Hustle & Flow Page #2

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- Hey, give me that bag, man.

Sh*t.

You the man. You got it going on.

It's all good.

Nigga, you advertising my sh*t

right now.

It's okay, I'm gonna

f*** with you anyhow. It's all good.

You f***ing with me already.

Hey, Stevie Wonder!

We hungry.

Motherfucking Carl Lewis

or something.

I called the power company about

getting an extension on the light bill.

They say I gotta come down there,

stand in line.

I can't be standing in line

how they do down there,

not if I got Roger with me.

You know, D?

Man, it's Skinny goddamn Black,

you know...

Hey! There goes Skinny Black, man.

Hey, Lex. Lex, come here, baby!

Look right there, look at that.

That is Skinny Black, man.

Me and him gonna be kicking it over

at Arnel's club on the Fourth of July.

- Ain't that some sh*t, huh?

- Who, you?

Yeah, me and Skinny gonna do us

some little catching up.

So am I supposed to piss myself

or something?

Okay, let's see who it is

that you know is somebody, huh?

Nobody in this here crib,

that's for damn sure.

- Where my baby, Roger, at?

- No, no, Lex, please!

I just put him to sleep, Lex!

Skinny used to DJ over at Booker T.

The same way I did at Westwood.

D, I know it's my job and all...

Ain't like he the only nigga

can spit flow.

- But why she gotta wake Roger up?

Ain't like he the only nigga

can spit some flow.

D, I need time for me too,

now.

Sh*t, I was just doing the same thing,

just over at my school.

Ask anybody, man. Go ask Carlos

on the corner, he'd tell you.

He was in my grade. Ask him.

We gotta get that extension, D.

F***. Paper money. Sh*t.

See, now, back in the day

you wouldn't even catch me

in this Bentley right here,

you'd catch me in a Crown Vic.

B*tch. Sh*t, back in the day,

- I was triple platinum. Ask anyone.

- D.

- I think I'll take a shower. Here.

- I don't give a f***, man.

- I need you to watch Roger for me.

- Hey, give him to Shug!

Shug say it's her chill time.

Come on.

When is my chill time?

Come on, man. Hey. Hey.

Hey, man. No, no, man.

The b*tch gotta go take a shower, man.

You relax your ass, man.

Come here. Come here, man.

Hey, man, you can't be

crying around like no b*tch, man.

Hey. Hey, get rid

of them tears, man.

No. Cut them tears sh*t out, man.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on. Here we go.

Here we go, man.

Come on, come on.

Let me try something.

All right, push that one.

Do that. What is this right here?

Hey, I like that, man. Do that again.

Listen to that, man.

Now, that sh*t buck, ain't it, man?

Do it again, man.

What the f*** you doing

with my boy?

- Come on, give him to me.

- We just playing.

- Give him to me.

- Come on...

- He don't need to be playing.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Every time he gets settled,

you gotta come f*** with him!

I'm telling you, you gonna

give that little boy a twitch!

Better go easy, girl.

Man can't be no open candy store.

We tight this whole week.

Put your shine on, man.

I hear this one coming.

What's happening with you, man?

Don't act scared, man,

she don't bite.

She just nibbles a little bit.

Come on... Hey, hey. Damn.

Why can't I work the motels

anymore, D? At least they got air.

At least they take a cut

is what they do.

Thirty dollars an hour

on top of what we already charging,

for what, a five-minute nut?

Taking money out of my pocket

trying to keep

your little country ass cool.

God, D, all I did was ask about a motel

and you get so ugly with me.

God, D, all I did was ask about a motel

and you get so ugly with me.

- He's coming back.

- I'm all wet and sticky.

You gonna have to put a show on

for this one.

Do that little sh*t you do

with your tongue.

Now, come on, he's coming back.

Get your mind right, okay?

Come on, come on,

come on, come on. F***.

F***, man!

How come Lex gets to work

out of that strip club, and I can't?

Because we done been over this

ten times, Nola.

You got what they call

a bad equilibrium.

And it ain't your fault,

you just knock into sh*t.

I put you on that stage

in them heels,

tricks gonna be yelling, "Timber."

I'm in heels out here every day.

You don't see me fall down once...

Because you sitting, Nola.

Ain't that much of a fall to the floor.

Lookit, why don't you just let me do

the thinking for you, okay?

You do what you do,

and you let me do what I do.

One day, you'll have to tell me

about that.

About what?

What the f*** it is you do.

What did you just say to me?

Hi, honey.

Wanna see me walk in these heels

all the way to your lap?

I'll be right there.

Looks like he got air in his car, D.

Must be working hard as you.

F*** you doing, man?

Doing my job? I got a mop for you.

Elroy, I'm having me a day

that won't quit,

so I'll need you to shed

just a little light on me, okay?

You got something for me?

Yeah. I got a grocery list for you too.

I need a...

A brick of that Big Easy bud.

What the f*** is this, man?

Got your stank all over this.

I don't even like my own sweat, D.

What the f*** is this?

Okay. Let's do it this way, then.

Let's give it some

of my sweet juices on it...

...and tell me you ain't

gonna take that.

You better watch yourself, D.

Let me get you on your way.

You cool yet?

You still into that sh*t, man?

I remember Coach Rosallis

used to let you flow

over the intercom in gym class,

back when we used to beatbox

like the Fat Boys, remember that?

Dude, man,

we went to East Middle together.

Clyde. Called me Key.

- Nigga, what's up, man?

- How you feeling, man?

Yeah, you used to spin them

little records at the after-school joints.

Yeah, yeah. It's not like I was

scratching or nothing like that.

I just made sure "Purple Rain"

got played for the ladies, that's all.

- Let me get these batteries, man.

- "Purple Rain."

Hey, give over, man. He cool. He cool.

East Middle, man.

Them was the days, man.

- Yeah, man.

- Them was the days.

I see you still doing the same.

Oh, yeah, you know,

like the post office:

- Through rain, sleet or snow.

- You looking good, though, man.

So, what, you got you

a dildo or something?

A do-what?

I mean, what's all the batteries for?

It ain't for no dildo,

I'll tell you that right now.

- I'm just f***ing with you, man.

- Okay, okay.

They for my microphones, man.

- Microphones?

- Yeah.

So, what do you do?

I told Jesus

It would be all right

If he changed my name

I told Jesus

It would be all right

If he changed my name

I told Jesus

It would be all right

If he changed

My name

- Jesus told me

- Jesus

That the world would be against me

- If he changed

- Changed my

My

Name

Hey, Shug. Shug.

Wake up.

What, I gotta watch the baby?

No, everybody asleep.

- So he kicking now, huh?

- Usually after I eat.

He real active

during the day, though.

He must get that after his daddy.

He sure don't get that from me.

Whoever that is, huh?

You know, Shug,

you and me, we got history, right?

I mean, you been tricking for me

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