Havoc
So you want to know about us?
'Bout kids from the Palisades?
That's easy, right?
Our parents moved
to the ocean...
and built walls
facing the other way.
They... send us
to private school.
They hire rent-a-cops
with uniforms...
and make them drive around
in little Ford Escorts, see?
This sends a powerful message.
There's us and there's them...
inside the circle and out.
We live very sheltered lives.
# Straight up off the block
# From the school
of hard knocks #
# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell #
# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics #
# You want some static,
can't top that #
# Straight up off the block
# From the school
of hard knocks #
# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell #
# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics #
# You want some static,
can't top that #
# Look, don't even
bring it my way #
# It's like gettin' an atheist
# A waste of time,
a wasted mind #
# Found a side from the waist
to raise the nine #
# See, I'll make your soul
rise and shine #
# In the middle of the night
# Runnin' towards that light #
# In the coupe, looking right #
# How you in your afterlife,
lookin' back in hindsight #
# Here, nigga,
you got that iffy flow #
# If he flow a little better,
he might make a little dough #
# I'm a businessman,
f*** a rap star #
# What's the point
of sellin' millions #
# If you got to
rent a car? #
# Nah, it's the bishop,
no, not the deacon #
# I've been this way since
Doc Dre was rockin' sequins #
# Bad for the cause #
# And the thugs,
why they beefin'? #
# Bustin' them slugs,
and niggas die every weekend #
# Straight up off the block,
with that Glock cocked #
# From the school
of hard knocks #
# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell #
# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics... #
So we dress gangsta.
We talk sh*t. So what?
It's our thing.
See, basically,
the thing to remember...
is that... well,
none of it really matters.
We're just teenagers,
and we're bored.
We are totally...
f***in'...
bored.
How long have you identified
with gangsta culture?
I mean, I hate f***ing...
rich-ass white culture.
Sh*t's f***ing wack.
You know?
So, are you guys just wiggers,
trying to borrow from the blacks?
Nah, the whole world jocks, sonny.
It's, like, all the good sh*t
came from black people.
Do you like anything white?
Yeah. Yeah, like my skinny
white ass, player.
Yo. F***in' interview's over.
Let's go!
# Desperate times
# You can bring anybody, dawg,
I'll take whoever #
# If you wanna f*** with us,
get your sh*t together #
# But I don't think
you wanna f*** with me #
# Desperate times
and desperate measures #
# You can bring anybody, dawg,
I'll take whoever #
# If you wanna f*** with us,
get your sh*t together... #
What's up, dawg?
Little rich b*tches.
Yo, first things first, 'cause someone
f***in' keyed my car...
and your f***in' b*tch-ass name
keeps comin' up.
I f*** something up,
I'm gonna f*** you up...
not your f***in' ride.
Oh, dang, excuse me, ma'am.
I should be talkin'
to your b*tch instead, right?
Huh? She wasn't talkin'
to Toby then.
What's the smell?
Damn, girl, close your legs!
Your ho looked a lot better
when she was down on her knees.
Ho ho ho ho!
You did not
do that to my boyfriend.
Sh*t, son! I guess maybe...
you should've let your b*tch fight
for you, you know what I mean?
Oh, sh*t! It's on now!
I'm gonna f*** you up!
Stop! Uhh!
Who you f***ing with?
You f***in' b*tch!
Alli! Alli!
What's up?
B*tch!
Get the hell off her!
Uhh!
Go, go, Alli!
- Whoo, whoo!
- Go, go!
Go!
Come on!
Everyone all right?
You all right?
Go! Go! Go!
F*** you!
Come on, son.
This is a Sunday.
I been livin' up here in my head
for so long, it's, like...
I can talk to my own God.
But y'all motherfuckers
can't feel.
Hey, Eric. Good party.
Thanks. Well,
the lease is up next month...
and most of the furniture
is in Chicago with my mom.
No one's gonna notice anything.
So that means you're not coming
back to school with us?
Eww!
How's it going over here?
Are you all right?
Oh.
I'm just a...
little sick.
No problem. I mean...
I feel really good.
That's good.
See? At least now
you know your limit. That's...
Heh!
Oh, man.
Eww! Ehh!
- That's so gross.
- Yeah, girl.
Gotta pace yourself.
Ha ha.
Hey, get skinny
the west side way.
At Camp Palisades, our smack diet
is guaranteed to slim you down.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Ha ha ha.
Watch yourself, boy.
Watch myself. I'll do that.
Just for you, Allison.
Damn, high as sh*t!
Ha ha!
So, have you, um...
decided what your...
thing is on...
the big docudrama?
Yeah, it's on
what it means to be us.
Sh*t, son, you're not one of us.
You're the video boy.
Ha ha ha ha.
What it means to be you,
what it means to be wiggers.
What does it mean?
Aw, come on.
You don't really want
to know about that.
Yeah, I do, actually.
I mean, today,
kids were gettin' hurt.
Why? For what reason, you know?
Please.
Teenagers think
they'll live forever.
Don't you know?
Well, yeah, but that doesn't
answer my question.
Yeah, well,
maybe it's a stupid question.
Ahem.
# Hey, yo, hey, yo,
it's spittin'... #
# Yo, it's spittin' lines #
# They yanked,
and it be over... #
# F*** it,
I leave you face-down #
# You ashamed
'cause y'all be sober #
# If it's what y'all want #
# Then y'all can
bask in my... my light #
Ha ha!
# Then y'all can bask in... #
- Ha ha!
- # And if it's... #
Hey, Toby?
# How do you want it? #
# How do you feel? #
# Comin' up as a nigga
in the cash game #
# Livin' in the fast lane,
now for real #
Better go get it, dawg.
# How do you want it? #
# How do you feel? #
# Comin' up as a nigga
in the cash game #
# Livin' in the fast lane,
now for real #
That's my b*tch.
I'm his b*tch. Yo.
Yeah, Ghetto T.
You like that, don't you?
Yeah.
You're so f***in' hot.
Ahh.
Oh... ha ha.
Damn, girl.
Hahh...
Sh*t!
Oh... ah!
So, uh...
Westsi-i-i-ide.
How are things at home
with Alli?
You know, the home life.
I don't know.
They're cool, I guess.
I mean, her mom's pretty open
about the whole recovery thing.
Yeah. You know,
plenty of parents get sober.
I mean, her moms,
she's always working...
like some twelve-step
or whatever.
I don't know.
I think she's, like,
into art now or something.
There was a time
that, like...
you know,
Alli would come home...
and she'd find her mom,
like, passed out...
and she'd have to call
an ambulance and sh*t.
She was... she was f***ed up.
But... that was a long time ago.
She's fine now.
My pops' in A.A.
With the f***in' Sex Pistols.
I mean, that's the kind of sh*t
that could make a guy question...
like... like, what's really good?
Oh, you poor thing.
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