Boyz n the Hood Page #3

these people back here.

There you go!

Want to learn how to barbecue? Huh?

You're not watching this meat.

You just standing here poking at it.

- Give him to me, Ricky.

- Shanice, I got him.

Go on back to your friends.

- He's wet. That's why he's crying.

- He ain't wet. Now, go on back.

- Okay.

- Listen, I'm sorry. Come here.

See? That's how y'all got that one.

Ricky, you make sure

she taking them pills.

I don't want a bunch of these around.

I'll be the one

taking care of them.

- I'll put him to bed.

- Go on to Grandma.

It's all right. All right,

okay, shut up, come on.

And flip that meat over.

I'm winning.

Domino, motherfuckers.

What you say about that?

Fool, that ain't sh*t.

I beat your ass three times already.

That's just once.

Let's play again.

F*** that, I don't want to play no more.

Let's bust some spades.

- Yeah, I'm with that.

- Bust some spades?

Cool.

- Know how to play spades, Dook?

- Something like that.

I have something to suck on.

Here, cut that, G.

I want one of them hootchies

over there.

Dooky, you full of sh*t. No b*tch

gonna give your ugly ass no p*ssy.

I bet I get more p*ssy than you.

Yeah.

You get dopehead p*ssy.

I get more p*ssy than your

wannabe mack-daddy ass...

- Who you calling wannabe mack daddy?

- You, nigga!

No-p*ssy-getting motherf***er!

F***ing them dopeheads,

you stupid-ass nigga.

You don't know what I be getting.

Don't be f***ing no dopeheads.

I let them suck my dick,

but I don't f*** them.

They got AIDS and sh*t.

You can catch that sh*t from letting

them suck on your dick too.

Thank you.

But I ain't sick.

I ain't all skinny and sh*t.

What you mean, you ain't skinny?

Motherf***er's skinny enough to

hula-hoop through a Cheerio.

You ain't got to be skinny or sick.

You could die in five years from it.

- Mark ass.

- Y'all trying to scare me.

Can you really get it from

letting them suck it?

Mark.

Tre? How you doing, baby?

- Fine.

- Good, you just in time for the food.

I'm bringing out

the rest of the things.

Potato salad. You name it, we got it.

- Everybody's here, so have a good time.

- Okay.

Oh, and Tre? Baby, do me a favour.

Talk to Darin for me.

Talk to him seriously, you hear?

I am so sick and tired of him

going in and out of there.

Maybe some of what you got

will rub off on him.

Okay.

What's up, Dough?

Oh, sh*t! What up, G?

Tre, love in effect.

Yo, what's up, Tre?

- What's up, Chris?

- Heard you're like Mr. GQ Smooth now.

- Working over at the Fox Hills Mall.

- I get discounts on clothes, you like?

You look like you selling rocks.

- Tre, you be slinging that sh*t?

- No, I don't be doing that sh*t.

Couldn't anyway.

Pops'd kick your ass.

You know, I'm out of the pen now.

Trying to keep my ass out this time.

- That's what we here to celebrate.

- Yeah.

Damn, brother, how did you get so big?

Pumping iron and eating, man.

Nothing else to do in

the motherfucking pen.

Three hots and a cot,

know what I'm saying?

Rest of the time I was

reading and writing my girl.

- Reading?

- Yeah, motherf***er.

I ain't no criminal.

I can read, b*tch.

Who is that, Shanice?

That's Tre, Ricky's best friend.

He was best friends with Doughboy

when they was little.

They be trying to act

like they brothers.

Girl, he is fine!

I'd like to rush that!

- He go to Washington?

- He go to Crenshaw.

I seen him before.

He work at the Fox Hills Mall.

Do he got a girlfriend?

Yes.

Jamaica, girl, I was scoping

on this ho's man.

He fine, anyway. You better watch

his ass. Somebody might steal him.

All right, y'all, come and get it!

- Do you live here?

- Okay, girl. Sorry-ass niggas.

Come on.

Why don't y'all act like gentlemen

and let these ladies eat first!

Yeah, you act like you ain't

never had no barbecue before.

Let the ladies eat.

Hos gotta eat too.

Wait, nigga, who you calling a ho?

I ain't no ho.

Oops. I'm sorry, b*tch.

- Hey, hey, watch your mouth.

- Just playing.

All right, enjoy.

And be nice.

Get out of the way!

You still up here?

- Hi.

- Hello.

So why haven't you called?

Just one minute.

What's up, my brother?

She wants to talk to you.

- I know. I'm just taking my time.

- Oh, I see.

- You trying to run that game on her.

- Yeah, how am I doing?

Well, you're doing just fine.

- Except for one thing.

- Yeah, what's that?

She left.

What?

- Damn!

- That's all right.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ain't this a b*tch?

Wait! Wait!

- Don't worry about it. I got her.

- Is she all right?

All right, G.

Sheryl! Come on!

Keep your baby out the street.

She gonna get hit one of these days.

You got some blow? You got some rock?

- I'll suck your dick.

- Just keep the baby off the streets.

And change her diapers.

Girl almost smell as bad as you.

What up, punk? What up, fool?

Mark.

- What is that? Barbecue?

- Yeah.

- I know you didn't bring me no swine.

- No.

Mrs. Baker told me

to bring you a plate.

- Brenda, huh?

- Yeah.

She might've had a chance

if she didn't talk so much.

Let's see.

She ain't lost her touch.

She still can make some barbecue.

Hey, Pop, can you fix my fade

back here? And up here?

I'm eating.

After you eat.

Yeah.

Yeah, real close.

So I can brush it, you know,

hook up some waves.

Something wrong?

Nope.

What's the problem?

You're getting old, Pop.

- I'm getting old?

- Yeah.

I'm getting better, young brother.

You getting old.

- You older than dirt.

- I'm older than dirt?

- Yes.

- I am but 17 years older than you.

Your friends, they got fathers

in their 40s and 50s.

These cats are great big...

Just slobs, man.

- You know, bellies out to here.

- Yes. That's gonna be you!

That's gonna be you, man.

Big old fat, juicy roll...

...double-jelly-roll belly. Right?

Sitting in a rocking chair,

reading the funny papers!

Then your grandchildren will be

running around, saying:

"Granddaddy, give me something.

Give me a dollar. "

You think so, huh?

Yeah.

Wait a minute, man.

What's all this about grandkids, man?

You using the rubbers I gave you?

I ain't ready to be a granddaddy,

all right? I just...

I ain't ready for all of that.

Don't worry.

I can take care of myself.

Why are you sweating me, man?

Tre, close the refrigerator.

Close it. Come here.

What?

All right?

What? I stink now?

I got something on me?

- You had some p*ssy yet?

- What?

- You had some p*ssy yet?

- Yeah! Yeah!

When?

- What?

- When?

All right, all right.

Just sit down for a second.

Go on, sit down, now.

It was a Sunday, right? Rick and I

were kicking it up on Crenshaw.

This group of females

rolled up in a Rabbit.

Everybody trying to bum-rush them.

Trying to jib and all, right?

Man, there was this one girl

everybody was trying to rush.

Baby was fine!

Body was booming,

like right out of Jet centerfold.

So I'm, like, eyeballing her.

She walks right up on me and

busts out, "Is this your ride?"

Then I say, "Yeah, you want to go

for a ride with me?"

She says, "No, I want to drive it. "

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