There's this psychiatrist...
...a lady named Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.
She has a theory about the black man in America.
She says that because of the system of racism...
...the black man has been made to think of himself as a baby...
...a not yet fully formed being who has not realised his full potential.
To support her claim, she offers the following:
First...
...what does a black man call his woman?
Momma.
Second, what does a black man call his closest acquaintances?
His boys.
And finally, what does a black man call his place of residence?
The crib.
No!
I don't want to lose my baby!
Baby!
Come on, babe.
You all right?
We're going to go straight home.
Jody!
Baby, come on.
Just take it easy, okay? Just get in.
Take it easy, baby.
Baby?
Yvette?
You going to sleep?
Are you hungry?
I'll go to Lucy's and get a cheese enchilada and a strawberry shake.
That'll make you feel better.
I'm fine, Jody.
You don't need Daddy to be here for you?
I'm just trying to take care of you.
Seems like you already done that.
Leave me alone, Jody. Just get out of my face.
Then I guess you don't mind if I use your car?
Since you're going to sleep.
What's up, little homie?
What's going down with you?
Get the hell home.
Peanut?
Why are you screaming? I'm home. Fix me some food.
You gonna give me some love?
Hey, Ms. Herron. How's Daddy's little girl doing?
Look at you. Sucky-sucky. Come on.
-How's Daddy's little baby? -Jody, you're parked in my driveway.
Sorry. I'll move it.
You want to park there, then wash mine before you leave.
I got it. Say, "Daddy's got it, Grandma.
"Daddy got it all under control."
Look at my pretty baby.
One thing I know how to do is make some pretty babies.
That's my baby. That's Daddy's little girl.
When will you say, "Daddy"? You want to go to Disneyland?
That's my baby.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Go on and pull the damage out.
What you doing to the backyard, Momma?
I told you I was starting a garden.
You've said that for the longest.
I must be getting old. I'm doing the same things I see my momma do.
I'm planting collards, mustard greens...
...and all this over here will be my corn.
Tomatoes. I'll get a nice lace awning at Home Depot...
...so I can sit here, tune your ass out, and sip my wine while my tomatoes grow.
My cabbage is over there. My beans, onions and sage.
How's Yvette?
She be all right. Sleeping.
I can't give you money every time you get a girl pregnant.
I know, Momma.
This is Melvin. He's helping me with my new garden.
He owns a landscaping business.
Maybe you can work for him and make some money.
Momma told me you got a problem finding a job.
I know how that is.
I had that problem, too, before I got my own business.
I'll take these back to the truck.
I'm gonna see you later?
I hope so.
So, you got a new boyfriend now?
Momma got to have a life, too.
I'm trying to get this money.
That's all I'm about. I desire sleep.
-Hey, homie. Want some weed? -No, man. I'm cool.
I ain't gonna make no money here. There's too many weed mans.
Let's go holler at these hos.
How's Moms doing?
She's cool.
I think she got a new boyfriend.
Some old thug-ass nigga.
I know she'll want to kick me out.
He'll want to lay up in the house, move my ass out to get at my momma.
Next thing you know, he'll be goin' upside her head.
Ain't that the way it go?
Why are you still with him? You're always at the clinic.
It ain't Jody's fault. It take two.
I shouldn't have stopped taking my pills.
There you go blaming yourself again.
How many times do you call on the phone about his ass?
Cut him loose. I don't care if you got a baby together.
Look, Jody don't put his hands on me, no matter how mad he get.
He ain't crazy.
Bitch, please. How long you been with Chris? Three years?
How many times has that nigga gone upside your head?
Oh, how's your eye feel?
It's all right.
Shit. At least we living together.
Jody just want to play with your life and string you along.
He's probably with his other baby momma when he ain't with you.
Please, believe. He don't love that ho.
But he love you, though. You need to check him.
What's he say about getting a place together?
Jody wants to live with his momma, not with me.
Jody, my Jody.
He's a momma's boy. He ain't never gonna leave his momma.
Then let him fuck his momma. Have her ass up at the clinic. Shit!
