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F*** that sh*t!

What is that?

Dude, it's good

to be back, man.

Old lady was driving me crazy at

the casa, like making me do sh*t.

Oh, no! She dared ask

for your help around the house.

That's incredible.

Outrageous.

Just 'cause I look like

the dudes from Home Depot,

doesn't mean I do the sh*t

the Home Depot dudes do.

I would never profile you

as a man who helps

his wife with chores.

Shut up.

Dude, I'm your homie, okay?

I would never, ever do that.

Oh, bro!

Hmm?

Her brother was

always coming over

during the day to swim.

Every day.

I hate everything about him.

He smells like weed sometimes.

Like he's got,

like, a prescription.

And Gabby was like,

"No, it's all good."

I was like, "Whatever, get

him the hell out of here."

I swear to God, I'm filling

in that pool with cement.

Not personally,

'cause you'll hire

a Home Depot dude

for that task.

F*** you.

13X 13,

4-15 man at 9742 Maple.

Code 2. Incident 4-5-6-2.

13 X 13. Roger,

show us en route.

X 13, roger.

First customer of the day.

I hope they enjoy

our police service.

Suck my dick! That motherf***er's

a lying-ass nigga.

F*** him and f*** you, too!

Shut your f***ing... If you touch

me, I will f***ing shoot you.

Stay where you are.

I don't give a f*** about

both you motherfuckers.

I'm ready to die today.

F*** y'all.

This can go one of

several ways right now.

It is all about your attitude.

F*** you! I got my mail!

I helped him!

I helped him give me my mail!

I'm getting tired of this sh*t!

All right. I'm not

playing with y'all.

Sir,

if you've been drinking,

you need to stay

the f*** inside

and not intimidate

the mailman. That's it.

F*** you! You

need to shut the f*** up!

'Cause without that badge

and gun, you ain't sh*t.

Yeah? You're less than

motherfucking nothing.

You motherfucking, border-hopping...

Oh, yeah?

...donkey-riding,

Mexican motherf***er.

Is that so? You want to

find out what I'm about?

Show me! Yeah, I wanna see!

F***.

Let's settle this right here

like grown men, motherf***er!

Not again, man.

What'd you say? You wanna take a fade?

You want to fight me?

Yeah, I want to fight you.

Let's go, bro.

I whoop your punk ass, you gonna

get the f*** up out of my crib?

Hell, no. But you

called me out, bro!

Now I'm calling you out!

What's up?

You whoop my ass,

I'll put them motherfucking

handcuffs on my motherfucking self.

- And that's on the set.

- Door.

It's gonna be

a pleasure beating

your b*tch ass.

My f***ing fantasy.

I don't know who the f*** you

think you're f***ing with,

but I love this sh*t. Beatin'

a motherfucking punk-ass

- police-ass like yours.

- Keep talking, bro.

Let's get this

sh*t popping, motherf***er.

Sh*t.

This sh*t's crazy!

F***ing kick his ass!

Come on! Come on, Z! Z!

Yo, Z! Z! Z!

Now get the f*** up.

You like that?

This ain't no wrassling match.

You all right? You all right?

You all right?

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Come on, man!

That's what happens when

you f*** with the police.

Yeah, come on. Take him! Take him!

Take him! Take him!

F*** you,

border-hopping motherf***er!

Ooh!

F***ing did that sh*t.

You all right?

Give me the hooks.

What's up, putos?

It's big bad Wicked from

Curbside Gang Locos.

You ready for this sh*t?

F***, yeah. I was born

to f***ing do this sh*t.

Show these motherfuckers

whose barrio this is.

You almost

ran the light, stupid.

You're gonna get

us pulled over, La.

F*** that sh*t.

I gotta f***ing be at work.

You better not bust out wasting

my motherfucking time, homie,

I'm gonna tell you

that sh*t right now.

Hey, La La, when you

gonna f*** the homeboy?

I'm not f***ing

the homeboy, dawg.

Yeah, right.

Sh*t, what I look like?

The little f***ing paisa hoochies

you guys f***ing kick it with?

What you packing, baby?

I'm packing a motherfucking 30-round

clip for these slob-ass niggas.

This is it right here, man.

Slow down,

this is the street, La.

This is it.

This is it. All right.

Wicked, you're gonna jump and

get the party started, got it?

I got you, baby.

Listen to the homie.

All right, put your

f***ing face on, let's go!

Get

your sh*t ready.

Put that f***ing sh*t away!

Make sure your f***ing

sh*t is good to go.

What the f*** do I

gotta f***ing tell you?

I don't want to f***ing

have to baby you, man!

Get ready, homies.

Get ready.

Get your face on!

All right. F***.

- You guys ready?

- Ready.

All right.

But on some real sh*t, dawg, I'm

gonna have to holler at you, B.

Niggas keep on talking about

how you got your ass whooped

by a motherfucking

little punk-ass wonton.

Nah, Blood,

these niggas is hating.

Let me tell you something. Me

and the cop got down, right?

Motherf***er took off his

badge, dropped his gun.

I mean, he kept it gangster.

We straight-up squabbled.

Head up.

But they still took you

to the county though, huh?

Yeah, but for

disorderly conduct.

Not for squabbling with

the police, you feel me?

You fought a cop

and they didn't put

no "assault on

a peace officer" on you?

Listen to me, my nigga.

I'm trying to tell y'all.

They really showed me

love to keep it G.

I'm a two-time felon, right?

Y'all know that, right?

Could have struck me

out and gave me life

for fighting that cop,

you feel me?

I got right out,

it wasn't sh*t.

All right, but we heard

you got your ass beat, Blood.

You better shut

the f*** up, CK.

I'll run this f***ing fork up

in your ass, I swear to God.

Let me

tell you something,

win, lose or draw,

as long as you

squabble and get down,

that's gangster, you

understand what I'm saying?

Yup.

I mean, that Mexican cop might

be acting bull with you, Tre.

But he's still out there killing niggas.

Straight out.

No, no, no.

Listen to me, all y'all.

This whole f***ing thing is

like changing of the guard.

Back in the day, all these

neighborhoods used to be black,

and what are they now?

Mexicans.

Exactly.

There used to be chicken

stands on the corner,

now there's f***ing taco

stands on every corner.

We're in some real sh*t and

if we don't come together,

we're gonna be some extinct

niggas pretty soon.

Watch it,

watch it, watch it!

Go, go, go!

Get CK,

Blood! Get CK!

F***!

F***, yeah! We got

those putos! We got 'em!

Eat sh*t,

motherfuckers!

F***! We f***ing

lit 'em up, dawg!

Show those putos whose

neighborhood this f***er is! Sh*t.

F***ing proud of you, man.

And that's what I'm f***ing

telling you. Good.

That was f***ing good, man. That's

what I'm f***ing telling you.

I'm proud of you.

F***ing proud.

F***ing did it. That's what I'm

f***ing talking about, man.

I'm f***ing proud of you, man.

F***ing proud of you, man,

now you're a f***ing man.

Right? Right?

Right, homie.

Right.

All right then.

No f***ing fear, man.

No f***ing fear.

That's how we

f***ing do it, man.

That's how we

f***ing do it, man.

Call the motherfucking ambulance!

They got CK!

Somebody call a f***ing ambulance!

Hold on, dawg, hold on.

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