Boyz n the Hood Page #6

Where else, man? Up on Crenshaw

with the rest of them fools.

- Let's go.

- Cool.

- What up, Monster?

- What up, nigga?

Goddamn, there's a lot of f***ers here.

Don't be using God's name in vain.

What?

Man, shut up.

Yo, man, you believe in God?

Yo, why the f*** y'all get

so damn religi-fied lately?

Fool, I wasn't even talking to you.

This is an A and B conversation.

You can see your way out of it.

You can see your way out

of my ride...

...and we'll see your crippled ass

walking home.

Man, look. Do I believe in God?

Yeah, I guess I do.

How else can you have the sun, moon

and stars and sh*t like that?

Sun, moon, stars, quasars.

Motherf***er sound like Elroy Jetson.

There ain't no God.

If there was a God, why He be letting

motherfuckers get smoked every night?

- Babies and little kids, tell me that.

- You tell me this, nigga.

How you know God's a He? He could

be a She. You don't know that.

For one thing, you don't know what

the f*** I be motherfucking knowing.

I read about this sh*t

when I was in the pen.

It was this book, right,

and it was telling...

...life in the perspective

if God was a b*tch.

Said if God was a b*tch, there wouldn't

be no nuclear bombs, no wars...

...because that ain't

in a b*tch's nature.

Why every time you talk about a female

you say b*tch or whore or hootchie?

- Because that's what you are.

- Nigga, f*** you.

Hey, hey.

What's up?

What up, D?

- What's up, Mon?

- What's up, man? Hey, Tre.

What's happening?

- Where y'all coming from?

- Compton.

What y'all doing over here, man?

We're kicking it. Philosophizing

on God, church, b*tches and all.

I'm schooling these niggas

on the aspect of religion.

- Religion?

- And on factual, actual studies.

You know what I'm saying?

- Y'all coming from Compton?

- Yeah.

- I thought you were scared of Compton.

- Rick was a shivering b*tch, boy.

It was deep, though.

You should've been there, man.

Pops was talking, speaking, man.

Speaking the truth and sh*t.

Your pops is like

motherfucking Malcolm Farrakhan.

Man, what's wrong with you?

F*** you looking at, nigga?

I'm still trying to find out, nigga!

We got a problem here?

We got a problem here?

We got a problem, nigga?

- What up with this?

- Put the gun away.

Can't we have one night

where nobody gets shot?

Shut up, b*tch.

B*tch, I'm gonna f*** you up!

Let's get that b*tch!

F*** you like that.

Ferris always trying

to start some sh*t.

Nigga can't fight, so he always trying

to find some excuse to shoot somebody.

That's why fool be getting

shot all the time.

Trying to show how hard they is.

Ignorant.

Fool, shut up.

You be doing that sh*t too.

I know.

Hey, man, come on. Let's go!

I'm getting the f*** out of L.A.

F*** this sh*t. F*** it.

You can't go nowhere without

it getting all shot up and sh*t.

Sh*t!

Sh*t! F***!

Driver! Put your hands

on the steering wheel!

- Got any drugs or weapons on you?

- No.

I didn't do nothing.

You think you tough.

You think you're tough, huh?

You scared now, huh?

I like that.

That's why I took this job.

I hate little motherfuckers like you.

Little n*ggers, you ain't sh*t!

Think you tough, huh?

I could blow your head off,

and you couldn't do sh*t.

How you feel now?

What set you from?

Look like one of them

Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers.

No, you probably one of them

Rolling 60s, huh?

a possible 187 in blue WW...

...at corner of

Florence and Vermont.

Again, a possible 187 in blue WW

at corner of Florence and Vermont.

Stay out of trouble.

You gentlemen have

a nice evening now, you hear?

Hi.

- I thought something happened to you.

- Ain't nothing gonna happen to me.

I'm tired of hearing them

shooting all the time.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I'm tired of this sh*t.

Those two motherfuckers.

I could kill all these motherfuckers.

I'm sick and f***ing

tired of this sh*t!

I'm f***ing sick of this sh*t!

I'm so f***ing tired of this sh*t!

F*** this sh*t!

Stupid motherf***er!

F***ing f*** you! F*** you!

I wish I could kill all you!

Come on at me, motherf***er!

What's so funny?

I never thought I'd be crying

in front of a female.

You can cry in front of me.

What do you think about...

...people getting married

while they're still in college?

Are you trying to ask me something?

No.

I just wanted to know what you thought

about that kind of situation.

I think it can be good

if two people really love each other.

Really?

Yeah.

You sure you're down for this?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

I mean, yes, I am.

I don't want to get pregnant.

You won't.

Hi. I'm looking for a Miss Devereaux?

- She's right over there.

- Thank you.

Hey.

Hi.

You look nice.

Thank you. So do you.

Thanks.

Thanks for coming.

So...

So this is...

...definitely you.

And what's that supposed to mean?

I thought we were

gonna talk about Tre.

Espresso, please.

Caf au lait, please.

I bought him some shoes yesterday.

Why are you always buying him stuff?

Can't I be nice to my son?

Do I have that right?

Yes, but he has a job. You don't

have to always buy him stuff.

Look...

...did he tell you he wants

to move in with Brandi?

Yeah. So?

"Yeah. So"?

So don't you think that's a bad idea?

I think that Tre is old enough

to make his own decisions, Reva.

You're his father. That means you

were supposed to guide his decisions.

What have I been doing

for the last seven years?

- Not that, evidently.

- Listen, Reva...

...it's time for you to let go.

I know you want to play the mommy...

...but Tre is a grown man now.

He's not a little boy anymore.

That time has passed, sweetheart.

You missed it.

Excuse me, I'm getting

some cigarettes.

You're not getting off that easy.

Sit your ass down.

Excuse me?

I said sit down before I raise my voice

and make a fool out of both of us.

Okay.

Now it's my time to talk.

Of course you took in

your son, my son...

...our son...

...and you taught him to be a man.

I'll give you that...

...because most men ain't man enough

to do what you did.

But that gives you no reason,

do you hear me, no reason...

...to tell me that I can't be

a mother to my son.

What you did...

...is no different from what mothers

have done from the beginning of time.

It's just too bad

more brothers won't do the same.

But don't think you're special.

You may be cute, but not special.

Drink your caf au lait. It's on me.

Everybody in the mall was running.

B*tches running out of Contempo's.

F***ers throwing cookies

out the cookie shop.

Niggas was getting their bail on. I

was smoking every f***er that came in.

I thought I'd let y'all know that.

Understands me?

What's up?

You missing all the action.

Niggas getting smoked and sh*t.

Who's them niggas?

Man, pick Chris up.

Punk might start trippin'.

That's those fools from Crenshaw.

Damn, I ain't even got my gat.

Motherf***er ain't got

nothing better to do.

Twenty-seven years old. Still

f***ing motherfuckers our age...

...with his old ass.

What's up?

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