I love you, Jody.
I love you, too.
I want you to have my baby.
I want to have your baby.
I love you, Jody.
I love you, boy.
I love you, too.
I love you, Jody, but you scare me.
You scare me.
No, that's my baby.
Oh, my baby.
Don't cry, Momma.
Give him back! God, please, give him back!
Jody!
Can I have my car so I can get to work?
Your car?
My car!
Go on with all that, girl. I'm here asleep.
It's Monday. I can't be late.
Monday? What's that supposed to mean?
Get up!
Please be on time.
I'm always on time, Yvette.
Don't have me waiting.
Give me some sugar.
-Love you. -I love you, too.
You going to have a good day?
Be good. Listen to Daddy. I love you.
Love you, too, Mommy.
Thumbs up. My man.
You be good, too.
-I'm always good, baby. -Yeah, right.
Get in the front, little man.
Young baller, future shot caller.
5:05, Jody. Don't be late.
You want to nod your head, too? That's my boy.
Wait a minute, Jody! Hold it! Shit!
Momma, you got a man out here waiting.
How do I look?
All right. Where are you going?
I don't know. I'm just going. He asked and I'm going.
Necklace or no necklace? You don't know.
Why you stepping out with him when you don't know where he's taking you?
How'd you know to wear that tight-ass dress?
This is an all-purpose dress. I am prepared for anything in this dress.
He likes music, so we're probably going to hear music.
You know where he live? Been to his house yet?
What you know about him besides him smiling at you? He could be crazy.
Is he a killer, like Henry?
Why don't you get an L-7 boyfriend?
One of them white-collar brothers with a briefcase.
You like them thugs. I don't know why.
Your daddy was a thug. I need a man who can handle a woman like me.
Why he got to be a thug? Just to handle you?
Melvin's not a thug. He's a nice guy.
I'm going out, that's all I know. That's all I need to know. You feel me?
I got a date. You say I look "all right." I look good!
What's up, man?
Them's some nice shoes.
Stacy Adams.
Stacy Adams?
O.G. style.
So where y'all going?
I'm taking her to a club on Crenshaw, listen to some music.
My partner plays in a band there.
That's good. That's real good. My momma likes to dance.
I asked 'cause I just met you and I didn't want to have to chaperon you old folks.
That's my brother, Ray.
He lived here, too, before Momma kicked him out over her last boyfriend.
He's dead now.
My brother, I mean.
So where you live, man?
I live in Inglewood.
I grew up on 101st and Vermont. The Hoovers.
That was a long time ago.
I was young...
...and dumb.
Jody, are you messin' with my date?
No, I'm keeping him company. Playing the host.
You know...
...nobody likes sitting up here waiting alone.
Why can't a woman be dressed when you get there? We're always waiting.
Whatever, Jody.
All right. Y'all have a good time.
I got a surprise--
Momma, remember your curfew.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
You need money? I got some change for you.
Jody, you ain't got no money.
Bring me back a Fatburger, on the real, little cheese.
Go in the house!
You be careful with my momma, man.
Break bread with me, brother. Got that pure cake, no butter, no sugar.
Straight, like my brother's soul. 7-Up cake, we got pound cake.
-Give me some pound cake. -Here you go, brother.
Thank you, brother. Have a good day today. Salaam!
Today I begin a new life.
I am the master of my abilities...
...and today will be a great and beautiful day.
What?
I said, "Today I begin a new life.
"l am the master of my abilities...
"...and today will be a great and beautiful day."
Pillows, pillows. Goose down, $35.
Pea, are you a buyer or a seller?
What?
Videos, homie. Videos.
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels.
Look at yourself.
How many millionaires you got on?
I count at least three.
What are you talking about?
Pea! Look around, man.
You see what I see? I see money.
Look at my man over there selling T-shirts. A brother selling pies and papers.
Cake Man over there.
Everybody moving, making money. Right?
While we're standing still, being broke.
I figured all this shit out, man. All this.
This world moves forward through transactions.
Commerce, nigga.
The exchange of goods and services.
All the real ballin', successful folks are sellers.
