come on, Craig, man.
"Stimulate your mind, man.
"It's Friday. I'm gonna get you high."
Why you bringin' up old shit?
I could knock...
Hey, Craig,
I left my purse in your house.
Can I go get it?
Yeah. Come on.
(RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)
# Big booty hos
# Hump with it
# Hoochie mamas
# Hump with it... #
Fool...
Where Craig at?
Fool?
Oh, he in the house.
(DOOR OPENS)
Ahem.
Uh-uh.
Hell, no.
Psssh.
Yeah.
Uh-uh.
Who is that, bitch?
Yeah, who was that bitch?
CRAlG: Who you talkin' to?
Nigger, I'm talkin' to you!
Now, who is she?
That's just Debbie from down the street.
So? What the hell's she doin' in there?
She was just... just go in the house!
What you lookin' at?
Get yo' ass in the house!
Hurry up!
I'm going in to straighten this girl out.
I'll be right back.
Alright, man.
I'm gonna go to my crib, man. My stomach hurt.
Ey.
Come back!
Alright.
Mama!
Shit.
(Grunts)
Shit.
What the hell you want, boy? Damn!
Mr Jones, can I use your bathroom, please?
What you gonna do, number 1 or number 2?
Number 2.
Shit.
You ain't gonna drop no stinkin' loads here.
If anybody drops a stinkin' load,
it's gonna be me.
Mr...Mr Jones!
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Man!
Fuck.
Mama!
Shit.
# La la la la la la
# La la la la... #
Smokey!
Smokey.
Smokey!
Smokey, what the hell you doing back here?
Hey, nothin', man. Hey, I'm fixing something.
Just stay over there.
I thought you wanted me to wash the car.
Hey, man, wash it later. Stay over there!
I ain't the smartest man in the world,
but from here it looks like you takin' a shit.
Ezel, get the hell off my back lawn!
Ugh! It look like you been eatin' corn?
Fool, get the hell out of my back...
Get on, man!
Alright, but between me and you, man,
when you're done,
I'll clean all that shit up for you for $2.00.
Hey, Ezel!
What? You better not tell nobody, man!
I'm not, man.
Keep it on the down low.
All right. I'm not like that.
We'll keep it down, bro.
Ey! Smokey back here takin' a shit!
Ezel!
Well, I ain't gonna tell nobody else.
# La la la la
# La la la la la... #
See, you need to control that little funky ass temper.
I know. I be forgettin', baby.
You got to be reminding me.
I'm sorry.
My mama know
that's you calling and hanging up.
What?
That ain't me calling and hanging up, baby.
You know I love your mama.
Hey, you got some money?
What? Some, huh?
Nigger, how much you need?
About $200.
Well, I guess so.
What are you gonna to give me?
WOMAN: Craig!
Craig!
Craig! Craig!
Can I talk to you for a minute?
JOl: What?
What?
Could I use y'all's VCR right quick?
I want to dub a tape.
Hell, no!
It's the Mack!
Uh-uh, wait a minute! Who the fuck is that bitch?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
You think you're slick, asking me for money!
Well, ask that bitch for some money!
Damn.
What's wrong with your ho?
Damn!
We had the money right there in my motherfucking...
We ain't have shit.
So what we gonna do?
Man, that fool's just playing, man.
I ain't sweatin' it.
That's your problem.
Ain't nobody playin' but you.
You walk up and down the street all day playing.
He ain't playin'!
You think he playin' about his money?
You done dragged me into this.
He know where my mama stay. he know where your mama stay.
You say he had a gun when you seen him, right?
Yeah.
Well, name one person in the hood
that play like that?
I know, huh?
Look, man...
I'm sorry I got you in this shit.
I'm going to tell him
you ain't had nothin' to do with it.
I smoked up his weed.
I'm gonna face the consequences.
If I get dealt with, I get dealt with.
Craig, have you seen my sh...
What's that for?
Protection.
Protection?
Protection from who?
Me and Smokey.
I got to walk Smokey down to his house.
Aw, man. your mother and l
never would have moved into this neighborhood
if we had known you'd need a gun
to walk down the damn street.
You know how it is around here.
Oh, no, son, that's not the way it is.
Kids today are nothing but punks, sissified,
so quick to pick up a gun.
You scared to take an ass whippin'.
This is what makes you a man.
