CB4 Page #8

Damn, b*tch.

You know, you been talkin'

a lot of sh*t lately.

I sure hope you ready for this, baby.

Oh, yeah, baby. I'm real ready.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, I'm ready.

I'm gonna get some p*ssy.

I'm gonna get some p*ssy.

Yeah!

Come on, sugar dumplin'.

- Daddy's waitin' for ya.

- Turn the lights down, baby.

You don't like to watch.

I'll turn it down for ya.

Come on now.

Now get down on your hands and knees.

My hands and knees?

You're gonna make things difficult, huh?

OK, I'll get down on my hands

and knees. I'll play your little game.

- Now, crawl over here.

- I don't mind crawlin'.

- I don't mind beggin' either, baby.

- Assume the position.

I'll assume the position,

I assume we're gettin' ready to f***.

Damn, b*tch! You!

- What are you doin'?

- Who's the b*tch?

- Damn you, b*tch.

- Get up!

- Come on!

- I was the biggest man in Locash.

So, you call yourself a man?

You gonna pay. You gots to pay.

- Sh*t!

- Don't even try it.

Freeze!

Man, not again.

We got your gangster ass now, don't we?

Tiger drawers wearin' motherf***er.

F*** you, man.

Get out!

Shut up!

Oooh!

# I need love

# I need love

Nah!

Well, we're backstage at Gusto's.

You can really feel

the electricity here.

We're anxiously anticipating

the big CB4 reunion show

which is about

to start any moment now.

The fellows are

putting the final touches

on their make-up, mascara, pancake...

- Small world!

- They're comin' out.

- Yeah!

- All right, fellows. OK, hi.

Well, this is it. What are you guys

gonna do after the show, huh?

Yo, me myself,

I'm gettin' my sisters a maid.

What's up, girls?

Yeah, and I'm gonna open up my own line

of personal Nubian hygiene products,

featuring deodorant because the

black man has a different kind of funk!

- Understand?

- That's true. Very distinctive funk.

I'm goin' down to South America.

I'm takin' a search party.

I'm gonna find Kurtis Blow. I know

you're out there. I'm comin' to get ya!

But serious, I'm just

gonna be plain old Albert.

Stop! Come on.

Stop hittin' me, man.

Come on, no accordion.

Stop, stop!

OK, that sounds like fun too.

All right, get out there

and give 'em a hell of a show.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a round of applause for CB4.

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

We gettin' ready to take it

back to the old school!

# I said hip hop, the hippie

The hippie dibby hip hip hop

# And you don't stop the rockin'

to the bang bang boogie

# Say up jump the boogie

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

# See, I am Albert Brown

and I'd like to say hello

# To the black, to the white

the red and the brown

# The purple and yellow

But first I gotta bang bang

# The boogie to the boogie say up jump

the boogie to the bang bang boogie

# Let's rock, you don't stop

# Rock the rhythm

that'll make your body rock

# Now what you hear is not a test

Cos we're rappin' to the beat

# And me, the groove

and my friend are gonna try

# To move your feet...

Yo, what's up? This is Gusto

with the new Sayonara jeep.

It's got an engine that defines dope.

You just snap this baby

into your glove compartment,

and you're good to go.

So you're sayin', yo, Gusto,

what's under the hoodie?

Sayonara, it's all that!

# Just go with the flow

Cos I want you to know

# I want you

I need you

# Baby, baby, won't you be mine

- # Baby, please

- # I want you

# I need you

# Baby, baby, let's spend some time...

Yo, what's up? This is a P-E-S-A,

Public Enemy Service Announcement.

They're tryin' to make

hard-core rap disappear.

Tryin' to make it final for the vinyl.

Sayin' it's time for the wax to relax.

A sticker here, a sticker there and now

we wear the sticker like a badge.

Now, what? Rap is synonymous with black.

Even our own don't realize rap

is even blacker than themselves.

To the whites who consider

themselves establishment,

they fear rap is the beginning

of cultural overthrow

in their very own households between

themselves and their kids. Uh-oh!

The next guy that moves

gets the same treatment.

Line up over there. This is a stickup.

# Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

Stick 'em up

# Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

Stick 'em up

# Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

Stick 'em up

# Stick 'em up, stick 'em up in the air

# Face down, don't turn around

Listen to the bass pound

# For more types of angles

This ain't no star-spangled banner

# More truth than tropicana

Rockin'New York to Savannah

# Cos it's Macka Framma

# When I go to a show

Some run, some come

# Many have fun to watch a nig

get dumb

# The right way

The high way, the tight way

# You're f***in'right that

I might say, stick 'em

# Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

Stick 'em up

# Stick 'em up

Stick 'em up in the air

- # May day on the front line

- # Front line

- # May day on the front line

- # Front line

# Check it out, check it out

# Go with the PM

Steppin' through the AM

# Flippin' that south

When I prophesise the man

# Catch a break

and blow it up like TN # Or gettin'filthy, nasty as LSD

# I'll make you insane, crazy

You'll flip

# Dribble up and down like constipated

You wanna jump around

# All that tryin' to fade me

# I think you hit it wrong

PM Dawn got it goin'on

# Nocturnal is in the house

Nocturnal is in the house

# Nocturnal is in the house

Nocturnal is in the house...

# Creepin' up on ya

Creepin', creepin' up on ya

# Creepin' up on ya

Creepin', creepin' up on ya

- How much for a pack of gum?

- 50 cents.

- 50 cents? How much for a newspaper?

- 35 cents.

35 cents? How about

I give you 15 cents

and you give me the good news?

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