All the broke-ass people playing catch-up are buyers.
I ain't trying to go out like that. I'm gonna be a seller.
I'm gonna get my own business.
Change the game.
You want to sell clothes?
A booster? Like that man who came to the phone company selling dresses.
-Remember him? -He had a cute ass.
-You selling women's or men's clothes? -Women's.
Good. Women buy clothes every other day.
But you need to know something about women.
I know all about females.
You hear your son?
-You're a bad boy. -Believe me.
Are you trying to be a salesman or a shyster?
You buy from a shyster, you feel like you got took.
You buy from a good salesman and you feel lucky.
A good salesman makes you feel so good...
...you'll go back again to give more and more money.
That sounds like sex.
What else do I need to know?
Sizes. You got to know a woman's size on sight.
Before she tells. Don't wait for her to tell you. You should know.
Compliment them, even if they big and ugly.
Especially if they are.
-Like Bernice. -That's a big bitch.
They'll be your regular customers.
Know a woman's favourite colour, what's in season...
...and fabrics. How it feels on our skin.
-What's an average size? -I'm a size 5 to 6. That's average.
For who? A white girl?
Jody, I'm a size 16 and that's average, too.
-Remember that, you'll make money. -The best time to do this is payday.
Rachel?
My name is Joseph Summers. My friends call me Jody.
You want to be my friend?
I was wondering if I could talk to your customers...
...show them some of my merchandise.
I didn't want to just come in and talk to people without your blessing.
What are you selling?
You see this? That's your colour.
You're an earth tone woman. It match your hair and everything.
Feel how soft that is right there. See that?
See? See how soft that is?
This is from Paris. It's French shit.
You'll change the game with this. It's couture.
Girl, that's polyester blend. You pop it in the dryer and go.
This dress is perfect for you.
It's an all-purpose style. All-purpose dress.
You know what that means?
You can wear this to work, go straight to happy hour.
Them pants got happy hour written all over them.
Baby, I ain't going to lie to you.
Them is one of a kind. Explosive.
You see anyone with them pants on, you can come bite me.
It ain't happening. I'm telling you.
You put this on, bling-bling.
How much?
I'll let it go for $40.
$40?
Look, $35. That's the lowest I can go. You're killing me.
Okay, $35.
Thank you. I'll squeeze my tiny ass up in this...
...and upstage these bitches in here. You like it? Cute?
$100...
...$200, $300....
That's $400!
That is crazy!
Lord, that's crazy. Okay.
Come on, dog.
I like!
It look good. Your momma looks fly, don't she?
-Your momma look good? -Yeah.
-I got another surprise. -What?
That beautiful dress. My son looking nice. We're out here doing big things!
What'd you do to my car?
I got them tinted windows done.
I got some tens from my Mexican homies.
I told you she would like that. Daddy got taste.
Want some breakfast?
I learned so many incredible secrets.
When placing ads in newspapers...
...just one secret I can show you could make you a fortune.
Nice, huh? State-of-the-art.
Yeah. This is the bomb.
Momma didn't say she got a new TV.
She didn't know. It was a surprise.
Oh, yeah?
I'll have to hook up the VCR and set the timer...
...so she can see--
I hooked it up and set it already.
Pass the remote, youngster. Let me show you how it works.
I got this bad boy from my man for free.
You know how much it's worth in one of them expensive-ass electronic stores?
-It cost a grip. -You got that right.
But we black folks live by the barter system.
You know about the barter system?
When we black folks had no money, we used to trade for things.
My man give me this TV 'cause I did some work for him back in the day.
You know, shot a couple niggas, cut up some folk. All dumb shit.
I was like you, Jody, young, dumb and out of control.
I did a dime.
Ten years straight in San Quentin and Folsom.
All over some dumb shit. But you...
...you're smarter than I was at your age.
I have to hand it to you. You're smart.
You're no killer like me. That's good.
I was bad. I ain't had my dome straight.
But Jody, peep this. On the real.
Me and your momma are getting real serious...
...so I'm gonna be around here for a while.