When I was growing up,
this was all the protection we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live...
You live to fight another day.
You think you're a man with that gun in your hand,
don't you?
I'm a man without it.
Put the gun down.
(Puts gun down)
Put up your dukes.
Now you're a man.
Your uncle picked up a gun too.
He had to find out the hard way.
22 years old.
You got a choice.
These are all you need.
Alright?
What's up, man?
What's up, Red?
Ah ah ah! Get your ass up.
They was clownin' you at work today.
I saw the tape.
We kept rewinding it.
It looked like your head,
but you can't tell from the back.
How your eye?
Oh, it's cool.
Damn! Damn!
Put your glasses back on.
What's up, Craig? What's up, Red?
Hey, Smokey, sell me a dub!
Ain't selling you nada.
Come on, homes.
Let's let bygones be bygones.
Raise the fuck up before Craig's father come out here.
You need to go and do that.
Hell, I ain't selling him shit.
You better get your ass off your shoulders.
You ain't going to get me shot up.
You better make that money. Hurry up.
Hey, Eze.
(Mocks Spanish)
Man, this nigger got us in some shit.
You know that shit was fucked up, man.
It's alright. You have nice legs, man.
Shit, here come Deebo!
Who?
Dee-bo!
I'm going to tuck mine in.
(BIKE FALLS OVER)
What's up, y'all?
What's up, Red?
Thanks for the bike.
What you got on my 40, homie?
I thought you had $200.
I do, but I want to spend Red's money.
I'm broke.
Give it up, Red.
Come on, Deebo, stall him out.
What you got on my 40, homie?
I don't have nothin'.
Yeah, you got something.
Why you trippin', Deebo?
Shut up, or I knock your ass out.
Why don't you give him back his chain?
What chain?
Yeah, what chain?
Man, why y'all didn't help me?
Man, I'm high.
That's fucked up. I would have helped y'all.
What about the time
he tried to choke me in smoke's backyard?
Oh, that was different.
Man, let's jump him.
Sit your ass down.
Man, I got mind control over Deebo.
He be, like, "shut the fuck up," I be quiet.
But when he leaves, I be talkin' again.
Man, my grandmama gave me that chain.
Man, he trippin' hard.
SMOKEY : Only on people he know.
He don't be pullin' that shit
on them fools around the corner.
RED: Man, fuck that!
Aw.
(Turns alarm off)
He going to cry in the car.
(RAP MUSIC PLAYS)
Here come Dana and her punk ass boyfriend.
What you doin' with that on your head?
Don't even ask.
Alright, don't get homeboy fucked up.
Debbie came by here looking for you.
What did she say?
She just said to tell you she came by.
Alright.
Hey, Dana, when we going to hook up?
Boy, please.
Alvita, Alvita!
That's ok! She'll be back.
Another Quaalude,
she'll love me in the morning.
Ain't that right, Frank?
Get off me.
Aah! He's crazy! He's crazy!
Oh, shit.
Ah, he's going off.
Goddamn preacher!
Craig!
Craig, Daddy wants you.
Look.
What Daddy want?
I don't know. Go see.
Tell me if anything happens.
Go see.
Hey, what's up with me and you?
I was in there on the phone with Debbie.
What's up with Rita?
Rita who?
Rita that's going to be here at 7:30.
Girl, that's my friend.
Uh-huh.
Dana! Dana!
Anything else happen?
No.
Look at Ezel.
Scandalous.
Damn! Damn!
ls Dana in there?
Yeah. Just go on and knock.
What's your name?
Shana. Excuse me.
Stop!
Don't come over here with that attitude, girl.
What's up, girl?
Nothing. Did you remember to pick up the hair?
Yeah. Daddy wants you again.
Damn!
What he want?
Go see.
Outrun the dog.
Run. Go for the tree, Mr Postman.
Go!
Huh?
Get me a glass of water.
It's your ass, Mr Postman.
I look like the Kunta Kinte around this mother...
Go, go, go, go, go!
Took long enough.
I know.
Alright, man.
I'm going to run over and get you the gun, right?
Then I'm going home to chill.
You wait for them niggers.
Later on, call me and let me know what happened.
You're making me nervous, ok?
I'm trippin' out, scared as shit.
Aah!
Stop!
Alright. Damn!
