Honey: Rise Up and Dance Page #4

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- Okay. Well...

I'll leave you two dancers

to do what dancers do.

I gotta get to work.

I'll see you later, okay, babe?

- All right.

- All right. I'll see you soon.

- See ya, Tosh.

- Bye.

- Oh, you was dancin', all right.

- You so petty.

Listen up.

We got a lot of work to do

between now and Dance World.

Only if we make it

into the finals

do we get

to the one-on-one battles.

As you know, I can only send

one dancer into the battle,

who will represent

for the entire crew.

As our soloist,

I have chosen Maya.

I'm ready. You know I am.

Good, 'cause we

countin' on you.

And five, six, seven, go.

I don't know what you do...

Who's that?

Ah!

- Tyrell?

- So what?

- You gave Tyrell your number?

- He asked for it.

No. Don't you ever call me

easy ever again, Skyler.

- No, no, stop, stop.

- Uh-uh.

No, he wants me to come check

out an underground battle.

Oh. Well,

that sounds dope, Sky.

Exactly.

So you comin' or not?

I would come with you, but I

don't wanna be a third wheel.

I don't mind being third wheel.

I'm into sharing.

No, thanks. I'm not.

Besides, it's not a date.

Okay, if it's not a date, why you

not askin' Luke to go with you?

Because Luke don't even like dance music.

Plus, I wanna check it out.

Okay. You don't need my permission, girl.

Go have fun.

Hey, if you change your mind,

I'm still up for it.

No, thanks, Jamaica.

- Hey, don't knock it till you try it.

- Ooh!

- Did he just say what I think he said?

- We're not gonna address that.

- Okay.

- We gonna move past it like he didn't say it.

No gyal can tell me

'Bout my mother

Sixteen shot

We go longer than a ladder

Them no fi talk

'Bout the real Don dada

Put body in a pot

Them a bun like grabba

No boy can diss me

Or my mother

Round here ain't safe

Everybody need armor

Sixteen shot

We go shotta any brotha

Rah-ta, rah-ta

Ka-ka, ka-kah, ka-kah

Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah

You couldn't be badder

Than a King stony

Diss my mother

Then your skin start bleed

So don't bother mess

With my mommy

With my mommy, with my mommy

Baby, think you bad

Say ya badder than she

I dog a-go bark

Long time them don't eat

Rap on, pop off

Make you move like freak

They say them a gangsta

But so is Mommy

They gon' put hands

On a chick

They gon' put hands on her

Eyes watchin' when I comin'

Through the door

No gyal can tell me

'Bout my mother

Sixteen shot

We go longer than a ladder

Them no fi talk

'Bout the real Don dada

Put body in a pot

Them a bun like grabba

No boy can diss me

Or my mother

Round here ain't safe

Everybody need armor

Sixteen shot

We go shotta any brotha

You should go out there

and do your thing.

What, you want me

to battle her?

Rah-ta, rah-ta

Why not? What's the worst

that could happen?

Well, first,

I can't dance in heels.

Second,

she'll hand me my ass.

Don't think. Just do.

Feel it.

I don't know. I...

You got this.

No gyal can tell me

'Bout my mother

Sixteen shot

We go longer than a ladder

Them no fi talk

'Bout the real Don dada

Put body in a pot

Them a bun like grabba

No boy can diss me

Or my mother

Round here ain't safe

Everybody need armor

Sixteen shot

We go shotta a brotha

Rah-ta, rah-ta

Ka-kah-, ka-kah, ka-kah

Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah

Get one shot

If them think them a man

Get two shot

If them feel them a don

Get three shot

If them take me for idiot

Take four shot This a

couple shot Know that

Get five shot if anybody

What think them hard

Straight, head thump

Ya must drop

If you hit up

The da-da-da-don

Bullets gon' hit you

Wherever you are

No gyal can tell me

'Bout my mother

Sixteen shot

We go longer than a ladder

Round here ain't safe

Everybody need armor

Sixteen shot

We go shotta any brotha

Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta

Ta-ta, ta-ta-ta

- You were sick out there.

- I lost out there.

What do you mean? You battled

the biggest dancer in the city,

and you held your own.

Really?

You think I did okay?

You think I'd lie to you?

You hear the crowd?

They screamin' for you.

See what happens when you

get out your own head?

Told you. Come on.

Oh, it's complicated

Oh, some say it's overrated

Yo, let me get

a blue raspberry, large.

- That's a Slurpee.

- All right. One second.

Skyler,

customer out front.

- Skyler!

- What?

Customer?

Waitin' out front?

Hey, Tyrell.

- Those were some dope moves you were workin' on.

- Who, me?

You don't gotta be humble.

You dope with it.

Thanks.

What time you off?

- We can head to my studio.

- You got your own dance studio?

It's not like Honey, but it's somewhere

where I can work on my moves

and get better.

Well, that sounds cool, but I

just wanna be honest with you.

- I do have a boyfriend.

- I figured.

And that's cool, 'cause I'm

talkin' strictly dancin'.

You a good dancer.

You could be great.

I just wanna

help you with that.

And what do you get

out of all of this?

I'm not gonna lie. Workin' with

you makes me a better dancer.

I could show you

some things.

That's the whole deal.

Well, I get off at 4:00.

I'll see you then.

This is it.

This is...

really different.

Not exactly

what you was expectin'?

No, but not in a bad way.

This is dope.

Yeah, the owner hired me

to manage the compound

and to take the rent

from the artists who use it.

In return, he lets me

use this space to rehearse.

Let me see you freestyle.

I don't know. It's just usually

easier when there's a crowd.

Don't be shy.

It's just me watchin'.

- Nah.

- Nah?

I'll go first.

Follow along

when you're ready.

Yeah.

Start off slow.

Get into the space.

Tease the crowd.

I walk up

Now you mad at me

I took your dope

Now you mad at me

I told her she done

Now she mad at me

Look at y'all face

Y'all mad at me

Everybody on my side

Mad at me

Everybody on your side

Mad at me

What I'm supposed to do

When you're mad at me?

Let 'em hate, let 'em hate

Let 'em hate, let 'em hate

I walk up

Now you're mad at me

I took your dope

Now you're mad at me

I told her she done

Now she mad at me

Look at y'all face

Y'all mad at me

Everybody on my side

Mad at me

Everybody on your side

Mad at me

What I'm supposed to do

When you're mad at me?

Let 'em hate, let 'em hate

Let 'em hate, let 'em hate

I got stayin' at you mad

I do not have to brag

The look on your face

Make me laugh

Pop-pop-pop

Change the grill

I just might change the world

I jump Tupac for real

Not bad.

But you got a lot more

in you.

Oh, sh*t. I'm gonna be

late for Pulsar rehearsal.

I'll get you there on time.

We're here.

Thanks a lot. I had fun.

It was a good start, Sky,

but you got

a lot more work to do.

Whatever you say, coach.

I gotta go.

Okay, Skyler, girl.

I see you.

Well done, everyone.

Nice rehearsal.

Oh, my God. That girl in

that video was not all that.

- She don't look better than me though.

- Skyler?

Skyler.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Oh, sure.

Close the door.

I see you've

got some new moves.

I wasn't tryin' to show off, Miss J.

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