I ain't trying to be your daddy or nothing, but if you need advice...
...feel free to talk to me.
'Cause I seen it all...
...and I done it all to the full.
You think you're seeing new shit out here...
...but this is just a rerun to me.
Know what I'm saying?
This nigga live here now? Have you got this nigga living in here now?
-Can't I have a life? -You got a life!
Them days of not having a life is over. I ain't like Big Momma. I want to have fun.
You have fun. Why can't I?
You can have fun, but why does the man have to live here?
He's a killer like Henry, and you got him in the kitchen...
...scrambling eggs and drinking all the Kool-Aid? Fuck!
He was making me breakfast!
All right.
What should I do? What do you expect me to do? Roll over and die?
So you're kicking me out?
You're going to kick me out?
Let me know now. I don't need surprises.
I do. Surprise me and move out.
You could learn a lot from Melvin.
He's done all right for himself. He turned his life around. He's smart.
He has his own business. I don't have to force him to get a job!
You're not a baby no more, Jody. You need to grow up.
You got your own family. Why don't you and Yvette get a place?
Why are you so afraid to be a man? Leave the nest.
I am a man.
So you're kicking me out?
What for? To be with this nigga? You don't even know him.
And what do you mean, "Leave the nest"? You never left! This is Grandma's house!
I don't have to leave if you've never left!
That's what I'm talking about.
Momma needs a life, too.
Fuck you.
Tell your son something before I have to hurt him.
I'm not in it.
Why he do the things he do, Miss Juanita? Please tell me.
If anyone knows, it's you.
I don't know what to do. I love him, but how much can I take?
I can't believe the motherfucker!
I told you before. I ain't trying to be in your business.
What's between you and Jody is you and Jody.
I can't tell you nothin' about him.
What do I do with his selfish ass?
He got me and his son walking while he's rolling in my car.
The car I'm paying the note on. Man, I feel so stupid.
You ain't stupid, Yvette.
You're just in love with a man.
When you in love with a man, he can make you feel high.
So high you just be in outer space.
But a man can also make you feel low.
Real low. And he can keep you there.
Keep you down.
If you let him.
Don't even worry about feeling used. It's just temporary.
Everyone gets used. Men use women, women use men.
Just face the fact you're going to be used.
If you feel so used, you ain't got nothing left...
...if the man ain't giving you the energy you need to love his ass...
...even when he's acting like a bastard, you need to let it go.
If you ain't got nothing to give yourself or your baby...
...you won't have it to give to him.
Good boy. Now get the corn.
Did you finish the tomatoes? There you go.
That's my boy. A little more water on the greens.
Hi, Juanita. Where's my baby?
Hey, Momma.
Bring my grandbaby here, so I can kiss her goodbye.
'Bye, sweetness.
Be a good girl.
Melvin!
Oh, baby.
You'll give me a cavity.
Oh, yes, baby. Melvin!
Okay, circles. Around and around.
Take it. You ride.
I love to ride!
It's the African squat fuck. Give you the old-nigga squat fuck.
Squat, baby.
Can y'all keep it down? People are trying to sleep!
Let me down, baby.
And then she was impressed. Broke her off.
I made her feel good.
Now I got myself a regular customer.
What the hell is he looking at?
Nigga trying to psych me out, talking about being a killer.
Old-school nigga.
He don't want us to have to put heat on his ass, do he?
Want me to take him out?
Nah.
Let the nigga breathe.
He make my momma unhappy, we will make his ass bleed.
On the real. Make him feel the steel.
Long as she happy, he got his life.
Won't be no strife.
And I hope his ass hear me, too.
I hear you.
You know the problem with you little niggas?
You think you know everything about the world, but you don't know shit.
Now, I see you got a little business going. Well, that's good.
You make that paper.
But when you make paper, there are rules that go with it.
You got to learn the difference between guns and butter.
There are two types of niggas, niggas with guns...
...and niggas with butter.
What are the guns? That's the real estate...
...the stocks and bonds. Art work.
Shit that appreciates with value.
What's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewellery, all the bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it.