# Little child, running wild
# Watch awhile
# You'll see he never smiles... #
What car is that?
I don't know.
I don't know who car that is.
Hey, what time is it?
7:45.
Oh, nigger,that's Janet Jackson.
Who?
Janet Jackson -
the girl Debbie hooked me up with.
Hey, hold up. I'll be right back.
Smoke, hey, see if she got a friend.
Alright.
Ooh, what's up?
Not a damn thing.
(Farts)
So we going to kick it, or what?
We can kick it, but I forgot I had to go
pick up my mom from work, and you know how that is.
I'll take you to get her.
She don't like a lot of people with me when I go get her.
Who's that girl Smokey's talking to?
Some girl he hooked up with.
She's a big one.
Humongous.
Why don't you go get something to eat?
Lord, let me go inside
and see what's going on with this crazy man.
I'm right behind you.
Uh-uh, 'cause, see, I ate twice before I came.
God damn!
Craig, where the iron?
Right there.
Hey, Dana.
What?
Loan me $200.
Me and Smokey got into it with Big Worm today.
We owe him $200.
He said if we don't pay him, he going to kill us.
So you going to loan me the money or not?
Not.
You going to call me?
I'm going to call you.
But if you come by, I won't call you. OK?
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever,
ever, ever, ever come by here.
OK?
OK.
Alright.
'Bye, Smokey.
(PHONE RINGS) Ew...
Damn it!
Craig, telephone.
Who is it?
That girl.
Tell her I'll call her back.
OK.
Hey, Mama.
What?
Loan me $200.
Craig, I wouldn't feel comfortable
lending you $200 without a job.
If I was working, I wouldn't need $200.
Exactly.
Y'all ain't never got no money!
I hate to live with a bunch of broke-ass people.
Shit!
Come here!
What?
Why you hook me up with that fat-ass baldhead girl?
Who? Rita? Yeah.
Rita is not fat. She's just big boned.
Shit! That girl wider than all outside.
Talkin' about she looked like Janet Jackson.
Oh, no, she didn't go there.
Bitch got out of the car
looking more like Freddie Jackson.
Don't laugh. it ain't funny.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to laugh.
I just thought that you two would like each other.
You knew she was baldheaded. You knew she had no damn hair.
(Laughs)
Don't laugh. It ain't funny.
Ooh, I'm sorry.
What Deebo doing over here?
He's in there asleep with Felisha.
Felisha fucking Deebo too?
Could you mind your own business?
Where your mama at?
My mama is in Vegas with her boyfriend.
So y'all just parlaying up in here, huh?
Oh, shit. Party over here.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
What? What?
Bye-bye.
You trippin'.
I'm out of here anyway.
Peace out.
Ohh!
Nasty motherfucker.
(Snorts)
(ITEM BREAKS)
Ezel?
Smokey!
What you doing in here?
When YOU doin' in here?
Shh!
I seen the window open, so I said fuck it.
Man, get the hell out of here.
All right, man. Look here, loan me $2.00.
(Knocks on door)
(Laughs)
I'm clowning.
Janet Jackson ass get just a little fat.
Man, forget that.
I almost had the money.
What?
You remember that money we stole from Stanley house?
Yeah.
Deebo was over Felisha and Debbie house asleep.
I snuck through the back window
to get the money out of his pants,
and little Ezel come through the window
and woke him up.
I tried to beat his ass, but he ran.
You ain't catching no crack head.
Forget that, man. Let's just go over.
He's probably still asleep. you breaking in, though.
You going to be with me? I got you man.
(CREAKING)
Damn.
Oh, well. Forget that plan.
What time is it?
8:50.
I'm just going to go in the house
and chill, man.
Oh. Now you're getting scared.
You want to go in the house and lay down?
Hell, no, nobody run me in my house,
like no little bitch.
This my hood. Fuck Worm.
Boo!
Punk!
Y'all busters can't catch me.
(SHOUTING)
Papa!
Do you know what we just did?
We finally got that little motherfucker.
Calm down.
What?
Who car is that coming up creeping?
Drive-by! drive-by!
Get off my ass!
Man, let's go in the house.
Slippin'.
Wish you weren't slippin' today.
(BEEPING)
Shit!
Who was that?
Big Worm.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, um, somebody, uh, page Smokey?
Don't play dumb, nigger. You know who this is.
