Down to Earth Page #9

The funny thing | about reincarnation, kid:

Even when you're not you, | you're still you.

Don't worry. | I got a good feeling about this.

Don't worry? | I had a hard enough time...

trying to get this girl | as a rich white man.

Do you know how hard it's gonna be | to try to get her as a broke black man?

See you around, Joe.

That's what I'm talking about. | You and me on the road.

We could blow up, son! | Joe, are you allright?

Lance.

L- Lance.

Hey, Lance, come on, man. | Let's celebrate.

- I got some big plans for us. | - What are you talking about?

Lance, come on. | Nobody else is around.

- Why do you keep calling me Lance? | - Uh-

Look at me for- | for a second, will ya?

- Lance. | - Joe Guy.

Oh, you mean your boy, | Lance Barton.

Oh, I'm sorry. | You're still dealing with that, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I, uh... guess I am.

- Look. Mr. Daniels- | - Whitney.

Okay. Whitney, | I don't have a manager.

Would it be cool to come by | your office and leave a tape?

You know, like maybe | you could take me on?

Yeah. Sure.

Call me tomorrow, huh?

You're, uh-

You're a good kid.

Thanks a lot. | I'm gonna call you tomorrow.

- Right. | - Joe Guy.

- Don't act like you don't know me. | - No, man.

And you know what? If you don't like | the tape, keep it to yourself.

- Right, right. | - It's gonna be all right.

Oh, um, excuse me. | I'm looking for Whitney Daniels.

Uh, Whitney Daniels? | Yeah, just go straight.

Make a right | and go down the stairs.

When you get by the dressing rooms, | he should be there.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm sorry, but do you think | they'll let me back there?

Yeah, sure. | The show's been over for about an hour.

- Do I know you? | - No.

No, no, seriously. | I'm not joking.

I just feel like | I've met you before.

Joe.

- Joe Guy. | - Sontee Jenkins.

Sontee.

Thanks.

Oh.

Last call at the Apollo. We better | get out of here before they lock us in.

Give me your hand. | I know my way around here.

Don't be scared. | Everything's all right.

What did you just say?

Everything's all right. Like the song. | Everything is all right

It's just that | when you said that, it-

- You're a comedian? | - Do I sing that bad?

No. You were on tonight. | How'd you do?

They didn't boo. | You know, they got this after party-

- Sorry. I didn't mean to hold you up. | - No, no, no, no, no.

I don't feel like going to the party. | You wanna get something to eat?

Are you asking me out?

No, I just want to feed you.

Yeah. I'm starved.

- Nice shoes. | - Thankyou.

So what do you do?

- I'm into medicine. | - What are you, a drug dealer?

Watch it. No. Actually, | I own Brooklyn Community Hospital.

You own a hospital? | I know Brooklyn Community.

My uncle went there for a new liver, and | they sent his ass to the supermarket.

Hello, Sontee. | How're you doing, sir?

- This your ride? | - Yeah.

Well, ifyou want to keep it, | you better get it out of here.

- This is nice! | - Cisco.

What kind of mileage | you get on this?

Oh, pretty good.

Cocktails, Miss Jenkins?

- So are you the maid? | - The maid?

- Do I look like the maid? I'm the paid. | - This is my friend Wanda.

And look at you. Let you out of | the car, and you're pickin' up strays.

- Did you know your coat's bleeding? | - Mind your business.

Hey, girls, did you know | That pretty boys they need no more

You better find you a love | you can trust

And expect to like his mother

Hey, fellas, you better find | A girl who loves you more

- You okay, Sontee? | - I'm okay. You okay?

- I'm okay. | - Cisco, you okay?

- I'm okay. Wanda, you okay? | - Hell, no! I spilled my drink.

You know what? | You drink. I'm gonna drive.

Didn't I tell you | to keep an eye on him?

I was tying my shoe, and when I looked | up- It won't happen again, sir.

Cisco, you got any music?

Here you go.

With my mind on my money | And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street | smokin' Indo

- Sippin' on gin and juice | - Laid back

With my mind on my money | and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street | smokin' Indo

- Sippin' on gin and juice | - Laidback

With my mind on my money | And my money on my mind

I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups | but they ain't chipped in

Now, this type of sh*t | Happens all the time

You gotta get yours | But, fool, I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you | listenin' to the D-O-G

I got the cultivatin' music | that be captivatin' he

You think you're slick in every way

Changing up the codes | On your phone everyday

Is there something that you're | trying to hide from me

I never gave you reason to run and | Take your calls in the other room

Am I the only one | Or is somebody else getting at you

Is it my imagination

Things ain't always | what they seem

'Cause I don't wanna be

Just another name | In your little black book

Just another face in the crowd | And it's got me shook

I gotta mean | a little more to you

Than a space in your list | Of your things to do

Another G-Shock done | In your Benz

Another dime piece | That you can show all your friends

You can call me crazy | say I'm insecure

But I don't wanna be

Oooh, oh, ohh

Ohhh

Mm, mm

Strange how you claim | to tell the truth

When the passenger's seat | In your car's been moved

And you swore that there was | no one else but you, you

And something else | you can't explain

Why'd you call me | By somebody else's name

You say it's history | Your playing days are through

Or so you say

Is it my imagination

Things ain't always | what they seem

'Cause I don't wanna be

Just another name | In your little black book

Just another face in the crowd | And it's got me shook

'Cause I gotta mean | a little more to you

Than a space in your list | Of your things to do

Another G-Shock done | In your Benz

Another dime piece | That you can show all your friends

You can call me crazy | say I'm insecure

Tell me, are you lying | Or is it my suspicious mind

I gotta know the truth

If I am just another girl

You're treatin' wrong

Another one | You string along

Is it you and me | Is it two or three

'Cause I don't wanna be

Just another name | In your little black book

Just another face in the crowd | And it's got me shook

I gotta mean | a little more to you

Than a space in your list | Of your things to do

Another G-Shock done | In your Benz

Another dime piece | That you can show all your friends

You can call me crazy | say I'm insecure

But I don't wanna be | just another girl

In your little black book

Just another face in the crowd | And it's got me shook

I gotta mean | a little more to you

Than a space in your list | Of your things to do

Another G-Shock done | In your Benz

Another dime piece | That you can show all your friends

You can call me crazy | say I'm insecure

But I don't wanna be | just another girl

Just another face in the crowd | And it's got me shook

I gotta mean | a little more to you

Than a space in your list | Of your things to do

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