That's what it's all about: Guns and butter.
You little, dumb motherfuckers.
See what I'm saying, cuz?
This nigga do this shit every night.
What?
Why you always got to do something? Why can't you just sit still and relax?
Don't complain when you left me here all weekend!
You don't always gotta do something.
That's what divides us as a people. We got no focus.
Why don't you just sit down and focus? Watch some PBS or something.
You are so full of shit. So fucking selfish.
Why you got this old pizza?
If you're starting shit, where you been since yesterday, nucker?
Slanging dresses, making money.
Fixed the brakes on the car. What have you been doing?
-You been fucking around? -Nope.
Let me smell your dick.
Go on with that bullshit.
If you ain't been whoring around, let me smell your dick. I can tell.
Go on.
I ain't playing with you. Move! I'll knock your ass out.
See? My shit smells good, don't it?
See what? You probably washed it off.
I'm tired of you messing around on me.
I know you and Sweetpea was out doing me and Kim wrong.
I didn't do nothing.
You'll to sit there with a straight face and say you didn't do nothing?
I didn't do nothing. I was over at Kim's, playing spades with Pea.
You're a bald-faced liar! You went to that after-hours spot.
Some nasty yellow heifer was shaking her ass in your face...
...then you went to a private room with the nasty bitch and do I don't know what!
I know 'cause Chris was there. Sharika's Chris?
He saw you. You busted.
It's all on your grill, stupid.
All right.
I was there. But I didn't fuck.
She just danced for me, that's all.
You touch her?
Hell, no. I didn't touch that nasty girl!
We can't touch them anyway. It's against the rules.
Private dance, that's all. Just a quick lap dance.
-You don't believe me? -No.
It's the truth. I didn't fuck!
It was a private dance in the corner. Alone, but I didn't do shit.
You must take me for some kind of fool.
You foul, Jody. I smell your dirty ass from here.
Why you got to be around them nasty girls?
You know they do that shit every night.
You know how many dicks they suck every night?
And you go down there like the rest of them, like a fool!
You better not bring me nothing back from one of them bitches.
Fuck it, then! Don't believe me.
I told you I didn't fuck that girl. You keep putting your hands on me I'll beat your ass.
Where you going?
I hate you! You're selfish, arrogant and stupid!
-Whatever. -I don't need you here!
I'm tired of sitting up here, not having a man with me when I want.
Being lonely. I'm going to do what the fuck I want.
What are you going to do?
I said I'm tired of waiting for your ass. I hate you.
I'm going to have me a man.
A man who wants to be with me and my baby...
...and have a family. A real man, Jody.
Not some little boy, still living at home with his momma.
Fuck you! Kiss my ass!
Go out on the streets and be a trick. I should knock you the fuck out.
You better not, or I'll call your probation officer...
...and they'll put you black ass back in jail!
-Now kiss my ass, nigga! -You're stupid, girl.
You better walk away. I hate you! You're so stupid!
You hate me? Keep on saying that shit.
That's right. I hate your ass.
You make me sick. I can't stand your black ass!
You act like a little boy instead of a grown man.
I hate you!
You know what? I hate your ass, too. Do something!
Give me the keys to my car, Jody.
Get off me! There you go again, coming downstairs...
...showing off in front of the neighbours.
-Fuck you and the neighbours! I hate you! -I hate you, too!
I love you! I love you so much, Jody!
I love you, too. I ain't going nowhere.
-You feel him? -Yes, I feel him.
You feel him?
Oh, my God, I feel him! He feel big!
-What do you feel? -I feel Daddy Dick.
-You love Daddy Dick? -I love Daddy Dick.
-Say you love Daddy Dick. -I love Daddy Dick.
You going to clean all that mess up?
I'll clean up!
You'll cook some tacos?
Oh, my God! I'm about to come. I'm going to come!
Yes, I'll make the tacos!
Oh, my God.
I could bite you right now.
Damn, boy. Shit!
Now what?
That's the beat-it-up-right dance.
You are so stupid.
I was over there to the right. Did you feel me?
I see you ain't going nowhere.