You got my money?
Man, you don't have to holler, man.
I ain't got it yet, but I'm going to get it...
(DIAL TONE)
What happened?
Man, he just hung up.
I think we better stay in the house.
Damn!
See anything?
Man, I can't see shit.
Too damn many trees all in the way.
I'm going to try again.
Hey, hey, hey!
Dana told me about that big snake situation.
Big Worm.
Big Worm, Big Hole - I don't give a damn.
Get your ass on out of this house!
You always got some shit goin'.
You, you keep your ass here.
Big Snake, Big Worm...
What kind of a name is that?
I bet y'all drinking that wine
and smoking them tweeds,
wearing them clothes all half-off your ass.
What the hell's going on today?
Weeds.
Your punk ass dad. He always talking shit.
Just wait. Well, hold up.
Tell him to comb his goddamn hair.
Like spiders is having a meeting on his head.
I'm about sick of you.
I'm sick of you.
Now I'll walk you home, punk ass.
You see him?
There ain't nobody even out here.
I don't even know why I'm trippin'.
Nobody want to mess with the smoke dog.
(Barks)
Man, who's that?
# It ain't the niggers that act hard... #
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
Quick!
You don't know who you're messing with!
Aah!
Damn!
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Hey, hey, hey.
Look and see if they're coming.
Hell, no. You look.
We both look on the count of 3.
1, 2, 3!
Craig, thought you said on 3.
You ain't bullshittin' me?
1, 2, 3!
Craig, what the fuck you...
You see them?
Yeah, they coming, man.
I ain't never going to smoke weed again.
Craig, I love you, man.
Shut up. Let me go!
(Whimpers)
Shut up, man.
I shot one of them. I know I shot one of them.
Hey, hey, look again.
Fuck you.
Stanley! Stanley! What's going on?
I don't know. It sounded like machine guns.
Oh, Lord.
Mama, where Craig at?
I don't know.
There's Joann. Go ask her if she's seen them.
Sounded like a bomb.
Joann, you seen Craig and Smokey in there?
I thought they were over there.
Deebo, you seen Craig and Smokey around here?
Earlier.
Damn.
What she say?
She ain't seen him, and Deebo ain't seen him.
MRS JONES: See why you have to tell us before you leave?
Look at your face!
It'll be OK. No, look at your face.
Who do you think you are?
What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about, punk.
You hit my sister like she was a fucking man.
She had no business going through my pants.
My sister don't need to steal nothing
from your broke ass.
Take your ass home.
I'm not scared of you.
All these niggers around here
might be scared of you, but I'm not.
You take your ass home.
No, fuck you.
You're lucky I'm not a man.
Otherwise l'd kick your ass myself.
Shut up!
Deebo, man, you trippin'.
What you say, little nigger?
Man, that's a female.
Shut your little punk ass up, nigger,
before I drop you like I did this bitch.
Man, I ain't trying to fight you, Deebo.
Ezel.
You want to fight me
'cause you ain't nothin' but a bitch too.
What are you going to do with that...
..besides make me mad?
Put the gun down, son.
DEEBO: Huh?
Put the gun down, son.
Yeah. Put that gun down, son,
and get knocked down like your father used to.
(GUNSHOT)
This was all the protection we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live...
You live to fight another day.
You think you're a man
with that gun in your hand, don't you?
I'm a man without it.
(ECHOING)
Yeah.
Put that gun down, son.
And get knocked down like your father used to.
Give me the gun, son.
Craig.
Give me...give me the gun.
Give me the gun, son.
(Laughs)
That's all you got?
Drop him, Craig! Craig! Craig!
Craig! Aw, shit!
Get up, Craig! Get up, Craig!
Oh, shit! God!
God damn.
Uh-uh!
No, no, no, come on, baby! Let him be a man.
Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Yeah!
Shoot him.
See, he's not fighting fair!
Uh-uh!
I been down before. I been down before.
I taught him better than this.
Come on, Craig!
Told y'all! Y'all want some?
Beat him down! Beat you down!
Who else want some?
Who else want some of Deebo?
DANA: Craig, get up!
MR JONES: Get up, Craig!
Come on, Craig!
Stand up, Craig! Stand up!
There you go!
Hey, punk!
Yes, Mr Big Shot.
Fucking... Yeah, crawl, punk!
