Kicks Page #5

Over some sh*t you

started over some shoes.

How you get your shoes back?

Flaco house.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, snap.

Look at your big, swingin' dick.

Maybe I was wrong about you.

You gon' be all right

after all, sh*t.

You think so?

No, you probably

still gonna die.

At least you let

him know where you at.

Let me see 'em.

Yeah, boy.

Had me a pair just like

those back in the day.

Go home now.

For real this time.

Wait.

You gon' need that, bro.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You like those, J?

FLACO:
That's my boy.

Come on, J. Hold my hand.

Where we going now?

To get your shoes back.

But we just got some

shoes, and I like 'em.

That's not the point.

Just 'cause you small don't mean

you let other niggas

f*** with you. Right?

Right?

You remember that kid you

let come in our house,

take our sh*t?

Now it's your turn to show

him who the f***in' man is.

A'ight? You could

do that, J?

Yeah.

A'ight.

Don't worry, J.

I'm gonna help you.

Hey.

Can I play?

You're not worried

about your shoes?

I'm working on my

left right now, so...

I bought you guys some stuff.

ALBERT:
Bring any snacks?

No.

I got you some protections.

ALBERT:
Let me

see them shits.

Yeah. See, these are

the right size.

'Cause you know,

my dick is huge as f***,

so like the other kinds cut off

circulation around my balls and sh*t.

You're not supposed to wear the

condom around your balls. (LAUGHS)

Shut up. You don't

have big dick problems.

You know this don't

change sh*t, right?

You don't got nothing to say?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

ALBERT:
Yo, Rico,

we gonna play?

RICO:
Nah, nigga,

I don't feel like it.

JEREMIAH:
(SINGING) Stupid,

get stupid, get stupid

Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

Come on, go stupid with me

Where you learn that song?

From you.

Hey.

You ever

Spider-Man a ho?

What?

Come on, nigga. Spider-Man.

(SIGHS)

Okay, so you're

with a b*tch, right...

You ain't never with no b*tches.

Let me tell my story.

After you in the booty hole,

you know, from behind.

RICO:
All right.

ALBERT:
Yeah.

Anyway, so you

about to bust, right?

Right before you pull out,

you spit on her back,

so she thinks you busted.

But you really

busted in your hand.

And when the b*tch

turns around...

What, nigga?

What, man?

(INAUDIBLE)

F***!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

FLACO:
Come on, J!

Hurry UP!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Hustle!

RICO:
He's right behind you!

ALBERT:
I saw him.

BRANDON:
Even when I dream...

I dream about getting chased.

Sometimes I wish

I had a spaceship.

Just hang out in space

where it's quiet.

And no one can f*** with me.

F*** you, b*tch!

Get up, nigga!

Bring that sh*t!

I dare you, nigga!

Do something else!

Get up!

Do something!

Get back down.

I dare you, nigga.

Do something else!

I dare you.

FLACO:
Boy, give me

that gun, Jeremiah.

Give me the gun, Jeremiah.

J!

Hey, bruh.

Keep your f***ing shoes.

My bad, J.

My bad, J.

My bad.

Damn!

Damn!

My nigga.

Need some help, bro?

You good?

F***.

Turn him around.

(SPITS)

Oh, f***.

Sh*t.

Come on, man.

Come on.

Sh*t, man. That nigga

f***ed you up.

You all right, B?

Oh...

ALBERT:
I saw that nigga Flaco

face though. (CHUCKLES)

Lookin' like mine.

You definitely got a hit in.

You a man now.

For real.

What we gon' do now?

Same sh*t we do every day.

BRANDON:
(RAPPING) I used to have

the trey-deuce and the deuce-deuce

In my bubblegoose

Now I got the Mac in my knapsack

Loungin' black, smoking

sacks Up in Ac's

And Sidekicks with my

sidekicks Rockin' fly kicks

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