Hustle & Flow Page #5

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your man Boogaloo in the house.

North Memphis,

throw your thumbs up.

South Memphis,

let's get ready to kick it.

I got this hot joint from my man,

Al Kapone.

"Get Crunk, Get Buck." It's hot.

- Do you just do music?

- Hey, man.

Do you got, like, a regular kind of job,

a day job?

Yeah, I got a job.

I restock vending machines.

- Really?

- Yeah, you know,

soda, candy, microwave popcorn.

All that sh*t.

- That's cool.

- No, it's not cool.

- Why?

- Because

I gotta get up every day

at the crack

and head out to all the truck stops

on the interstate

before I head to the high schools.

Yeah, I'm alone all day,

and I smell like...

Like sticky buns and Skittles.

I thought my job sucked, but...

Hey, man.

So this Skinny Black sh*t, that's real?

Look, man, because even if he

does listen to what we got, man,

we still don't know what he gonna do,

you know what I mean?

It's a one-in-a-million shot, D.

If I can pimp $20 ho's out the back

of this motherfucking Chevy,

I can pimp Skinny.

Nigga, you just get me

where I gotta be at.

I'm telling you, this dog got him

some tricks, man.

- You mean "old dog," right?

- I didn't mean it like that, man.

My wife, man, she a...

She a good woman.

She feeds me.

She get freaky on my birthday.

- What she do?

- None of your business.

But sometimes I feel, man, like...

Like I talked such a good game

when we was young, man,

about my own studio

and my own label that...

Sh*t, Djay,

now I'm just paying rent, man.

This sh*t right here, it gotta work.

It gotta work, man,

because it ain't over for me.

I am so sick and tired of you trying

to tell me what to do with my boy.

That's my son! You go on and

have your little baby, then you can do

- whatever you want!

- Lex, stop yelling.

My p*ssy paid for this.

I should be mad.

Lookie, lookie, who just decided

to waltz on in.

Where the hell you been at, Djay?

You know, I been standing outside

three hours.

Finally just went on ahead,

took myself a taxi ride.

Spent up all my little monies.

So I really hope you ain't expecting

sh*t from me today!

- Right back to your toys.

- You should go.

You know what, Djay?

You ain't never gonna be nothing more

than what you is right now,

and that's my motherfucking

chauffeur.

I make the money up in here.

Know what? Matter of fact,

I think I feel like

making me some money right now.

Feel like popping my p*ssy,

maybe shaking my ass.

Go on, boy. Go on, get my car for me.

You heard me. Go on, now, little b*tch.

- What the f*** you just say to me?

- That's right, keep...

- What the f*** you call me?

- Called you a motherfucking b*tch!

Now, do something about it, damn it!

Do something!

You and me...

...we done, okay?

We done.

You know what?

We been done.

And there you go,

running off to your little toys.

Because you ain't nothing

but a little punk-ass b*tch!

- Lex, please back off.

- Just shut the f*** up!

Wasted five years of my damn life

working in this piece-of-sh*t hole.

So, what now? That's my sh*t!

What, you just gonna

throw my stuff out?

Oh, out the door! Hey, Djay!

You just leave my sh*t alone!

I paid for that...

No! No! No!

- I paid for this sh*t!

- F***! Come here.

- Now!

- Djay, no!

- Get the f*** off me! Get off me!

- No! No! Djay, no!

Talk now!

- Hey. Hey, come here.

- No, please, D.

Let go. Let go.

Come on. Come on.

Where in the f*** do you

expect me to go?

You can go to hell, all I give a f***.

Y'all make him pay!

All right, man.

This is what I got so far.

Man, it seems like I'm duckin'

Dodgin' bullets every day

Niggas hatin' on me

'Cause I got ho's on the blade

But I gotta stay paid

Gotta stay above water

Couldn't keep up with my ho's

That's when sh*t got harder

North Memphis, where I'm from

I'm Seventh Street bound

Where niggas all the time

End up lost and never found

These gals take me through things

Leave a big headache

I'm hopin' every night

They don't end up being dead weight

Hold on. Hold on, one second.

My bad.

Baby.

Look, I'm in a session right now,

all right?

- What time you coming home?

- I can't give you that time.

If I give it to you,

you're gonna hold me to that.

- I don't see why you can't give a time.

- Because I'm not gonna do it.

L... Look...

If you just let me talk, I can be able

to tell you that I can't do it...

Because I said so, that's why!

You ready to work, lover-boy?

Hey, Shelby,

bring that beat back, man.

From the top.

You know what? Just kill it.

F***, man.

I got this flow I need to spit.

Look, look, Djay.

Now, we gonna have to make

a choice, man.

Either we just gonna lay down

some freestyle freefall,

or we gonna lay down a track.

You know, something that's gonna

get us some radio play.

I thought that's what we was doing

right here.

No, no, no. What we doing

is a whole bunch of flow.

That's all we doing.

And it just go on and on and on.

Man, the sh*t don't ever stop.

Yeah, D, what he's saying is that

we ain't got a hook.

Well, sh*t, give it some hook, then!

I mean, f***, you the producer, man.

You just tell me what

you want me to do, then.

We need to lay down something,

Djay. Anything. Even if it's sh*t.

And I keep telling you, I ain't putting

no sh*t on top of no sh*t, man.

I ain't trying to sell no cash sh*t here.

Well, that's the wonder of audiotape,

Djay. We can just record over sh*t.

Go on, bring it back up, Shel.

- Go on, bring it up!

- You need some ass, nigga?

- What?

- Because I got a room full of p*ssy

right in there for you.

- F*** you, Djay.

- Oh, f*** me?

- Yeah, f*** you.

- No, no, f*** Yevette, man.

Because she the one got your ass

wound up like a motherfucking clock.

Look here, you dirt-rascal pimp,

you keep my wife's name out

your mouth, you hear me?

- Hey, guys, come on, keep it light.

- Sound like your wife,

she the one need to put something

in her motherfucking mouth.

- You know what I'm saying?

- F*** you say, man?

- You heard me, nigga!

- What the f*** you say, man?

- That's what!

- Stop it, man! Sit down!

- What?! What?!

- What's up, man?!

Can you please stop it?

Do we have to do this?

Can't we just smoke a joint,

for chrissake?!

- Who is it?

- It's me, Shug.

- Look, b*tch, we working right now!

- I got something for you.

Come on, man.

Sorry to interrupt y'all's

recording session,

but they had this interview

with Skinny Black on TV

and look like he had one of these

in his studio where he uses,

so I thought I'd go out

and buy you one.

Y'all have fun.

That's a bottom b*tch for you.

I mean, we got everything we need

right here.

And all this stuff in this...

This little-bitty space, man,

it just looks so much bigger now.

I'm here trying to squeeze a dollar

out of a dime,

and I ain't even got a cent, man.

It takes time, Djay.

Do y'all believe in omens?

Okay, Shug, put your headphones on.

- Move closer to the mike.

- Okay.

Can you hear yourself?

- Say something.

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