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It's cool with me man.

Whatever you say.

"...if you think I'm gonna work for a piece

of sh*t Mexican ass motherf***er like you."

- Hell, no.

- For what?

So I can end up like this?

You're f***ing crazy.

So I looked him dead in the eyes,

and I said what any real motherf***er

would have said.

What did you say?

Yes, sir.

Sh*t, I ain't stupid, now.

A Cali connect, exactly what I needed.

And that's what I'm talking about.

Yo, baby! Yo, that's him right there!

- Ain't that him?

- Sh*t!

Oh, sh*t! That's gotta be him.

That's gotta be him, yo.

- Give me the shotgun. This motherf***er...

- Here.

Stay your ass in the car! You hear me?

Stay in the car!

Stay in the car!

Where's my sh*t, motherf***er?

Sir, do you have an account with NDA?

Don't be playing with me.

You know what the f*** I'm talking about.

F*** that sh*t.

Okay. Okay. All right. All right.

Listen. Listen. Just hold tight.

Just don't report me. You can take that.

You done sold that sh*t already?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't...

Oh!

- No, you don't know what the...

- No.

You know what the f*** I'm talking about!

Huh?

- Don't lie to me!

- Chi.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't know?

- No.

- No? Okay.

Listen, we don't keep cash in the truck.

You can just take this because it's all I got.

What the f*** is this? Huh?

Fake gold.

- I don't wear fake gold.

- I wasn't trying to insult you.

- Turn around! Now!

- Okay. Okay. I'm turning around.

- All the way.

- Chi?

- What?

- What the hell are you doing here?

You were taking too f***ing long.

- Turn around.

- You said all the way.

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry, okay.

Chi.

- What? What?

- I don't even think that's him.

What do you mean that's not him?

- That's not him.

- It's not me.

Chi, just relax.

- It's cool.

- Now what? What now?

Let's get the hell out of here.

What about this?

Take that sh*t. I'll rock it.

Can I say one thing?

- What?

- No disrespect. No disrespect.

I like your outfit. You look very nice.

I like your shoes. I like your top.

- The pants.

- Thank you.

Get your ass out of the truck. Now!

Turn the f*** around.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

"Nice outfit."

Damn that b*tch is bad.

Hello? Shavoo?

Oh, man, damn. Don't say that, man.

- What, what?

- Shut the f*** up and chill.

All right, man, I guess. All right. Go on.

- Damn.

- What the f*** he say?

That was Shavoo, man.

Something came up.

He said he ain't nothing gonna pop off

till the morning.

Oh! Ain't that a b*tch?

See, that's what I'm talking about.

- What happened to that two hour sh*t?

- I don't know. Sh*t.

That's what I f***ing mean, man.

I'm glad I didn't let the motherfuckers

take the package out of here.

Just be cool, man.

Everything will work out.

Ain't no "be cool" sh*t, man.

A lot could happen by tomorrow morning.

This motherf***er right here

might wake up.

Please, he ain't waking up.

I think that motherf***er's

trying to set us up, man.

He's not gonna set us up, man.

It's my cousin. I keep telling you, man.

Now, look, if he said by tomorrow,

tomorrow it'll be. I know.

Okay, cool! What if he say two hours?

What do that mean?

That mean we celebrate, baby.

You know what I'm saying?

You know the little freak chick, Kira, right?

I'm gonna call her and a couple of her little

friends over, you know what I'm saying?

Have them come over tonight,

tighten us up.

By tomorrow, we be ready, baby.

We'll be busting four and five nuts,

we'll be ready to get that money, honey.

- I'm gonna call her right here.

- You know which one I like,

that young Chinatown...

We gonna bend her, spin her

and go up in her!

Tell her there ain't no bullshit, man.

Tell her no bullshit going on.

Hey, what's up? What y'all doing?

Hey, why don't you

get a couple of your little girls

and why don't y'all swing through here

and do something strange

for a little piece of change?

Look...

Look, I don't know

what you're talking about...

- Yo, Shav. What you got there?

- Please...

Got some acetone.

"Extremely flammable liquid..."

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay! I'll tell you!

I'll tell you! I'll tell you!

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

But I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

Who took my sh*t?

You took my sh*t, didn't you?

It wasn't me. It wasn't me,

but I'll tell you who it is. I'll tell you.

Please. Please. Okay. Okay.

So, what you doing tonight, baby?

Huh?

What would you say

if we took a helicopter ride to AC

and gambled a little bit?

No, you're funny girl.

No, all this here is just a front, baby.

I'm balling, baby. I'm balling.

Yo, dang, man, let me call you back.

Hey, brother, how can I help you?

What up, man?

Wade, right?

- Yeah, Wade.

- Cool.

- Let me get some rope.

- Rope.

And some tape.

And some tape. Here you go, bro.

Duct tape would be better.

- Duct tape. Okay. Got that.

- Yup. I need duct tape.

Here you go, brother. Duct tape.

I'll take that for you.

And a padlock.

How could I forget a padlock?

Padlock. Here it is.

- Cool.

- That's what's up.

It's a good one?

Yeah, that's a good one, man.

Everybody get that one.

Okay. Cool.

- I got my rope, padlock, tape.

- Is that it, brother?

- And I'm gonna need my money.

- What the f*** is you talking about?

Man, we don't even do that up in here, man.

I don't know what you're talking...

Before you start all that lying and sh*t,

let me paint a picture for you,

where my head is at right now.

I need you to feel me.

You talking to a brother

that just lost everything,

and picture

he knows for a fact that you took it.

So, actually, I want you to... No, f*** that.

I can't wait for you to lie about it.

You feel me?

Yo, Voo, you good?

Yep. We good.

We all good.

Motherf***er, what you relaxing for?

This sh*t ain't over.

Oh! Motherf***er...

You know what that one told me?

He told me this padlock

was the best padlock in the joint.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, you told me that, remember?

He knows his sh*t. You can't cut them.

- No?

- No.

I can't breathe.

That's crazy.

You see this b*tch?

Sparrow. What's good, buddy?

What's up? What's up?

- What's up? What's up, Leo?

- What's up, Cass?

- All right.

- Good to see you.

- Where the weed at?

- Got it right here. What you looking for?

What you got? You got dimes? Dubs?

What's up?

I'm all out of dimes. Only got...

But you don't want that, though, man.

No.

I only got dubs left. What you looking for?

Let me get two dubs. That's what's up.

- Two of them?

- Yeah.

I've got you.

- Here you go, homey. Appreciate it.

- No doubt.

Everything good?

It's gravy, but...

I know they a little small

because they was in my pocket.

They smashed down,

but it ain't the size of the boat,

it's the motion in the ocean.

That sh*t be flowing. Trust me.

Look, I think you should

get back to work ASAP.

- Seriously.

- Yo!

- Get back to work, homey.

- Yo! Get... Oh, man.

That's crazy.

- Hello?

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