Crawl, bitch!
Whoop him, Craig! Whoop his ass!
Ooh, that's what I'm talking about!
That's my dog!
Take that.
That's my dog!
Ain't that right, Ma?
That's my dog! Mr Parker!
That's my dog!
Cutie pie.
If anybody got to say anything, you let me know.
That's my dog.
You OK?
Yeah.
Craig.
No, no, cupcake. Leave him alone.
Let him be a man.
I taught him good, didn't I?
Now who's the punk?
He think he a mack. Macaroni.
You got knocked the fuck out, man.
Give me my goddamn money.
The payback's a motherfucker, ain't it?
Pow, pow, pow.
Shana, come on.
Come on, Mama.
My grandmama gave me this chain.
Deebo! Deebo!
Man, you should have been bobbing and weaving.
Look at you. Get up!
Since you ain't, I'll take these shoes.
Big foot motherfucker, you can have your knife.
'Cause I steal, I don't kill.
How's your back feeling?
It'll be cool.
Bleeding and shit.
What time you waking up in the morning?
8:30. Why?
I was just wondering
if maybe you were feeling better,
then, um, you could come over.
I'm feeling better already.
I'm going to call you tomorrow.
Alright.
8:30, right?
Yes.
Hey...7:30.
(Laughs)
That's right.
(PHONE RINGS)
CRAIG: Hello?
JOI: Why you can't call nobody back?
Which one of your hos
has somebody shooting at you?
I don't know why I waste my time
on your old stupid ass anyway.
I don't know either.
It's over. Bitch!
(DIAL TONE)
Yeah, I got your money,
and I don't appreciate
you sending your punk ass,buster ass, jheri curl ass friends
to shoot at me and my homie.
They liked to got dealt with.
Don't be calling here like you some straight up "g",
'cause I'll cut your balls off
and hand them to you, partner.
I had to warn you too many times about my money, Smokey.
It's the principle of the whole thing.
There's principalities in this.
Well, yeah. I got your money anyway,
and you sell that shit yourself next time
'cause I'm going to rehab.
I'm through with this shit.
I was just bullshittin', and you know this, man.
RAP SONG: # You know it ain't no stopping
# All the dogs I'm dropping
# It's Friday night, so everything is popping
# I got spin that's been on the head
# So let the games begin
# Yakety yak, don't talk back, go to a song
# Calling up earl on the car phone
# Mac 10 just got out of court
# Roaming through the hood in a super sport
# Bumper too short
# 18's got the rear view mirror's vibrating
# And deep dish dating
# You know how we do it, ain't nothing to it
# But the floss of the crowd, Harris & Ross
# 'Cause if you fuck with ours, we leave scars
# On a "g" right course, living like stars
# Might hit the highway on the Vegas run
# Fool, 'cause it's Friday
# Oh, yeah, throw your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Standing outside on the Friday
# Living on the edge
# 'Cause we all got them hard heads
# It seems like we all away
# For the drive-by, playing tag with Satan
# But we chillin', yeah, we ready and willin'
# You hear about the latest west side killing?
# But we slippin', say trippin'
# For dipping, pistol gripping, never slipping
# Big g's trying to hang out
# But old "g" said, take your little ass in the house
# My big homie just got out
# Used to be damned, now we just crack dead
# He's about as hard as Darth Vader
# In his sweatshirt, khakis, and chuck taylors
# Just seen them in the driveway
# Getting beat like a smoker, fool, 'cause it's Friday
# Oh, yeah, throw your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care, fool
# Why must I be like that and chase the cat?
# Or settle for a hood rack?
# Do be brave
# No dreadlocks flying in and out of town
# With half a chicken and a cock
# And I love her
# 'Cause she dared to fuck around
# With the underground
# Pussy hound, and her ass is big, round, and wide
# Jacked up, making niggers down the rye
# Smoking in dope, playing that super Nintendo
# Hear a rat-a-tat on my window
# There goes that pelvic thrust
# Don't trust a rubber, 'cause it's bound to bust
# In the oven, in the nappy
# I had on 2, so I was happy
# 'Cause that HIV will make your dick hang sideways
# And that ain't cool, fool, 'cause it's Friday
# Throw your neighbourhood in the air, if you don't care
# Oh, yeah, throw your neighbourhood in the air
# If you don't care. #
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