Grow House Page #4

DARIUS:
My friend, bro?

PAT:
I was out there with

you slinging them mix tapes.

In the rain!

If it was snowing out here, I'da

been out there with a snowsuit on

helping you push the thing.

But we got Snoop on the phone.

Ask him for the money. See if he

wanna invest in this grow house

and we can get paid, man!

I'm about to do that.

But if you give it a second. I

can't just come down like that.

You gotta finger-f*** that in there, bro.

Do Snoop wanna invest

in our grow house or not?

Yeah.

- I thought you put him on hold.

- Hello?

Yeah, nigga. Cut me in or cut it out.

A'ight, cool!

- Yes!

- That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, baby!

SNOOP DOGG:
Call me in the morning.

I'mma shoot you the address.

Come pick up that cash.

Hey, man. My rap career gonna take off!

A'ight, I'm out.

Hello?

Oh yeah, so... Yeah,

like I was saying, man...

Yeah, I wanna get you on the hook

of one of my songs and whatnot.

Grow house.

Man why the f*** I ain't think of that?

You hang up.

Hang up... A'ight. Cool. I love you.

You did all that for a joke.

No that wasn't a joke, I really love Snoop.

You know what I love, too?

- What?

- Step three.

- My man!

- "Get the wherewithal".

- The wherewithal get you all the girls!

- Grown Gangsta, you a mothafucka!

Grown Gangsta, you did it, nigga!

You said you was gonna

do it. You did it! Yes!

Ooh, I knew his ass wasn't sh*t.

Got caught cheating underwater.

Mm.

Everybody knew it. That's why

the show's called Shadies.

It's shady people on there that

get caught from doing shady sh*t.

Okay, well all I'm saying

is don't let me catch you.

Catch me what?

On a episode of Shadies.

Come on now, baby.

You know I wouldn't

cheat on you. I love you.

Yeah whatever. If you love me so much

then why haven't you fixed the van yet?

For real... Uh-uh, I'm good.

I'm catching hell from these people

since I already told 'em

it was ready for donation.

It'll be finished before

you go to work tomorrow.

They sure is greedy to be so goddamn needy.

Uh-uh. That is not funny. Okay?

I really have a soft spot

for people in my heart

who don't have the things

that we take for granted.

What we take for granted?

We ain't got sh*t!

You seen where I live

in LA. My mama's house.

- Oh, baby, guess what.

- What's that?

My boss gave me two new

properties to manage.

For real?

While these people get evicted

from they home in Bel-Air

took the sink and trashed the whole house.

Can you believe that?

How they expect you to rent that sh*t out?

I don't know. I'm gonna have

to find somebody to fix it.

The owner is some old guy living in Miami.

He ain't thinking 'bout that place.

Better yet. That's a hard

job to do. I don't know how...

Oh sh*t. Hold up. Baby

I thought of something.

Oh God. What?

Why don't they let me do

that sh*t? Let me fix it.

Oh my god... Darius, knock it off.

No.

For real. Check this out now.

Let me fix the b*tch,

I can get some money off of

it and give you the kickback.

Everything be gravy.

Okay, so how am I supposed to

know you gonna do a good job?

Cause this is my job on the line.

You don't trust your boy?

No, I don't trust you.

Shoot.

- What am I gonna get out of it?

- Yeah, yeah.

That's what I thought was gonna come.

I'm telling you, it all

depends on what he give me.

Whatever he give me, whatever

I can put in my pocket

depending on what I can save...

What I save, I'll break you off.

I mean that sound cool. It does.

I knew it do.

Alright.

But you have to promise me one

thing, Darius, and I'm not playing.

I'm not gonna go on

the show Shadies.

I ain't talking 'bout that.

Oh. What?

Don't risk my job.

Okay.

Darius, for real.

I'm serious too. You pay my phone bill.

Don't... don't play with me.

I promise!

(door buzzes)

Alright, when we get in

here, stay focused. Alright?

Man, what we gotta get done.

It's about that business.

Business, that's all it's about, bro.

Business.

The hell is in your mouth?

My tongue.

No, what is...

Look at your ass, man!

- What you talking 'bout, bro?

- Spit it out.

- Spit it out!

- I don't know where your hand been.

You here being all unfocused already.

You can't even talk business.

Nigga, I screamed that

much when I heard his...

Cool grill in your goddamn mouth.

Snoop ain't got time to play.

Sh*t, I work hard and play

hard, nephew. Come on in.

(door buzzes)

Alright, let's go.

Open the door for me.

What?

Open the door for a thug, bro!

Open the door! You know how it is!

Ice drippin, cream flippin

SNOOP DOGG:
Yeah that's

that thang right there.

I'm gonna bring you back in from the top.

Money, homie, you ready?

Make sho I'm on

the front row

No diamonds but I still glow

On my boss sh*t call me Hugo

Money hungry got

dat dope flow

Polo is my...

Hold on.

Snoop! What's up, boy!

What up, folks!

- DARIUS:
Slow motion.

- That's right.

This my nigga, Pat, man.

I'm Pat. Snoop.

Doggystyle!

Huge fan. Ever since Doggystyle

I was like, yo. I had to get that album.

'Cause I thought it was a cartoon at first.

My mama wouldn't let me get the album.

I was like "Yo, lemme get two albums."

This cartoon... Let me

get this picture, man.

Let me get this selfie right quick.

- Selfie?

- Selfie? Nigga, read the sign.

Taking no mothafuckin' selfies.

Ain't you the nigga

that don't like rap music

or you just hatin' on the homie in general?

- Oh, Snoop... nah...

- Straight up,

that mothafuckin' Grown Gangsta mix-tape,

that mothafucka was ignant.

I told that nigga, bro!

That's what I've been trying to tell him!

Yeah, nigga. Quit hatin'.

- Snoop...

- Hatin'.

I'm not a hater. You know I'm

not a hater. We... Snoop...

I did not hate on him.

This my boy. I wouldn't

be here with him now!

Why would I hate and ride

with somebody I don't...

Hey, you know I support you, man.

So D, how much you need for that weed?

- Whoa.

- You didn't tell me that.

I did. I said something to you.

I did, whatever. You

just don't be listening.

- Nigga, you don't know?

- PAT:
We know.

Of course we know, Snoop. We need like...

...ten?

Ten thousand dollars? Niggas, you serious?

Yeah, I mean, Snoop. We

startin' from scratch, man.

Ten racks, cuz?

The rent, the electricity...

Sh*t, I thought y'all was

gonna ask for like fifty racks.

Fifty thousand?

Yeah, fifty racks!

Hell yeah!

No, no, no!

- Hell yeah! Yeah.

- No. No.

PAT:
You're gonna have

to pay back fifty... no!

Snoop! We can do it for ten. It's enough.

Ten is perfect.

Ten it is then. So how

much I get back in return.

How much weed I get?

Half of everything.

What the...

Whoa, whoa!

That's weed gettin' to him.

Can I talk to you outside for a minute?

- Come here, Grown Gangsta...

- I'll be back.

...who ain't grown up yet.

Can I talk to you outside?

Give me a second. We'll be right back.

What the...

(inaudible)

Hey cuz, you see them niggas'

face when I said $50,000.

(laughing)

Goofballs.

SNOOP DOGG:
Money, homie, let's get

it, my nigga. From the top on the one.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes