Baby Boy Page #6

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Open the door. If this food gets cold,|I'm gonna be mad.

Since you're being honest,|just be real. Did you?

If you want me to, yes, I did.

What do you mean, if I want you to?|No, I don't want you to! Did you?

Oh, my God. You did.

-Why, Jody?|-I didn't. I was playing with you.

-Not with that b*tch!|-I f***ed others. Not her.

-With someone at my job?|-No. I wouldn't do that to you.

That's breaking the code.|I wouldn't do that.

-Staring at me and sh*t--|-Why you so fired up?

You gave those b*tches at my job|a reason to laugh at me!

Calm down before I come slap you.

You ain't doing sh*t!

Why you insecure?|Nobody's laughing at you.

They're probably jealous|you got a man who loves you.

Don't be so insecure.|I can't stand it.

If I'm insecure, it's because|you made me this way!

All you think about is yourself!

Out of all people, why'd you have|to f*** that girl? Damn!

-I told you I didn't!|-You're a liar!

-I'm out of here.|-You ain't leaving.

-Get out of the way.|-Stay here! I'm sick of your sh*t!

Don't put your hands on me!|Are you f***ing crazy?

Shut up!

Are you crazy?

I'm sick of your cheating on me, Jody!

You make me sick! You're full of sh*t!

I told you to stop hitting me!

Oh, sh*t, Yvette.

Come on. Get up, baby.

Get the f*** off of me, Jody!

Baby, I'm sorry.

You hit me!

Yvette, come on. Get up. Get up, baby.

-Get your hands off me!|-Stop it.

I love you, girl.

Get off me, Jody!

You lied, Jody.|You said you'd never hit me.

I'm sorry.

You lied....

I hate you, Jody.

Why are you doing this?

Baby, why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

I promised.

It was my fault.

I'll make it up to you.

I'll make you feel good.

Jody!

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I'm Popeye the sailor man!

-Who are you?|-Who am I?

-Who am I?|-That's what I said.

Popeye, you ain't gonna do nothing.

Son of a b*tch!

Someone stole my damn car!

Son of a b*tch. Mama!

Yvette. Hi, baby.

Baby, don't be mad at me.|It ain't my fault. I love you.

I'm listening.

Some Mexican stole your car.

What? Jody--

You hear?

I hear you.

You got that tracking thing on?

Cool. We'll find it in 30 minutes.|Call the po-pos.

-I ain't doing that.|-Why?

I know who stole my car.

Who? Tell me|and I'll get it back for you.

I stole my car, Jody.

Jody, where you rolling?

Y'all watch my bike, homies.

Open the door, Yvette!

Go away!

I'm sorry I hit you, okay?|You blacked my eye too.

What about me? Why are you mad?

-When will you grow up?|-What? I am grown!

No, for real, Jody.

When will you realize|you had something really good?

I take a lot of sh*t from you|because I love you.

Baby, I understand.

I understand, okay?|Please open the door.

Let's discuss this inside.

I won't be selfish no more.|I won't f*** other girls.

I'll be good, I promise. You hear me?

You don't mean it. You're just running|your mouth, like you always do.

You don't mean that sh*t!

Open this motherfucking door!

-Why'd you steal my car?|-Your car?!

Yeah! If not, give me back|the Daytons I put on.

The tinted windows I paid for.

The money I put into the engine|and the brakes!

-Open this door!|-Jody, don't do this!

Daddy!

No, Joe-Joe. Come here.

-I want to see my daddy!|-I want to see my son!

I'm gonna call the police!

My son wants to see me!|Why are you keeping me from my son?

-Stop kicking the damn door!|-Jody, please go away.

-Your neighbor's snooping!|-Go, before I get put out!

-F*** you, Yvette.|-Me? After all the sh*t I put up with?

F*** me?! F*** you!

All right.|You remember this sh*t, girl.

That's f***ed up.|I can't believe this sh*t.

You okay?

Hey, Jody. Come here.

Come dance with me.|What's that thing y'all do?

The C-walk? I got it. Look.

That's it. Look, Jody.|Come on, Jody!

She don't understand|how much I love her ass, Mama.

I mean, I cheat.|I do what I do, but I'm good.

I'm good to her ass.

I take her back and forth to work,|I fix the car when it breaks...

...l give her money|for the phone bill and groceries.

I even rub her feet sometime!|She say I'm selfish.

Ever see it from her point of view?|What if you was Yvette and she was you?

What if she f***ed around on you...

...took your car and left you|at home all day with a baby?

-You're taking her side.|-Hold it.

All I'm saying is|you may be a little selfish.

Jody.

Look at me. You have got|to think of her as a woman.

What if someone did all the sh*t|you do to Yvette to me?

Your daddy used to do|the same sh*t you're doing now.

I just know how Yvette feels.

Yvette loves you. She just feels hurt.

A woman gets tired of a man|after a while...

...if she feels used|and unappreciated.

Believe me, as much as you're|thinking about Yvette...

...she's thinking about you too.

Stop telling girls you want|a baby while you're doing it.

They believe your lying ass.

I fell for the same sh*t|when I was their age.

Yvette.

You know you love this sh*t.

No, you love this sh*t.

You bet I do.|I love that big ass, girl.

Yeah. For sure.

Please believe that.

Hey, girl.

What you doing?

Are you on the damn phone again?|Get off the phone.

What's that noise? You okay?

That's Chris. Nigga is trippin'.|We've been drinking thug passion.

Get off the phone! Bumping your gums,|talking to hos.

You made up with that nigga Jody yet?

I ain't thinking about him.

Yeah, right.|Jody know that's his p*ssy.

-I won't put up with it no more.|-Am I invisible?

I feel you.

-Hello! Lights on. Anyone home?|-I definitely feel you.

Hang up and come here so I can|drop it in your drawers. Damn!

These niggas trip when they think|they own you. You need to check him.

You need to check these nuts.

Shut the f*** up!|You see I'm on the damn phone!

-Shut your motherfucking ass!|-F*** them hos!

Always talking to them b*tches about|they niggas. Attend to your nigga.

Jody crossed my last nerve.|I can't put up with it no more.

-You know what I'm saying?|-I know.

Who the f*** are you talking to?

Who is that?

I thought about|getting back together...

...but I gots to teach him a lesson,|know what I mean?

Girl, I ain't gonna lie.|I miss his ass like sh*t.

I love him to death...

...but I can't have nobody act like|they own me, even my baby's daddy.

You feel me, girl?

I feel you. I feel you.

I gotta go.

Jody. I knew that nigga|would get his sh*t together.

Oh, sh*t.

What's happening, baby? I'm home.

What you got to eat in this|motherf***er? I'm hungry as f***.

You know how I get down.|One Aliz a day. $1 5.1 5 exactly.

A cup? You think I'm gonna|drink in front of the store?

Throw your ass off|my motherfucking bike, nigga!

What up, cuz?|This all the Aliz you got?

We got Aliz.

You niggas don't want to see me.

I'm Looney Toon.

-You know who you f***ing with?|-So? Do something!

Nobody want your punk-ass bike, cuz.

Pea! Pea!

Pea, get out here! What happened?

-Sh*t! Nigga, what happened?|-I got jumped.

-By who?|-Some little niggas.

By little niggas?! Get my gun!

Is that the niggas there?

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