Biker Boyz Page #2

Mm-mm.

Uh-uh.

You know how I do...|I got to brand my women.

- Uh-uh.|- Right on their ass.

Yo, what's up, Donny?

Who the hell are you?

Yo, yo, yo...

...that's Slick|Will's son.

Okay. Wassup?

You too big to|pay respects, Kid?

How you doing,|Queenie?

I'm a'ight.

How you doing?

Guess I'm all right.

Yo, I thought|you might...

...want to know... Some drunk fool...

...calling you out.

That fool?

I beat him last week|for 200 bucks.

Oh, you know, man,|he talking about 500

...and your lid.

What?

You set that up, for real.

So what the hell|you doing?

Getting ready to race you.

Without a lid?

You're not just drunk,|you crazy.

Just consider it a reminder|in case you glance at me.

Reminder of what?

That your lid's|about to become mine.

Yeah, right!

What's happening?|Girl, what's happening now?

Whoa, lookit,|the queen has came out.

Hey, Queenie,|you up next?

Donny!

What's happening, T.J.?

Got us|a race here, huh?

Oh, yeah.|We about to get...

...into this boy ass|right here.

Whoa.

Where'd you get your bike, boy?|Off eBay?

Good luck to you.

Hey, how you doing?

Yeah!

Kick some ass.

Keep the wheels down, boys.

Hey, doll, wassup?|Wassup, wassup?

Kid!

I don't know|what the hell...

...your fool ass|was trying to prove...

...but whatever it was,|you proved it.

I- I think I just won.

Yeah, you did.

Fill it up.

You get any|of my messages?

I've been kind of busy.

Talk to you|for a second?

I see you got your bike|running kind of right.

Oh, you think?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Sh*t.

I'm almost impressed, Kid.

You could've got hurt|real bad out there, man.

I could've got hurt|getting out of the bed.

True that, but we|got rules on the set.

You can't just roll|up through here...

...with no colors on,|pulling tricks, man.

People cutting you|some slack...

'cause of your old man,|I'm tellin' ya.

Look, Kid, if you don't want|any problems, a'ight...

What? You act like you're|about to do something.

Oh, I forgot.

I'm supposed to jump|when you say "jump"?

I'm not my father,|all right?

And what's that|supposed to mean?

It means I'm not|kissing your ass...

...the way he did.

Before he died...

...he said I should wish|to be as good as you are.

Well, he was wrong...

'cause I'm better.

Now would be a good time|for you to get on your bike...

...and take your ass home.

I can't do that, Smoke.

I'm calling your ass out!

Figured you'd b*tch up.

One race...

...and you talking sh*t? Hmm?

You want a piece of me,|Kid? Huh?

You want a piece of me?

Get you some colors...

...you win you|some legit races...

...and then,|maybe you'll get your shot.

When you step to me, Kid,|you better come correct.

Hey, Smoke.

Why don't you let me|handle this?

Some happy boy|comes through...

...messing up one of my events,|we got ways of dealing with him.

It's all right, T.J.

Kid was just|breaking out, y'all.

Ain't that right, Kid?

Oh, no doubt.

Come on, baby.

T.All right.

Let's get back to partying.

Drinks on the house|for another hour.

If you were gonna pull|some sh*t like that...

...you could've let|a brother know.

Hey, man, it just happened.

No, no!

Racing against|me doesn't...

...just happen... No, man, that's...|I mean...

We got paid, man.

What can I get you?

I'll have a Coke.

Anything else?

Yeah, I'll take a Coke|myself, sweetheart...

...and a cheeseburger.

I'm starving, yo!

Wassup, Kid?

So, how you been,|Stuntman?

Who are you?

Oh, my name's Primo.

Dawgs, that was some gansta-ass|riding you did tonight, man!

Though I wonder|what Donny would think...

...if he knew the white boy|was your friend.

We ain't friends.

Oh, no?

Nah, we just like to|eat at the same place.

It's a|coincidence.

You know,|that's funny...

'cause I know a little something|about coincidences.

Is that so?

Yeah. You'll|like this one.

Two months ago, some|brother rolls through...

Los Vaqueros' annual|dance in Oaktown.

It's not unusual|for a black guy...

...to roll through|every now and then...

...but what is unusual...

...is for this black guy|to tell Los Vaqueros...

...that a drunk white|boy wants to race?

One who races|with no lid.

Man.

See, the guy who the white boy|happened to beat was my cousin.

That's a|coincidence.

Yeah, it is|a coincidence.

Look, man, y'all worked|y'all's game in Northern Cali...

...and now you're gonna|squeeze out L.A...

...and I'm saying,|do your thing.

I feel that.

But I think y'all a little|too close to home, man...

...to be using|that same-ass M.O.

Thank you for|the advice, Primer...

...or Primo, whatever.

Look, man, if you had|a third guy, for example...

...and ran a totally|different hustle...

Oh, oh.

...it'd keep people|off your ass.

I mean, sh*t,|all anyone has to do...

...is figure out where|the annual dance is...

...and there you are.

Look, man,|we're not hustling no more.

Really?

Really.

We're going legit.

We are?

You're going after|Smoke's crown, aren't you?

Oh, yeah, that's|what we're doing.

C- Can you tell this guy|he's crazy...

...so we can eat|in peace?

Yeah, tell me I'm crazy, Kid.

Tell me I'm crazy.

Look, man...

Smoke doesn't have|to chase any more wallets.

He's got the crown.

He's the King of Cali.

Yeah, and...

And he told me|to step to him correctly...

...so that's what|I'm doing.

I'm stepping|to him correctly.

Yeah, but the|only damn way...

...to step to|him correctly...

...is to join one of|the clubs on set.

Actually, actually, actually...

...actually...|there's another way.

We could start our own club.

"We"? "We"?

Yeah.

Yo, it takes three|to be official...

...and think about|how much money we can make...

...if we joined up together.

A lot more than $500|a race, believe me.

Well, believe this.

We can always find|a third head.

That's true, but you're|not gonna find nobody...

...as fast as me, Kid.

Come on, baby.

Well, maybe|if you can keep up...

...then we have something|we can talk about.

Keep up.

Hey, oh, nah...

Step up or|step off, son.

Step up or step off.|Step up or step off.

Yo, Stunt, let's show him|how to do it, baby.

Oh!

Come on, Primo!

You got blocks!|Keep up, son!

Come on, baby, let's go now!

Whoo!

Whoo!

My name's Primo.

You ain't gonna forget|that name.

What you think, Kid?

He got skills.

Way to step|up, son!

Ha, ha! Come on.

Yeah.

Hey, man!

- Whoo!|- Ow!

Ow.

Baby-girl, now you got|to make sure...

...that the, uh, "D"|is nice and straight.

Oh!

I mean, it's looking|a little crooked right here.

Wood? Move.

What? I'm saying|you got to...

Move!

All right.|Look, here.

Hurry up.

I got to get back|to the shop, you know?

I'm still on|the clock.

Hey, sweetie,|I told you my sister...

...was a pro, right?

Uh-huh.

She's gonna take care|of you. Mmm! Mmm.

Oh, baby?

Hmm?

You're gonna put my name|on yours, too, right?

What?

Well...

Uh, yeah, baby-boo.

I got you.|You know.

It hurts?

Yeah.

You can take|the pain.

You say you|like the look.

Wow. What's up, baby?

How did you?...

What-what in the hell|are you doing here?

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