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There's two possibilities.

Either the motherf***er

in the El Camino is POPO-

As soon as you give him the

package, he gon' arrest you.

Or that motherf***er's

the snitch.

In that case, he'll take

the package, kill you,

then I'm headed to Chino

with a price on my head.

I'm gon' need you to trust me

right about now, you understand?

Do not take that backpack to the nigga

in the whip, else we both f***ed. Hear me?

I'm gonna text you

this address.

Go there, ask for A.J. Tell

him it's about the Boys Club.

Give him the package. Tell

him it's from me. You hear me?

Nigga, run. Get the f***

out of there, nigga.

Run. Go now! Get the f***

out of there! Oh, sh*t.

Go!

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Go! Let's go! Come on!

Go, Jib!

- Get the f*** back over here!

- Oh, sh*t!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move the f***ing car!

Let's go!

Come on!

Yo, man, what the hell happened?

Who the f*** was that?

Dom.

What?

Dom!

That nigga called me and said that the

nigga that called earlier isn't with him.

Well, then who is he?

Oh, sh*t.

How the f*** did they find us?

Yo, let's go.

Jib! Dig! Bus!

There. Right here.

Right ahead.

It's that bus.

It's that bus.

Right there. Right there.

They on that bus!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Open the f***ing door!

Open the f***ing door,

b*tch!

You see three little niggas get

on this bus a couple stops ago?

I don't know. Lot of young

niggas get on this bus.

Don't get smart. I'm just asking you

a motherfucking question, all right?

I don't see sh*t

but the road.

He's here.

Is it you? Huh?

Is it you? Huh?

Is it f***in' you?

Congratulations.

You have found your iPhone.

Damn.

Yo, Lily, what are you doing

opening the door butt-ass naked for?

Excuse my dumb-ass sister, man.

What up?

Are you A.J.?

No, that's my dad.

I need to speak to him.

It's about Boys Club.

Right. Right.

Well, my dad's at his office

for a couple of hours.

But y'all can hang out here

until he gets back if you want.

Um-

No.

You know-

Hey.

Yeah.

- You wanna come in?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Y'all come in.

You Piru?

Crenshaw Mafia?

Uh, I'm just Malcolm.

That's your hood, though.

Right? Right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

In the guest house

is where I got my studio.

That's where I lay down

my tracks.

I f*** around with it, you know.

I do my little thing.

My style is, I'm like a Dilla meets a No ID

with a little bit of splash of Rick Rubin.

- Right.

- Know what I mean?

I actually got something that I

did the other day. Check this out.

Yeah, what the f***

is "bereal"?

Oh, sh*t. Look.

I meant "cereal. "

But that's how much

I hate crab-ass niggas.

'Cause my mind, it thinks these C-words,

but my mouth won't let me say them.

Okay, so, you replace words

that start with C's with B's?

- Like Crip dyslexia.

- Criplexia.

But only soft C's, because

you said "crab" no problem.

That's true. Why won't your mind tell

your mouth to say "brab" instead of "crab"?

- I don't know. It's a case-by-case

thing. - Not "base-by-base"?

See, you would think this hard

"C" would be the issue, but no.

That's interesting.

F*** y'all. I'm just tryin'

to rep my set. That's it.

- Ladera doesn't have a set.

- What the f*** you mean?

Huh?

- Does that make me any less of a nigga than y'all?

- - No.

Because my dad was from The Bottoms. Yeah.

My uncle, everybody on my side

reppin' the Inglewood family.

'Cause that's where my heart is. Yeah.

Even though my-

my body's right here.

- Mm-hmm.

- - It's cool.

I- It's "bool. "

F*** all y'all. 'Cause I was

in a good mood and sh*t.

What was that?

A song that we

- You just reminded us of something we was writing.

"Was"?

Let's- Let's get to it.

- What you mean?

- Let's record.

- Let's record what?

- The song.

Quit f***ing around.

Come on.

Randy.

Check this out.

Little niggas.

Got 'em.

I know y'all hungry. If you want, you

can just help yourself to my fridge.

Or I could have Marta

cook us up something.

- Can she cook chili-cheese

fries? - Chili-cheese fries. Yeah.

Marta! Yeah.

- Right?

- Where you get 'em at?

Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela

and Inglewood Avenue.

Yes, um- Cuatro rdenes

de chili-cheese fries...

at Jimmy's Burgers

on Centinela and Inglewood.

Niggas, let's roll.

You coming, Malcolm?

No, I think

I'm gonna stay here.

So...

you're a boy

from the hood.

Good thing you found the Boys Club and

have such an amazing mentor as my father.

I'm bored as f***.

Will you play with me, my

little boy from the hood?

Yeah.

Yeah, we-

I can- Well, what do

you want to play?

How about we play

Mother May I?

You remember that game,

right?

Yeah.

S- Yeah.

Go ahead.

Ask me a question.

Um... what's your name?

Lily.

No, you're supposed to

ask me something like,

"Mother, may I

take two steps?"

If I say yes, you take two steps toward me.

Or I may say, "No, you have

to take three steps back. "

Now it's my turn

to ask the questions.

Okay.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

May I take off

my clothes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

May I walk over

to you?

Yeah.

May I touch you?

Yes.

Are you a virgin?

No.

Don't.

Don't do that.

There are too many liars and

bullshitters in this house, Malcolm.

I can tell

you're not like that.

Not like him.

Don't start now, okay?

Okay.

Yes, I'm a virgin.

I gotta pee.

Jaleel keeps rubbers

over there.

I want you ready

when I get back.

Go.

Can we get some

chili-cheese fries?

Burgers too. All right, we'll get, uh-

Yo, can I get

a grilled cheese?

What the f*** is this?

We got a problem, blood?

Listen to this motherfuckin'

Abercrombie and Fitch-ass nigga.

You little niggas were supposed

to deliver my lunch today.

After school.

Now, I need my sh*t.

Right now, nigga.

Right now.

What the f*** are you even

talking about, nigga? You hungry?

She's right there.

Order some sh*t.

Order some sh*t? See, first of

all, you do not know me, bro.

Let me tell you what's

going down. All right?

We're gon' order

our food.

And then you can order your

lunch or whatever the f*** else.

A'ight? Then we gon' keep it pushin'.

Where is my bag?

- Yo.

- What's in the backpack?

That's for my dad, right?

F***.

Lily.

Lily.

Lily?

What the f***?

What are you doing?

Look-

You don't know what you-

This is your-

Oh, my God!

This can't even be happening.

Look- Look at you.

Come on-

What is wrong with you?

Have you ever f***ed on Molly? I

haven't f***ed on anything. Remember?

Okay.

Okay. All right.

What the f***!

You- You threw up on me!

It's everywhere!

It's all in my mouth!

Who the f*** is this?

Son of a

- Why are you yelling at me?

I don't know you,

Mr. Bailey,

but you're being

very rude.

What the f***!

Bye.

Yes, this is Malcolm.

Malcolm! Come here.

Yes, can I reschedule,

please?

Mr. Bailey, come on-

F***!

Wait. Wait.

I have to go. I have to go.

Wait. We're not done yet.

Where are you going? Stop

being so mean. I have to go.

I spaced on

my college interviews!

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