Baby Boy Page #3

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But why he do the things he do,|Miss Juanita? You must know.

I don 't know what to do.|I love him, but how much can I take?

I can't believe this!

I told you, I won't be|in y'all's business.

What's between you and Jody|is you and Jody.

What do I do with his selfish ass?

He got me and his son walking|while he rolling in my car.

The car I'm paying the note on.|Man, I feel so stupid.

You ain't stupid, Yvette.

You're just in love with a man.

When you in love with a man,|he can make you feel high.

So high you just be in outer space.

But he can also make you feel low.

Real low. And he can keep you there.

Keep you down.

If you let him.

But don't even worry about feeling|used. It's just temporary.

We all get used.|Men use women, women use men.

Just accept that you'll be used.

But if you feel so used|that you got nothing left...

...if the man ain't giving you|the energy you need to love him...

...even when he's acting|like a bastard, you need to let go.

If you ain't got nothing to give|yourself or your baby...

...you won't have it to give to him.

Good boy. Now the corn.

Did you finish the tomatoes?|There you go.

Thattaboy. A little more water|on the greens.

Hi, Juanita. Where's my baby?

Hey, Mama.

Bring my grandbaby here|so I can kiss her goodbye.

Bye, sweetness.

Be a good girl.

Ooh, Melvin!

Oh, baby.

-You gonna give me a cavity.|-Oh, yes, baby. Melvin!

Okay, circles. Around and around.

Take it, take it. You ride.

I love to ride!

It's the African squat f***.|The old n*gger squat f***.

Squat, baby. Squat, baby.

Can y'all keep it down?|People are trying to sleep!

Let me down, baby.

F***!

--and that she was impressed.|Broke her off.

Made her feel good.

Now I got myself a regular customer.

What the hell is he looking at?

Trying to psych me out, talking about|being a killer. Old-school nigga.

He don't want us to have|to put heat on his ass, do he?

Want me to take him out?

Let the nigga breathe.

He make my mama unhappy, we make|his ass bleed. On the real.

Make him feel the steel.|Long as she happy, he got his life.

Won't be no strife.

And I hope his ass hear me too.

I hear you.

You know your problem?

You think you know everything,|but you don't know sh*t.

I see you got a little business|going. Well, that's good.

You make that paper.

But when you making paper,|there's rules that go with it.

You gotta learn the difference|between guns and butter.

There are two types of niggas. Those|with guns, and those with butter.

What are the guns?|That's the real estate.

The stocks and bonds. Art work.

Sh*t that appreciates in value.

What's the butter?

Cars, clothes, all the other bullshit|that don't mean sh*t later.

That's what it's all about.|Guns and butter.

You little dumb motherfuckers.

See what I'm sayin', cuz?

This nigga doing this sh*t|every night.

What?

Why can't you just|sit still and relax?

Don't complain.|You left me here all weekend!

Don't complain.|You left me here all weekend!

Why can't you sit still?

That's what divides us|as a people. No focus.

Why don't you sit down and focus?|Watch some PBS or something.

You so full of sh*t.|So f***ing selfish.

What's this old pizza?

Since you're starting sh*t,|where you been since yesterday?

Slinging dresses, making money.

Got the brakes fixed.|What you been doing?

-You been f***ing around?|-Nope.

Let me smell your dick.

Go on with that.

If you ain't been whoring around,|let me smell your dick. I can tell.

Go on.

I ain't playing with you. Move!|I'll knock your ass out.

See? My sh*t smells good, don't it?

See what? You probably washed it off.

I'm tired of you messing around on me.

I know you and Sweetpea was out|doing me wrong.

I didn't do nothing.

You gonna sit there with|a straight face and say that?

I didn't do nothing.|I was over at Kim's, playing spades.

You're a liar!|You went to that after-hours spot.

Some nasty heifer was|shaking her ass in your face...

...then you went to a private room|with the b*tch...

...and did I don't know what!

I know 'cause Chris was there.|Sharika's Chris? He saw you.

You busted.|It's all on your grill, stupid.

All right.

I was there. But I didn't f***.

She just danced for me, that's all.

-Did you touch her?|-Hell, no. That nasty girl?

We can't touch them anyway.|It's against the rules.

Private dance, that's all.|Just a quick lap dance.

You don't believe me?|It's the truth. I didn't f***!

It was a private dance, in the corner.|I didn't do sh*t.

You must take me|for some kind of fool.

You foul. I smell|your dirty ass from here.

Why you got to be around|them nasty girls?

They do that sh*t every night, dummy.

You know how many d*cks|they suck every night?

And you go down there like|the rest of them fools!

You better not bring me nothing|from them b*tches.

F*** it then! Don't believe me.

I said I didn't f*** that girl.|Stop putting your hands on me.

Where you going?!

I hate you!|You're selfish, arrogant and stupid!

-Whatever.|-I don't need you!

I'm tired of sitting here,|not having a man with me.

Being lonely. I'm gonna do|what the f*** I wanna do.

What are you gonna do?

I said I'm tired of waiting|for your ass. I hate you.

I'm gonna have me a man.

A man who wants to be with me|and my baby...

...and have a family.|A real man, Jody.

Not some little boy, still living|at home with his mama.

F*** you! Kiss my ass!

Go out on the streets and be a trick.|I should knock you the f*** out.

You better not, or I'll call your|probation officer...

...and they'll put you|back in jail! Now....

Kiss my ass, nigga!

You better walk away. I hate you!|You so stupid!

You hate me? Keep on saying that sh*t.

That's right. I hate your ass.

You make me sick.|I can't stand your black ass!

You act like a little boy|instead of a grown man.

I hate you!

You know what? I hate your ass too.|Do something.

Give me my keys. You ain't going--

Get off me! There you go,|coming downstairs...

...showing off before the neighbors.

-F*** them! I hate you!|-I hate you too!

I love you! I love you so much!

I love you too. I ain't going nowhere.

-You feel him?|-Yes, I feel him.

You feel him?

Oh, my God, I feel him! He big!

-What do you feel?|-Daddy Dick.

-You love Daddy Dick?|-I love him.

-You say it.|-I love Daddy Dick.

You gonna clean all that mess up?

-I'll clean up!|-You gonna cook some tacos?

My God! I'm about to come.|I'm gonna come!

Yes, I'll make the tacos!

Oh, my God....

I could bite you right now.

Damn, boy. Sh*t!

Now what?

That's the beat-it-up-white dance.

You are so stupid.

I was over there to the right.|Did you feel me?

-I see you ain't going nowhere.|-That's 'cause I'm sprung.

So you're gonna clean up that mess|and make tacos, right?

I'm gonna cook and clean.|You put it down.

I'll feed you, you big old monster.|I love you, boy.

I love you too.

-Bring that chocolate here.|-I'm on my way.

Come here. Just make sure|you can handle me.

You trying to go for round two?

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