Baby Boy Page #5

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I think I'll plant|some summer squash next year.

-Jody, we got to stop this.|-What?

Every time I come out,|you go in the house.

Nobody's thinking about you, bruh.

This is where I relax.|Take that noise somewhere else.

Every time I come out to work|in the garden, he goes in the house.

Give me some wine.

Seven, winner.

Baby, be sweet.

Eleven, winner. Seven, eleven.|That's all I'm rolling.

How come you ain't|brought your kids around?

Don't you got a son, 1 7,|named Duquan?

And a little girl about 5 named Maya?

-You tell my mama about them?|-She know.

Why ain't you brought them around?

You ashamed of them?

They ugly like you?

I don't get along too well|with my babies' mamas.

-I'm sure you understand.|-No, I don't.

I'm cool with both my babies' mamas.

-We'll see how long that lasts.|-Long as I want it to.

But we're talking about you, not me.

I talked to your son the other day.

I heard you say his name|when y'all old niggas was here...

...playing cards.

He live five minutes from here,|in Inglewood.

I drove to Morningside High School|and asked him about you.

He didn't have sh*t to say about you|'cause you whipped his mama's ass.

What do you think about that?

You gonna beat my mama?

No. I think you know better|than that, don't you?

You want to walk around here with your|chest out, saying you a real man.

Know why I don't like you|around my mama?

'Cause you foul.

You're a dirty motherf***er, Melvin.

Don't think I'll let you|get it in her head...

...to kick me out like|the last nigga did my brother.

'Cause I ain't having it, bruh.

No way, no how.

Ah, youngster.

You get your ass out of here.

Mama!

Yeah, that's right.|Call for your mama.

I stayed off you|out of respect for her.

If not for your mama, I'd have broke|your little ass down long ago.

"Jody? Little Jody?"

Know what I see when I look in your|eyes? A scared little b*tch.

That's what I see.

If we was on lock-down,|I'd make you get on your knees.

Twenty years. Let's see|where you be 20 years from now.

Melvin?

What y'all doing?

Nothing.

Can you go get me some cigarettes?

-Maybe some beer. What you doing?|-You're so sweet.

Watch your hands.

Hurry back, okay?

Want anything from the store?

What's up, Jody?

The candles smell good.

Aromatherapy.

You smoke?

No. I don't mess with that.

So you and Yvette got a baby?|Where y'all stay at?

We don't live together.

You ain't gotta lie.|I know y'all live together.

You drop her off|and pick her up every day.

That's just what we do.|I don't want to discuss 'Vette.

We don't need to talk.|I just want some dick.

Why you want to f*** me?|To make my girl mad?

-That what you want to do?|-No!

It ain't like that.

I just think you're cute.|I mean, I see you all the time.

When we was in the parking lot...

...l thought we was feeling|each other.

Was I wrong?

Yeah, I was feeling you.

But I ain't feeling this. I'm out.

Jody, come on. Don't be like that.

This is just between us.

I see how you look|when you come around.

You saying you don't want to hit this?

Come over here and get this p*ssy.

I don't need to go there with you.

Yvette.

Besides, I ain't got no condoms.

No way.

Somebody don't want to leave.

Oh, f***!

What are you doing, girl?

I can't do this.

Oh, sh*t.

I know you want this.

I can't do this.

I promise it'll be good.

No, this sh*t is foul.|It's foul. This sh*t's wrong!

Get off me. I can't f*** you.|My girl finds out...

...she'll kill me.|I love her too much.

So you a little b*tch?|Your girl tells you what to do?

I told you it was a trick.

Hood rat.

I don't need you! I can get|dick any time I want! You want this!

No, you want this.|You lucky I let you taste it.

This Daddy Dick belongs to Yvette.

Not from what I hear, you ho!

F*** you!

You don't know how|to suck dick anyway.

Why is that b*tch staring?

I don't know,|but she about to get slapped.

F*** you.

No.

How come you ain't waving|at her today?

I ain't thinking about her.

She was staring at me today.|She was about to catch a beat-down.

I think she's a lesbian for real.

She want your sweet stuff.|Do some carpet munching.

Sh*t! She better get back.

-All around the world.|-Stop! Nasty!

-You cooking tonight?|-No.

-Lazy ass.|-Whatever.

Let's go to Lucy's then.

-Cheese enchiladas.|-Strawberry shake.

I got it.

No, I got it.

-No, I got it.|-I got it.

All right, then. Have it.

Let me get two steak tacos...

...a chicken burrito|and two strawberry shakes.

That'll be $11.89.

I'm starving. Hungry as hell.

What's this?

Condoms. How'd you get that?

Don't flip this.|What's it doing in my car?

-Hello!|-Can I get the food?

I can't believe I fell for that sh*t|you said the other night.

How you're gonna do right|by me and Joe-Joe.

How you won't cheat...

...not gonna hurt me,|keep breaking my heart.

What was all that?

-Writing on the money.|-Give me that!

This is bullshit. Get the food!

Thank you so much.

"Thank you so much." You being funny?

"Trojan. Very Sensitive. Lubricated.

America's No. 1 Condom."|At least you went all out.

All I get is a trip to the clinic.|Give me my shake!

So who was you f***ing?

Don't lie. You been f***ing|somebody in my car, Jody?

No.

I don't know.

You don't know?

You mean you don't remember|who you were with?

You been with that many girls?

I'm tired of you f***ing around.|Damn, I want to see other niggas!

That's right.|They be asking me out too.

But, no. I'm here,|sticking to your ass!

-All right. Go out, then.|-Whatever.

Who did you f*** with these condoms?

I'm not stupid. This is a|three-pack and there's one left.

Tell me the truth!

We're grown. We ain't kids. Be real.

Be a man for once in your life.

You still f***ing Peanut?

I know you're still f***ing Peanut.

I figured that much.

I ain't even mad at you,|'cause I already knew that.

Did you f*** her|with these condoms in my car?

No, you didn't f*** her|in my car. Did you?

No.

Are we picking up Joe-Joe?

He's fine. Take me home.|We gonna finish this.

Jody, I know you love me.

I also know you f*** other girls.|I don't like it, but I know you.

So just be real with me.

Will you be honest?

If you can take it.|You're starting to get on my nerves.

I'm getting on your nerves?|You're the one f***ing around.

You get with any of them|clients of yours?

A few.

Feel better now? I love you, girl.

You got my son and|you'll probably be my wife.

-You want me to be honest?|-Yeah, I do.

You're my woman.|Them other hos is tricks.

I want to be with you,|but I f*** other girls occasionally.

I don't know why, I just do.|That's it.

You feel better now? There's|honesty for you. Deal with it.

I love you enough to be honest.

If you loved me, you wouldn't|lie to me all the time.

Move!

Hold on. You got it all twisted up!

I lie 'cause I love you. Being|honest means I don't give a f***.

Out on the street, I tell the hos the|truth. I lie to you because I care.

It's obvious|you can't handle the truth.

You f*** Pandora?

Why-- Come on, Yvette.

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