No, I ain't 'cause I'm sprung.
So you're going to clean up that mess and make tacos, right?
I'm gonna cook and clean. You put it down.
I'll feed you, you big old monster.
I love you, boy.
I love you, too.
-Bring that chocolate here. -I'm on my way.
I'm here. Just make sure you can handle me.
You trying to go for round two?
Jody, when I say I hate you, what I really mean is that I love you.
But you scare me. It's like we ain't going to be together.
I'm trying to sleep.
We'll always be together. Unless I get killed or something.
Don't say that.
Don't talk like that. Don't even play around like that.
I'd lose my mind if something happened to you.
On the real, though. You know why I made you have Joe Joe?
I thought I was going to get shot out in these streets.
I wanted a piece of me to still be here, even if I was gone.
When he was born, I was like, "Cool. No matter what happens to me...
"...I'll still be here in some way."
So, if something happened to you, what about me?
You'd be all right.
Go to sleep.
You don't want me here? Then kick me out!
Shut up, Pea! Nobody mentioned kicking you out!
Y'all in there, what is it? Sinuating? lnsinuating?
Fuck it. I'll leave.
-You need to shut up. -No, you need to shut up.
You're the one talking loud and making noise.
Are you backtalking to me?
You don't know how to act towards your man.
I'll put my foot so far up your.... Come on in, Jody-Joe.
The house is full of women. House full of sensitive females...
...dealing with their damn hormones! Y'all unstable creatures!
I won't say the "B" word. "Unstable creatures." My new word.
Momma, don't say nothing.
You'll make it worse. He's going to leave.
I'm in here, trying to concentrate. They won't let me be.
-Want something to drink? -No, I'm cool.
Why are you acting all shy?
My house is your house. Mi casa es su casa, nigga!
I got milk, water, Kool-Aid, strawberry soda.
I'll get you a strawberry soda.
I'm sorry, Ms. Daniels.
I'm so sorry. I love you.
And Kim. In fact, I love you more, 'cause without you Kim wouldn't be here.
Y'all said you love me! You told me I could stay here!
Bought me all these new clothes and the video game!
I thought we had a family! I ain't got no family!
I'm trying to make that happen with y'all.
-What, nigga? -Come here.
No. I'm talking to my family here.
I love y'all. Both of you.
Come on. I need you to roll with me.
All right, then. I'm leaving.
Let's get some liquor. Strippers ain't at work yet.
You don't need no liquor. You're already too fired up.
Fired up?
Who the fuck are you calling fired up?
You're responsible for the shit them females giving me.
You still ain't found me no job! Hook me with your business...
...share with your brother!
When you going to find me a job?
-Why do I have to find you a job? -'Cause you my man!
Okay. Step to my office.
All right.
You have a mission. I'll give you one piece of merchandise.
If you can sell it, we can talk business.
-Sell one thing. -One thing.
Check it out. I got dresses...
...shoes, baby clothes. Take your pick.
I'll sell this dress.
-No, not that. -I know what I want to sell!
Yes, the original cake. The original man.
Salaam. Break bread, brother.
Hey, take a look at this dress. Want to buy it?
-Not my colour. -No, hold on. Stand still.
Look at that. That looks good.
I don't want it. It don't even look in season.
It is. They're wearing this in Paris.
I saw a picture of Tyra Banks in this and you finer than her.
What's the material?
Goddamn! You want to buy the dress or not?
You treat me like I'm some fucker asking for change.
I'm trying to do something constructive.
I could be out knocking folks over, but instead I'm trying to live right.
You call that living right? Selling a stolen dress?
What? I ain't stole nothing in my life! I got this from my homeboy.
That's what y'all do? Boosters?
Sell stolen stuff? Like that man trying to sell that camera?
-You don't want me answering the phone? -Go ahead. It's probably for me.
Collect call from the California Correctional Facility.
-Correctional Facility? -Do you accept the charges?
Hell, no!
Who called you from jail? That nigga Rodney?
You don't hear me now? Hello!
Rodney's lonely. He just want to talk. Don't trip.
