My Baby's Daddy Page #5
this is G's cousin No Good.
G, why don't you introduce
No Good to my family?
No Good, this is XiXi's father,
Cha Ching.
Oh, sure.
What's up, nigga?
Yeah.
No Good.
And this is Grandma Fung-Yu.
Hi-yo.
Cha Ching.
Grandma Fung-Yu.
Yeah.
And Sing Sing, XiXi's mother.
All right.
Cha Ching.
- Grandma Fung-Yu.
- Uh-huh.
And XiXi's mama, sexy thing.
- Oh.
- Sing Sing.
Yeah.
And Bling Bling, the grandpa.
- All right. I got this, dawg.
- Okay.
Cha Ching, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Grandma Egg Foo Yong?
Fung-Yu, dawg.
Sexy thing, Miss Thing Thing.
Sing Sing!
- Bling Bling.
- Yeah.
- Ta-dow.
- Bang bang.
And over in the corner
is the hardest-working man
in the organization.
That's my man, little Dang Ling.
All right.
I got it.
Cha Ching.
Grandma Kung Fu.
Sexy Thing.
Sing Sing. Sing Sing.
- Bling Bling. Ta-dow.
- Bang bang.
And little Ding-A-Ling.
- Yeah.
- All right.
Let's eat.
Sing Sing, these
Peking duck feet is the sh*t!
You no like my cooking?
No, Mom.
"The sh*t" is a good thing.
"The sh*t" is good?
Yes.
"The sh*t" is real good,
Sing Sing.
You know, this is the first time
in two years
I ain't have to worry about
getting shanked at chow.
Don't be so sure.
What's up with your dawg?
Damn, Grandma!
That was a wet one.
- What?
- I have cable.
Whatever, little man.
On cable, every man
Dang Ling.
That's enough.
Now, go wash the dishes.
When you're done,
tell you something.
G, I want to offer you a manager
position at the market.
Yes.
You know, Cha Ching,
I really appreciate that.
But that's not
what I want to do.
Ooh, sh*t.
Being a manager is a great job.
Look, I got a job.
Boxing is not a job.
You always say that.
But I got my shot coming up,
all right?
With this promotion, we could
finally get our own place.
Yo. That would be dope.
The three of us.
Hey, brother. Hey.
Whether it's brighter
to hang around the gym
and chilling
with a bad influence like...
Like what?
Huh?
Like what?
Look, I'm not gonna give up
boxing, okay?
And I would appreciate it if you
wouldn't give up on me, either.
I'm gonna help Dang Ling
clean these dishes.
Somebody done messed up, huh?
This is for XiXi.
Okay.
Ow! Oh, sh*t!
Jab!
It's so hard now
I'm gonna do it for my baby.
I'm gonna do it for Bruce Leroy.
I'm gonna die!
This duck cheesesteak is great.
You better ask somebody.
You hear that, sucker?
G!
Back away from the duck!
Get him, Dang Ling!
Know who you're gonna see today?
Go see Daddy.
Go see Daddy.
You're gonna see Daddy.
Okay.
There you go, honey.
- What's up, gorgeous?
- Hey, Dominic.
I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to Jas.
She just ate, so she should be
ready for bed soon.
What, are you paintin' the town
with your friend Pluto?
Somethin' like that.
What about you?
Beer delivery.
You're not having
a party tonight, are you?
No, no, no, no.
It's for one of
Lonnie's experiments. Okay.
Have a good time.
- I'll be back later.
- Go. We're gonna be okay.
- Bye, pumpkin.
Bye.
- There's supposed to be four.
- Two.
We have two lights,
two regulars.
Doesn't it say right here?
I don't think we should leave.
We're goin' downstairs, man.
Come on.
We done been throwed up on,
pissed on, and pooped on.
It's time we do
some grown-up sh*t, man.
- That's right.
- All right?
- Come on.
- All right.
- Cool.
- All right.
Bye-bye.
Sleep tight, little fella.
Oh!
Anybody ever tell you
you have beautiful hair?
Come on, let's get busy.
No, no, Stacy.
Don't go in there.
We'll go in there.
Come on, Dom.
You did not bring me up here
to play with my hair.
It's foreplay, baby.
Ha ha!
Hey. Hey!
I'm gonna go check
on the kids.
All right.
What? Who?
God! Damn!
G!
- G!
- Yeah?
- The babies are gone!
- What?
I told you!
- Dom!
- Dom!
- The babies are gone!
- The babies is gone, man!
I just saw 'em
in the other room.
Bruce Leroy!
Jasmine!
- Bruce Leroy!
Move! Move!
Jasmine!
Son!
What are we gonna do?
Outside!
Outside!
- Bruce Leroy!
- Jasmine!
Carver!
Bruce Leroy!
Did you check
up in Uncle Virgil's room?
I'm dialing 911.
No, man, I still got warrants.
What?
- How?
- Bruce Leroy.
What?
Who put y'all up here?
- Carver, you know how to walk?
- Jasmine.
It's all my fault.
make sure the door was closed.
It could have been worse.
A lot worse.
This is our chance
to be fathers, man.
And we can do the right thing
right now.
Y'all in or what?
Yeah.
I'm in.
Yeah, we can do this.
For the block, boy
Take it rough
Every day it's been the same
old thing on my block
You either workin'
or you slangin'... on my block
You had to hustle
That's how we was raised
on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop
Until you made you a knot
on my block
To hang out
was the thing back then
And even when you left out,
you came back in
To my block, from Holloway,
Bellfort to Scott
We rolled in the flocks,
we know the spots
Drank all the blue dots
On your block you probably
bred a Fat Pat or Tupac
Or Big Pun or B.I.,
your homeboys from knee-high
Even when it was stormin'
outside, that... be by
That's me, dawg
On my block, I ain't have to
play the big shot
Knew me back when I was
stealin' beer from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy
he'd be trippin'
And I'd bet
My block, where everything
is everything, fa sheezy
Look, fellas, I wouldn't
believe it if I hadn't seen it
with my own former four eyes.
Two proud papas.
Daddies, even.
Fathers.
Hangin' out with their kids.
That's right.
- That's right.
That's right.
Nia's been so busy at work.
Me and Jas been gettin' to
know each other.
I heard that, man.
Yeah.
Look at him. Look at him.
Jab him!
- Hey, hey.
- Jab him.
- Carver.
- Whup his ass.
Hold your right hand up.
- Dip!
- When he drop it...
- There you go.
- Dip.
I thought you said
we was chillin' today, man.
We are.
At the store?
Look here, man.
Stop complaining, all right?
XiXi gonna get on my ass
if I don't start pulling
my weight, all right?
You need a wheelbarrow
to haul all that in.
Oh, snap!
See, this is what I'm talking
about right here.
This is what I wish
I could get for my son.
Why don't you buy it?
Man, do you know how expensive
There's diapers.
There's formula.
- Not to mention the toys.
- Wow.
Hell, man, I barely got enough
for the necessities.
I'm gonna get that, though.
Yeah, I'm gonna get that.
Right.
Diapers. Bottles.
Chips. Cool.
Damn!
Look, I left my wallet
in the car.
Hold this spot.
Don't lose it.
- Gotcha.
- All right.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Oh, hey, how you doin'?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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