Hustle & Flow

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See...

...man ain't like a dog.

And when I say "man,"

I'm talking about man

as in mankind, not man as in men.

Because men,

well, we a lot like a dog.

You know, we like to piss on things.

Sniff a b*tch when we can.

Even get a little pink hard-on

the way they do.

We territorial as sh*t, you know,

we gonna protect our own.

But man...

...he know about death.

Got him a sense of history.

Got religion.

See...

...a dog...

Man, a dog don't know sh*t

about no birthdays or Christmas

or Easter bunny, none of that sh*t.

And one day

God gonna come calling,

so, you know,

they going through life carefree.

But people like you and me, man,

we always guessing.

Wondering, "What if?"

You know what I mean?

So when you say to me,

"Hey, I don't think

we should be doing this,"

I gotta say, baby, I don't think

we need to be doing this neither,

but we ain't gonna get no move on

in this world, lying around in the sun,

licking our ass all day.

I mean, we man.

I mean, you a woman and all,

but we man.

So with this said...

...you tell me what it is

you wanna do with your life.

I don't know.

- I mean, I guess I could, like...

- Hold up a second.

What's happening with you, man?

You like what you see, huh?

Look here, baby,

it break down like this:

Twenty in the front, 40 in the back.

Hello?

Why don't you walk over there

and explain it to that motherf***er.

- Damn.

- From the D&Z sports desk,

I'm Dennis Phillippi, and the answer...

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- Nothing but a bunch of jive and junk.

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Holler at your boy, it's Hot 107. 1.

- Please! F***ing with me, man! Hey!

- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, what the hell?!

- Pull that sh*t again,

- Motherf***er, how you like that?

Boot your ass to hell.

- You heard me!

- Get the f*** up out of here.

Deranged son of a b*tch!

- You all right, Nola?

- Thanks, D.

Come on in, man. Come on in here.

Damn, man, you gotta

get some security up in here.

I'm the only

motherfucking security in here.

Sure is good

not to be cracking heads.

So, what you need, man,

a half or full O?

Ounce will do good.

Fourth coming up and all.

Righteous, man.

Hey, you remember

that sticky herb you brung up

to my brother's house for playoffs?

Yeah, I remember that sh*t.

That ain't this, now, man.

We talking about... That's

a whole other zip-up bag on that.

That's f***ing prime product

right there.

We got some big company

coming in here for the Fourth.

Thought you may want

to get you some money.

- Big company?

- Yeah.

- Like what?

- You know Skinny Black?

Skinny Black.

Yeah, that...

Yeah, I know who Skinny is, man.

I know Skinny from

way back in the day.

See, I know Skinny

when he was hustling

his underground tapes

down at the drive-in,

out the back of his Cutlass.

Not no more he ain't.

Last one he put out went platinum.

- Platinum?

- Yeah.

- That's more special than gold, right?

- But he's still in Memphis.

He and his brother Tigga hook up with

their friends every Fourth of July.

I shut the place down,

make it all private for them.

And they just buy me out.

- Bullshit.

- No sh*t.

Yo, Skinny rolling like that, man?

Best get your ass up here

with that good sh*t.

Those boys don't want

none of this dirt weed.

So you're trying

to hurt my feelings, right?

- Just trying to help out a friend.

- For sure, man.

All right, all right, all right,

goddamn it,

we're going into a 2-for-1

for all you balling motherfuckers.

You gonna love this sh*t.

These lovely ladies will be doing

two dances for the price of one.

We got Luscious, we got Phoebe

and we got Lexus

coming up to satellite one.

- Mike.

- What up, D?

- What's happening, baby?

- Wet out there, huh?

Yeah, sorry, man.

- It's like a motherf***er.

- All right.

Hey, baby.

- Hey, where Lex at?

- Over there on satellite one.

Don't miss out. Take advantage.

We got Monique coming up

on satellite one.

- You'll love this, 2-for-1.

- What the f***? Will you let me...

These lovely ladies will be giving you

two dances for the price of one.

- Come here. Excuse me, daddy.

- Don't you see me on a hustle?

- Where you at?

- I ain't at sh*t.

- I was on my third dance.

- Don't tell me...

You think I can just run up in here,

snap my fingers

and make these motherfuckers

throw their money at me?

- Watch your motherfucking tone...

- I ain't even made payout yet!

This one is pretty good.

My motherfucking house

got broken into too, b*tch.

- Hell, no.

- Hell, yeah, they kicked

both my doors in, girl. Stole the last

pound of hydro weed for the party.

You hear that?

That's my gut saying,

"Hurry the f*** up," okay?

- Come on.

- Look at this.

Hell, no. Look at this sh*t. What

the f*** you call that, the clapper?

Lights on, lights off. Don't play.

I'm gonna roll tonight.

I don't care what you say, D,

I ain't working day shift no more.

I don't care if I got to

take me a taxi ride home.

- You gonna work if I say you gonna.

- I ain't working with these skank-ass,

- trucker-bait ho's no more.

- Kiss my ass.

- B*tch, f***ing take my sh*t again.

- Sh*t don't make no sense.

If I'd known y'all was gonna take your

sweet f***ing time, I'd have come in.

Trudy says she made $500

last night, $500, you heard me?

- B*tch got that birthmark on her face?

- Five hundred dollars

for dancing for some man

who makes cotton.

- What she do for him? She tricking.

- It ain't fair.

I'm tricking! I ain't making $500.

- What the hell, fool?!

- Hey!

- D. Djay.

- Get your ass away from our car.

- What the f***'s wrong with you?

- Hey, D!

- It's only me, it's Harold.

- Get the f*** away from my car!

- It's me, Harold, Djay.

- Get away from my car, man.

- It's your dog.

- You're lucky as sh*t,

that's normally my barrels

under my f***ing seat, motherf***er.

- It's Djay, nigga!

- Okay, Djay, I didn't mean no harm.

You got any of

that crankity-crank sh*t?

Nigga, I'm gateway mother... Man,

don't waste my time on no bullshit.

Wait, wait, wait. Check this out.

Check this out.

Check this out.

What can I get for this?

You think I look like

a pawnshop, man?

Is that...? I got "pawnshop"

written on my forehead?

Come on, Djay, f*** with me.

- F*** with me, Djay.

- Where you get it?

You know the business.

- You took that sh*t from little kids?

- No, none of that, man.

I used to play this thing myself,

all the time.

- That sh*t work?

- Man, like a pro!

Let me see that motherf***er, man.

Yeah, man, I used to have

one of these when I was a little kid.

- Sh*t wasn't as big, though.

- But that's bigger and better.

F*** with me, now, D.

- F*** with me, Djay!

- Shut the f*** up, man.

- Nigga, I'll give you a quarter for it.

- A quarter?

Man, you mean a half and some. I can

get more than that at the pawnshop.

Take that sh*t to the pawnshop,

let's see what you get.

No, take it over there, man.

Give them your thumbprint.

- You on. You got it, you got it.

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