That's why the phone bill was an extra $100 last month?
I'm paying you to talk to him? You putting my money on his books, too?
Didn't I tell you to put a block on the phone?
You don't listen to no-damn-body.
Don't even trip.
Collect call from the California Correctional Facility.
I'll accept.
-Hello? Hello, Yvette? -This ain't motherfucking Yvette.
Put Yvette on the phone!
This is my phone! Don't call my house asking to speak to my woman!
Your house, nigga? You don't even live there.
Is this Jody? The Jody that got my boo pregnant?
And can't take his responsibilities as a man?
Living at your momma's house? Running around like a little boy?
Nigga, you's a bitch!
Look at you! What have you got? Your ass in jail!
Don't tell me how to handle mine.
Don't call my fucking house no more!
My girl ain't feeling you! It's not happening, cuz!
Nigga, concentrate on not dropping the soap, bitch-ass nigga!
Fuck you, cuz.
-I want a block on the fucking phone! -All right, Jody! Damn!
What are you doing, telling him my business?
He's saying, "You still live with your momma."
I don't want to hear that!
She's so suspicious. She always think I'm fucking somebody.
I go to the bathroom, she say, "You got a bitch in there?"
I'm going to the store. She says, "There a bitch at the store?"
Then I got to come home to Melvin and his bullshit.
I want to get saved.
Say what, bro?
Get the fuck out of here! We're talking.
Poncho! Your bike'll be done in an hour. Come back.
I want to be saved, Jody.
I want to be baptised, so I can go to heaven.
Wash my sins away so the gates open up to me.
I don't want Jesus to say, "Turn your ass around."
You should do it, too. Get baptised with me.
What did you do, man?
You did something bad to be saying this.
I'm trying to keep from doing something. I need money.
A job to keep me busy.
Something besides playing Madden all day.
I don't even stay at Kim's house during the day.
I leave at 9:00.
I come back at 6:00, acting like I did something constructive.
Like I'm working.
I ain't did that since continuation school.
Sneaking around Kim and her momma like I'm a child.
Like I'm a scared little boy. I have to ask my woman and her momma for money.
How do you think that makes me feel? Think I feel like a man?
This shit is tearing me up, cuz. It's eating me alive.
I don't want to end up killing nobody.
What am I gonna do, Jody?
Shit, I was in the same boat, too.
You got to find something you like to do. Something you're interested in.
Like I did.
What are you good at?
Robbing.
-Hey, Jody. -What's going on, baby?
-What's up, Jody? -What's going on with you?
-I need some new boots. -I got you covered with gator, girl!
They might be bootleg, but I got you, girl!
Dresses! I got some business suits coming in! You'll love those!
Why are you yakking your mouth and talking shit?
I'm just trying to make money. When the money come in, you never complain.
Don't be cute.
Nice and quiet. My own little spot...
...right in my tomatoes. Get me some wine.
Over there, I think I see some weeds by the peppers.
Why don't you use Weed-B-Gon?
I'm a natural gardener. That's how it was done way back.
You get on your hands and knees, and pull them up.
That's how my momma and daddy did it. That's what I'm gonna do.
Don't forget to put the weeds in the compost pile.
You ain't doing nothing but bossing me around.
I think I'll plant some summer squash next year. lt'll be better.
Jody, we got to stop this.
Every time I come out, you go into the house.
Man, nobody's thinking about you.
This is where I relax. Take that noise somewhere else.
Every time I come out to work in the garden, he goes in the house.
Give me some wine.
Seven, winner.
Baby, be sweet.
Eleven, winner. Seven, eleven, that's all I'm rolling.
How come you ain't brought your kids around?
Don't you got a son, like 17, named Duquan?
And a little girl about five named Maya?
You tell my momma about them?
She know.
How come you ain't brought them around?
You ashamed of them?
They ugly like you?
I don't get along too well with my babies' mommas.
-I'm sure you understand that. -No, I don't.
I'm cool with both my babies' mommas.
-We'll see how long that lasts. -Long as I want it to.
But we're talking about you, not me.
