Kicks Page #2

Nah, I don't wanna

f*** up my shoes.

Nigga, they're called Jordans for a reason.

He plays basketball.

Stupid ass.

ALEXA:
Who's your friend?

RICO:
Who?

Fat Albert?

No, not Fat Albert.

Who's that?

Little B?

Yeah.

Hey, Brandon!

Get your ass over here, man.

Go talk to him.

(CHUCKLES)

No, not you.

Where'd you get your shoes?

This place.

ALEXA:
I like them.

Want some?

Yeah.

Um, we're gonna go smoke and

drink in Jamica's garage later,

and probably go see a movie.

You should come.

I don't know.

Probably busy.

"Probably busy"?

What you mean?

Can I have my drink back?

No.

You gotta say you're coming,

and you have to mean it.

All right, well, I'm coming.

You gotta mean it.

I promise. Can I have it back now?

You gotta promise.

I promise.

Okay.

You better come.

You gonna put it

in her booty hole?

Brandon's gonna

get his first blow J!

(LAUGHS)

What?

Hey, you sure you don't wanna come

over and play some video games?

Watch this porn I downloaded?

Nah, I'm straight.

Come on, man.

They fart in each other's

mouths, and they like it.

It's hilarious.

You gotta watch it.

Bro, I'm cool.

RICO:
Oh!

I get it.

Nigga trying to get so

fresh, so clean, clean,

for his first kiss and sh*t.

ALBERT:
Exactly.

I've kissed a girl before.

Whatever, man. Look...

If you wanna shave your balls,

make sure you get clean strokes.

No side-to-side.

That sh*t hurts.

All right, then, y'all.

Later, nigga.

Oh, hey, hold on. What y'all

about to wear tonight?

Man, who gives a sh*t.

Wear what you want.

RICO:
Hey,

I'll race you, nigga.

ALBERT:

You ain't catching me.

(INAUDIBLE)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(TURNS OFF STEREO)

Hey, bro, you got

change for a five?

Who got them shoes for you? Your

mama got them kicks for you, bro?

Makes you straight, though?

What up, boy?

What up, boy?

Catch this nigga.

Boy! Where you going?

You're gonna be my b*tch today.

Be my b*tch today.

Hey, nigga. Hey, nigga.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, man.

Come over here.

Bring him over here.

Nigga, what the f***

you lookin' at?

Come on!

B*tch.

(GANG MEMBERS LAUGHING)

All right,

give me them kicks, boy!

What, what?

You trying to fight?

Take your shoes off, nigga!

B*tch ass lookin', ass nigga.

Stop that cryin' and sh*t.

Hey, this nigga

from school, man.

"Boo, nigga."

Yeah! Yo, hold on.

Hold on, nigga.

Smile. Smile.

Now give me them shoes, man.

Take a picture of me and

this b*tch-ass nigga!

Get in the picture, nigga!

Who you kickin', boy?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GANG MEMBERS:
Ooh!

Take them off.

Give me those kicks, boy.

Hand. Hand.!

Man, I'm coming.

Nigga, get off me.

Thank you for the kicks, nigga.

(GROANS)

RICO:
Damn!

ALBERT:
Damn!

Got your ass!

Nigga, they took

both shoes? (CHUCKLES)

Yo, that sucks.

Sh*t.

BRANDON:
How we gonna

get 'em back?

(CHUCKLES)

RICO:
Man...

Niggas get jacked every day.

You look fine to me, man.

Eat your Manchow.

And give me that sh*t!

You don't know how to roll

no goddamn blunt, nigga.

Hey, you got a hit in,

though, right?

RICO:
Yeah, right.

Look at his face.

Nigga probably handed 'em

over like a little b*tch.

ALBERT:
You know, if I was up in there...

RICO:
What?

Guess what I would have done?

What you would have done?

I would have been all up

on them niggas. What?

One by one, like, "What

up?" Like, what then?

What's up nigga...

Like, "What up..."

