Dead Presidents Page #2

Kirby, what the f*** you doin', man?

- What the f*** are you doin'?

- What the f*** are you doin', man?

- Get on out of here!

- You a bad motherf***er!

- And don't you come back in here

unless you come correct.

- F*** you!

- You all right, kid?

- Oh, yeah.

Just a little cut, you know.

It's all right.

Yep. You do a real good job

for me with them numbers.

Well, you know, I try.

But, uh, you better be cool.

Don't let your mom and pop find out.

Oh, no way.

I won't do that.

It's for you.

Oh, man. Whoa!

- Hey, thanks, Kirby.

- Ain't nothin' to thank me for.

- You earned it.

- Oh. Twenties.

Hey, kid, you wanna take

a little run with me?

Yeah, I'll take

a little run with you.

Say, uh, Kirby, where we goin'?

Like I told you,

just a little run.

A run. Okay. All right.

- Wanna drive, kid?

- Who, me?

No, not "me."

You, motherf***er.

Well, Kirby,

I don't have my licence yet.

Aw, sh*t. F*** the dumb sh*t.

You wanna drive or what?

Yeah. All right, I'll drive.

Yeah.

- Pull over here.

- All right.

Come on. Come on.

What you call her, Nellie?

Come on, Nellie.

I call this b*tch

whatever I wanna call her.

Listen here.

Keep that motor runnin'.

- I'll just be a minute here.

- Yeah, all right.

- Stop messin' with my gold!

- Wait a minute!

- How many times I gotta tell you?

I ain't no motherfuckin'

play toy! I'll kick your ass!

- Get the f*** up!

- You get the f*** up off of Spyder!

No.

You got more heart than

your punk-ass old man. Come here.

- Oh, man, Kirby!

- Oh, what the...

Give me my f***in' leg,

you stupid son-of-a-b*tch!

You grabbed the wrong leg,

you stupid cocksucker. Come here!

- Get on back in here now, Spyder.

- You a**hole!

- I want my motherfuckin' money, hear?

- Easy, Kirby.

- Now!

- Easy, man!

- Dumb son-of-a...

Give me my f***in' leg,

you stupid cocksucker.

- I'll f*** you up.

- Get on back down there.

- They gonna call the police.

- I got 15 miles to go now

- Come on. Come on!

- And I can hear my baby callin' my name

Floor this motherf***er.

Floor it.

Now I'll be so glad

to see my baby

And hold her in my arms

one more time

Now when I kiss her lips

- I'll turn a backward flip

- You did good, kid.

You're almost as good

a getaway driver as me.

Uh, thanks. Say, uh...

So you were a getaway driver, huh?

- Son-of-a-b*tch!

- What? Wh-What's wrong?

- I oughta go back there

and kill that bastard.

- Why? What happened?

Motherf***er made me lose

a whole pack of cigarettes.

A pack of cigarettes?

A pack of cigarettes?

I thought maybe you should be

worried about your leg or somethin'.

- Oh, that sh*t's funny to you, huh?

- No, no, it's not funny.

I tell you what. The next time

the motherf***er grabs me by...

the wrong leg, I'm gonna use it to kick

his ass between his shoulder blades.

- Hey, man, you really did that sucker.

- Yeah, everybody in town...

know I got one leg, and that

motherf***er grab the wrong one.

Me and Kirby, baby. Yeah.

- This is wonderful news, Edward.

- Thank you.

All right, all right.

You see, Anthony?

You be thankful you can go to City

College on the financial aid programme.

Yeah, in four years,

you can be just like me.

Just like you?

You can graduate and maybe even

go to graduate school too.

Well, I'll tell y'all one thing.

My mama sure would've been proud.

Never would've believed

I got two college graduates.

You think about what

you're gonna major in, baby?

The Marine Corps.

Uh, Dad, could you pass the salt?

What'd you say?

Thanks. I said

the, uh, Marine Corps.

- I'm... I'm joinin'.

- Marine Corps?

- Yeah.

- Now that's original.

What you talkin' about, Anthony?

I'm talkin' about

I wanna do somethin' else.

I don't wanna go to college.

I'm sick of school.

I mean, I don't know why everybody

got this strange look on their face.

- It's my life.

- Yeah.

It's your life.

Looks like to me

you're tryin' to ruin it, baby.

You're an idiot.

You know that?

Dad, I don't wanna go to college.

I'm just not ready for no college.

You always said the marines and fightin'

over in Korea made a man out of you.

I figure I be, you know,

livin' my own life.

I'll talk to your mama.

When your baby and you are tight

and everything is right

- And you is mellow

- Give me that.

There you go.

Now, drink some wine.

You keep everything all right

And you know that

you're the only fellow

Ain't that a groove

Ain't that a groove

Ain't that a groove

Told your little ass

you couldn't drink with me.

- Ain't that a groove

- Hey, James. Want some of this?

- Now, lookee here, fella

- Yeah! Whoo!

Girls like to be in the mood

whenever they think their man is yellow

- Whoo! Yeah!

- Hit me, baby

Say, Skeeter, I still can't

believe you graduated, man.

- Man, shut up.

- Glad we out of school, man.

I'm sick of these

stupid-ass brothers.

I'm about to get

my pimp thing on started.

You know, I got so many ho's now, man,

I gotta get an assistant pimp...

just to keep in track of 'em,

you know, make sure they on

the right streets and sh*t.

Say, Skippy, why... why you always

talkin' about this pimp stuff, man?

What's happenin'?

'Cause it's real, man. I'm a pimp.

Pimpin' run in my family.

My great-great granddaddy was a slave,

and he was a pimp.

He used to have his ho's

pick his cotton in the field.

He didn't have to do sh*t.

You better be careful, man. You're

gonna catch something, Skip. Watch.

That's all right, motherf***er.

I was born by the p*ssy,

I'll die by the p*ssy.

Don't worry about

what the f*** I do.

Hey, Skip, do you

believe in superstition?

Hell, no.

Well, you should, man.

Your stupid ass jinxed me.

- What the f*** you talkin' about?

- Uncle Sam, man.

Dropped a motherfuckin' 1-A on me.

I told you, didn't I?

Didn't I tell you?

- Say, when did that happen?

- Last week, Anthony, man.

Yeah, right, motherf***er.

Pass the joint.

- Anthony, man.

- What?

You know that, um,

that me and Marisol, we tight, man.

Yeah, man, y'all are...

Y'all pretty down.

- You would say I love her?

- I don't know.

I could say that you love her.

- I'm thinkin' about marrying her, man.

- Oh, wait a minute.

- Hey, don't do that sh*t.

- Hey, man, you might be goin'

a little too fast now.

Hey, I love her, man, and did you see

how she looks today at that party, man?

- She looks good enough to marry.

- I'm glad to hear you want me.

What you over here

talkin' about, Anthony?

- Why you standin' over here?

- Shut up, Skippy.

- Shut up.

Anthony, I know you ain't gonna

stay over here talkin' to Skip

while my song's playin'.

Not if they expect to be

with us tonight.

- Look here, Skippy, we gonna

have to cut on out, bro.

- Uh, yeah.

- Man, where y'all goin'?

- Uh, we gonna go hang on out.

- Look it, have some chicken.

- I thought we was hangin', man.

- Have some chicken, man.

I told you about them broads,

old punk-ass.

And anyway, Skip,

Brenda lookin' for you.

I don't give a f***.

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