Hustle & Flow Page #4

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like a puzzle.

So, you know...

I wish there was something

I could do.

You know, just...

Sh*t, baby, you my whole operation.

You might be what they call a...

Like, a primary investor, you know?

Making this sh*t happen

one trick at a time.

- Hey, Nola.

- What?

Remember when I first met you?

Right where I found you at?

Remember, you was at the truck stop?

Smallest little lot lizard I'd ever seen,

tricking them truckers for change.

But you had balls, man.

Big gorilla balls.

I got love for you, Nola.

Big love.

And I ain't talking about a way a man

love a woman or nothing like that.

I'm talking about like a brother.

Hey, do me a favor.

I want you to put your hands

right here. Both of them.

Now, I'm gonna put

my hands here too.

Know what this means?

What?

It means we in charge.

It means we got our hands

on the wheel. We in charge.

Not them tricks out there, man.

We in charge.

I wanna hear you say it...

...so I can believe in you

the same way you believe in me.

We in charge.

That's the best you can do?

Say it like you mean it.

We in charge.

You said you was all right with this.

It's what you wanna hear, right?

So let's just drop it.

No, Yevette.

I wanna hear what you really think.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

You say that,

but I know you wanna hear what you

want, so that's what I'm gonna say.

I'm sick and tired of people telling me

what I'm thinking,

like I don't know my

own goddamned mind.

Don't you dare take that tone

with me, Clyde, okay?

- I have supported you in everything...

- We already discussed this!

All right, fine! I'm thrilled!

Okay? Thrilled.

What woman wouldn't want

her husband spending all his time

in a house full of ho's?

What's all this sh*t again?

Drink holders.

Poor man's soundproofing.

So you ain't so dumb, huh?

- D?

- What?

There's someone at the door for you.

Well, sh*t, baby, you know my rates.

- I don't think he want no weed.

- Then wake Nola's ass up.

- I don't think he want that either.

- Sh*t, man.

We have to come up with some

f***ing rules in this house!

- Well, if you just tell me not to

- I wanna put a red light bulb up there

- answer the door, that's fine with me.

- To say I'm working.

- It ain't for me!

- Every time I'm f***ing working,

y'all come and bothering me.

Hey, man.

You Mormons is some

brave motherfuckers.

No, I'm Shelby.

Okay, you Shelby.

All right, look.

Hey, turntable's set up,

and the mixer that D got

has room for four inputs.

- Cool. You got a power strip?

- Oh, we tight.

How many outlets you need?

- Three. I brought my MPC.

- Smart move.

Hey, Key.

Let me holler at you

for a second, man.

- What's up, man?

- Who the f*** is this nigga, man?

That's Shelby. He play piano

down in my church.

You know, I figure we bring him in,

help him develop our sound.

You know he white, right?

No, he just light-skinned.

Yo, peep. I got this sh*t right here

that...

I keep this notepad

so that I can just jot down some sh*t.

It's something...

Get the f*** out of here, man.

It go like this, man.

Y'all sure y'all don't wanna, like,

burn one first, man?

No, man. We can toke up later.

Let's hear what you got.

Fine, man. I got...

Okay.

I bet you won't beat that b*tch

Whoop that b*tch

Got me acting buck and sh*t

Ho's telling me to calm down

But I'm like, "F*** that sh*t"

I'm already on that Hpnotiq

And that Grey Goose

A couple of shots of Hen

That just gave me a...

What the f*** wrong?

You don't like that sh*t?

- No, D, look.

- I got other sh*t, man.

- No, look... It's okay, man.

- I think that's tight.

It's just that we want radio play, right?

You got a song called

"Beat That B*tch,"

they might hear that

and think that's degrading.

But that's if you're calling

a woman a b*tch.

This sounds like a

tearing-the-club-up song.

Man, I ain't trying to call no ho

no b*tch.

Yeah, I mean, besides,

most of the b*tches I know are guys.

Look, man, y'all preaching to the choir,

all right?

If you had to say something different,

other than "beat that b*tch,"

what would you say?

I don't know. Sh*t. Stuff like...

"Stomp that ho."

- Who gonna play that?

- F***.

- Sh*t, "whoop that trick."

- No, no, no.

- Go back.

- What?

- "Whoop that trick."

- That's it.

- Like what?

- Like a chant, man.

- Whoop that trick

- Whoop that trick?

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Oh, sh*t, man, yeah.

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Come on, Shel, find it, man. Find it.

Speed it up. Speed it up.

There you go.

I like that clap.

Not bad to be light-skinned, huh?

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Go!

I'ma make these suckers

Recognize I ain't playin', ho

If you violate off the top

Trick, you gotta go

I done held in a lot of sh*t

And I'm 'bout to flip

Now I think it's time to show

You b*tches who you f***in' with

Djay, that's the name

And I came to bring the pain

Ana on my chest got me

Bustin' at you lemon lames

You ain't know

You f***in' with a street nigga

From the gutter

Pimp-type/drug dealer

Born and raised in the M

Memphis, Tennessee

Before it's said and done

You b*tches gonna remember me

It's only the beginning

I got a lot to say

It's been a long time

And you got hell to pay

Ain't no love, ho

Just bring it to the door

I bar none let my nuts

Hang to the floor

So if you want some

This is your death wish

Better come correct

Because I came to break you off, b*tch

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

Whoop that trick

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

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- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

- Whoop that trick

- Get 'em

Whoop that trick

Okay, let's go smoke that joint.

It's nice to have company, huh?

Thank you.

See, the thing is...

And I believe this, man... . Rap is

coming back home to the South.

- Yeah, man.

- Because this, man...

This is where it all began.

Heavy percussion, repetitive hooks,

sexually suggestive lyrics.

Man, it's all blues, brother.

"Back Door Man" to

"Back That Ass Up."

It's all about pain and...

And p*ssy.

Sorry, baby. And making music, man.

With simple tools,

by any means necessary.

You've got to get what you got to say

out because you got to.

Every man, you know

what I'm saying?

Every man has the right,

the goddamn right...

...to contribute a verse.

- Number one for hip-hop. This

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