(RAPPING) Chin up Chest

out when it's flying time

Can't be a man if!

Let another claim mine

They crossed the line

So, Fm with it Don't approach me

Only real gonna survive

And we gonna see

That I ain't no b*tch.

You deaf, nigga? You don't

hear me talking to you?

F*** you, b*tch.

I'm right here.

You want me to whoop your

ass now, too, bro? Chill.

I'ma get my shoes back!

You ain't gonna do sh*t!

Come... Come on!

Chill! Yo, chill!

F***!

ALBERT:
Yo, yo yo!

Y'all think y'all so f***ing tough!

You trippin', man!

Chill out, man. Talking all that sh*t!

And what now?

You f***ing dumb b*tch! You don't

know where the f*** they are!

I did know one of 'em!

Flaco!

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Sh*t, man.

Y'all need to chill.

Hey, I ain't f***ing with that nigga Flaco.

That nigga's...

BRANDON:

Albert's cousin, Trev...

He know everyone.

He setup everybody out here.

Come on in, little homey.

So, what's up, little bro?

What you want?

I was wondering if you

knew a guy named Flaco.

Know where he at?

Why the f*** would a li'l

nigga like you want to know

where a crazy

nigga like Flaco at?

He took my shoes.

(LAUGHS)

Go get you some

more kicks, little bro.

You ain't getting them back.

What if he jumped you?

Erroneous. I wouldn't be in your

situation in the first place.

GLENDA:
Look...

Hit Ghost Town a few times,

and you gonna find him...

B*tch, shut the f*** up!

You shut up with

your old rude ass.

The f*** you know

where he at anyway.

Nobody was talking to you.

You should ask your

motherfucking Uncle Marlon.

Don't he stay in Oakland?

He should be

the one helping you.

Y'all family and sh*t.

Come on, bro. Get up.

Look. Look...

Look, man.

Seriously, little bro,

don't think you can just show

up alone like you did here.

For real.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, girl, I know you got a dollar on you.

Let me get a dollar.

Man, leave that lady alone.

Dollar, dollar,

dollar bill y'all.

Hey, B, what the f***, man?

Hey, bro, you got a dollar?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Shut up.

Damn, man, where'd you go?

ALBERT:
This is too small, yo.

Yeah. XL. You know me.

I'm not buying you

no condoms, nigga.

Man, how you know I can't

buy my own condoms?

'Cause you broke.

Man, f*** you. You don't

know my financial business.

Damn, dawg, your feet stanky.

So that's how it is? You

just ain't gonna talk to me?

What you think, you gonna get

your shoes back or whatever?

Not just f***ing shoes.

They J's.

And you don't f***

with another nigga's J's!

Shut up!

I would have had your back.

Damn, nigga, where you going?

Yo, where we goin'?

He ain't gon' do sh*t.

Watch me.

Hey! Hey, yo!

Hey, b*tch, where

your boy Flaco at?

Hey!

Motherf***er...

What the...

Nigga.

What the f***, nigga?

That nigga trippin, yo.

Back up, back up.

Nigga! What's up, nigga?

What's up, nigga?

Nigga, what's up, nigga!

Hit him, though.

Nigga, what you mean?

Do something... You want

me to do something, nigga?

It's good.

You ain't gon' hit him, dawg.

Do it!

B*tch, shut your ugly ass up!

Ugly ass b*tch!

Shut the... Hey,

what's up then, nigga?

WOMAN:
Don't call me

no b*tch.

Hey, when you see Flaco,

tell him I'm looking for him.

Come at me, bruh.

I'm not a b*tch.

Stop snapping with your fake-ass weave!

Shut up, b*tch!

Nigga, I don't

give a f***, nigga.

My weave realer than you, nigga!

Yo. What the f***

was that about, yo?

That punk-ass-b*tch

knows who Flaco is.

Look, man, we get it. We can get

your shoes back, all right?

You crazy, man.

Look, bro, where

the f*** is the shoes at?

We gotta get to Oakland.

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