School Daze Page #7

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- They were ignorant.

I don't know, guys. I don't think so.

Look, man, motherfuckers got to start

and try and better theirself, man...

- just like we're trying to do.

- Dig it.

Maybe they've tried it,

and they've just given up.

Yeah, that's the deal, man.

You think everything's so damn easy,

don't you, Grady?

Hell, yeah. You work or you starve.

I want to eat sirloin.

- Then the guy was right, man.

- I know the guy was right. I told you.

- What do he know?

- He knows a lot.

So, like, do you think that maybe

you could drive any faster?

I'm going to be late for Glee Club.

"I'm going to be late for Glee Club."

- See, you guys are like picking on me.

- No!

No man, you our boy, man.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, baby.

She's got a beard, motherf***er.

She looks just like your mama

and sh*t, man.

At least my mama ain't got no beard

on the back of her neck.

Your mama got two titties

on the back of her neck and sh*t.

- Yo, Jordan, Jordan.

- What?

I heard your mom held Kareem to 15 points.

The newspaper said your mama playing

fullback for the Hefty Hos and sh*t.

That's all right, man. At least she's starting,

man. Your mama coming off the bench.

- That's right.

- She's a four-letter man.

- Oh, shut up.

- Your head can be used like a knife.

- Shut up.

- Ginsu II.

Yo, when Booker comes,

he's gotta come twice...

'cause his back of his head is thick enough

for two people.

So, anyway, Booker, look, man...

- Wait a minute. There's Julian.

- That sh*t wasn't funny, man.

- So what, man?

- I ain't stopping, man.

No. You are stopping,

'cause I gotta talk to him. Pull over, Book.

Let the boy alone, man.

We'll wait, man. We'll wait.

Bye, Monroe.

Hey.

Look, I gotta talk to you

about something and...

Well, Jane, could you excuse us, please?

Jane, just give me a moment, okay?

She your bodyguard now, too?

- So how you doing?

- Just fine, Vaughn.

Look, man, you're the Dean of Pledgees.

You're President of the Chapter, right?

Now, my cousin...

tomorrow, he's gonna be a Gamma man.

You're going to see to this, okay?

Look, I know you know better

than to threaten me. I'm shaking.

Hey, look, Julian, man.

You're a simple, weak motherf***er,

but that's besides the point.

Listen, if you f*** Half-Pint, I f*** you.

Oh, is that right?

Well, let me tell you something.

I am a Greek, and I don't play that.

Now, I'll deal with Half-Pint, after which

you and me are gonna come to blows.

So, what?

You wanna rock and roll right now?

Hey, man, I'm here.

- Julian, forget him. He's not worth it.

- What's with the bodyguard, man?

You talk more sh*t than a little bit.

"Back to Mother Africa."

That's bullshit!

Without question,

we are all black Americans.

You do not know a goddamn thing

about Africa.

I am from Detroit, Motown.

So, you can Watusi your monkey ass

back to Africa if you want to.

Boy, you need to check that alarm clock

and wake up, my brother.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Introducing the first of all-black Greeks,

the men of distinction...

the brothers of

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Incorporated.

A-Phi-A, too cold, too cold

It's like ice

A-Phi-A, too cold, too cold

It's like ice

A-Phi-A, too cold, too cold

It's like ice

A-Phi-A, too cold, too cold

It's like ice

A-Phi-A, too cold, too cold

So cold. The black and gold

Ice, ice, baby. Too cold, too cold

Nice, nice baby. The black and gold

Ice, ice baby. Too cold, too cold

Nice, nice baby. The black and gold

Ice, ice baby. Too cold, too cold

Nice, nice baby. The black and gold

Ice, ice baby. Too cold, too cold

The brothers of A-Phi-A

The brothers of A-Phi-A

A-Phi

A-Phi-A

A-Phi-A

Yo, your eyes are blue

But you ain't white

Your hair is straight

'Cause you pressed it last night

Your eyes are blue

But you ain't white

Your hair is straight

'Cause you pressed it last night

Move over, jigaboo!

Why don't you check the local zoo?

'Cause we spent the other day

At the local zoo

They had a big, nappy beast

And it looked like you

And when we looked up at the cage

It said "jigaboo"

And when we looked up at the cage

It said "jigaboo"

- Gammites!

- Presenting the great men...

of Gamma Phi Gamma.

Go, team!

Gamma Rays!

G-Phi-G

G-Phi-G, G-Phi-G

G-Phi-G

G-Phi-G

Gamma!

Don't stop! Don't stop!

- G-Phi-G.

- G-Phi!

Gamma!

G-Phi-G! G-Phi-G! G-Phi-G!

We are...

G-Phi-G!

G-Phi!

G-Phi!

G-Phi-G!

Daddy Longstroke!

Daddy Longstroke!

Daddy Longstroke!

We, the brothers of Fellas-Phi-Fellas

who are the baddest

motherfuckers on this campus.

Not the Alphas!

Not the Kappas!

Or the Q's.

And definitely not the Gamma dogs.

You damn skippy.

So this is for you. Hit it!

Yo!

For the punks in the yard

Yes

- For the Gammas

- Good God, yes

When I say "Gamma" you say "punk"

- Gamma

- Punk

When I say "Gamma" you say "punk"

- Gamma

- Punk

- Gamma, Gamma

- Punk, punk

- Gamma, Gamma

- Punk, punk

- Gamma, gamma, gamma, gamma

- Punk, punk, punk, punk

- For the girls in the yard

- Yes

- For the sissies

- Good God, yes

When I say "Gamma," you say "fag"

- Gamma

- Fag

When I say "Gamma," you say "fag"

- Gamma

- Fag

- Gamma, Gamma

- Fag, fag

- Gamma, Gamma

- Fag, fag

- Gamma, Gamma, Gamma, Gamma

- Fag, fag, fag, fag

Get back, or we'll kick your Gamma ass

Just get back, or we'll kick your Gamma ass

Just get back, or we'll kick your Gamma ass

Let's get out of here, Fellas. Here we go.

Daddy Longstroke

- You can't smoke it

- Daddy Longstroke

- You can't toke it

- Daddy Longstroke

- Eight inches, and a long...

- Daddy Longstroke

Get off! Stop it!

Get your hands off me, man! Get off me!

Get off me, man!

Damn! Those funky bastards are gonna pay!

- Payback is a dead Fella.

- Damn right!

- I say we kick their ass tonight.

- No. We kick it now.

Just calm down! Calm down!

Look, everybody just relax.

Tonight is the Death March,

for those of you who have forgotten.

Now, please, let's try to adhere

to the rules and regulations...

as so stated in your Gamma Good Book.

Sh*t, man. I was just getting accustomed

to whipping some ass.

Julian, till next semester is a long time

to wait for some of the boys.

I understand that you want to strike blows

in the name of Gamma.

But discretion is the key, so use it.

Look, all we need

is to be put on probation again.

Is that understood?

- Patton, do you understand?

- Yes.

Good.

Now, the Gamma Rays will be giving a set

after the Gammites go over.

- That's if they go over.

- Your attendance is mandatory.

Look, we'll be there, okay?

But on a serious tip...

- Julian, it's time for some new Gamma Rays.

- What's wrong with the Gamma Rays?

You ain't complaining,

'cause you got the best one.

- Who, me?

- Yeah, you.

- Jane is good to go.

- The finest, brother.

Look, look, brothers, look.

Jane and I just aren't making it, okay?

I mean, she's just too young, that's all,

and it's just wearing on me.

So...

Well, what I'm trying to say is,

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