I talked to your son the other day.
I heard you say his name...
...when y'all old niggas was here playing cards.
He live like five minutes from here, in Inglewood.
I drove to Morningside High School and asked him about you.
Said he didn't have shit to say about you, 'cause you used to whip his momma's ass.
What do you think about that?
You gonna beat my momma?
Nah. I think you know better than that, don't you?
You want to walk around here with your chest out, saying you a real man.
Know why I don't like you around my momma?
'Cause you foul.
You're a dirty motherfucker, Melvin.
And don't think I'll let you get all up in her head...
...to kick me out like the last nigga did my brother.
'Cause I ain't having it.
No way, no how.
Youngster.
Yeah, you get your ass out of here.
-Momma! -Yeah, that's right. Call for your momma.
I stayed off you out of respect for her.
If not for your momma, I'd have broke your little ass down long ago.
Jody? Little Jody?
Know what I see when I look in your eyes? A scared little chocolate bitch.
That's what I see.
If we was on lockdown, I'd make you get on your knees and fix it.
Twenty years. Let's see where you be twenty years from now.
Melvin?
What y'all doing?
Nothing.
Can you go to the store to get some cigarettes?
-Maybe some beer. What you doing? -You're so sweet.
Give me a kiss. Hurry back, okay?
Want something from the store?
What's up, Jody?
The candles smell good.
Aromatherapy.
You smoke?
No. I don't mess with that.
So you and Yvette got a baby? Where y'all stay at?
We don't live together.
You ain't got to lie. I know y'all live together.
You drop her off and pick her up every day.
That's our thing. That's just what we do. I don't want to discuss 'Vette.
We don't need to talk. I just want some dick.
Why you want to fuck me? To make my girl mad?
-Is that it? -No.
It ain't that kind of party.
I just think you're cute. I mean, I see you all the time.
When we was in the parking lot...
...I thought we was feeling each other.
Was I wrong?
Yeah, I was feeling you.
But I ain't feeling this. I'm out.
Jody, come on. Don't be like that.
This is just between us.
I see how you look when you come around.
Are you telling me you don't want to hit this?
Oh, damn....
Come over here and get this pussy.
I don't need to go there with you, girl.
Yvette.
Besides, I ain't got no condoms, anyway. No way.
Somebody don't want to leave.
Oh, fuck. What are you doing, girl?
I can't do this.
Oh, shit.
I know you want this.
I can't do this.
Just a little bit. I promise it'll be good.
No, this shit is foul. It's foul. This shit's wrong!
Get off me. I can't fuck you.
My girl finds out, she'll kill me. I love her too much.
So, you a little bitch? Your girl tells you what to do?
I told you it was a trick.
Mark-ass hood rat.
I don't need you to fuck me! I can get dick any time I want! You know you want this!
No, you want this. You lucky I let you taste it.
This Daddy Dick belongs to Yvette.
Not from what I hear, you ho!
Fuck you!
You don't know how to suck dick anyway. Get your black ass inside.
Why is that bitch staring so hard?
I don't know, but she's about to get slapped.
How come you ain't waving at your girlfriend today?
I ain't thinking about that girl.
She call herself staring at me today. That bitch was about to catch a beat-down.
I think she's a lesbian for real.
Maybe she want your sweet stuff. Some carpet munching.
-Shit! She better get back. -All around the world.
Stop! Nasty!
-You cooking tonight? -No.
-Lazy-ass. -Whatever.
-Let's go to Lucy's then. -Okay.
-Cheese enchiladas. -Strawberry shake.
I got it.
No, I got it.
-No, I got it. -I got it.
All right, then. Have it.
Let me get two steak tacos...
...a chicken burrito and two strawberry shakes.
That'll be $11.89.
I'm starving. I'm as hungry as hell.
What's this?
It's a pack of condoms. How come you have that?
Don't flip this, Jody. What's it doing in my car?
-Hello! -Can I get the food?
I can't believe I fell for all that shit you said the other night.
How you're going to do right by me and Joe Joe.
How you're not going to cheat...
...not going to hurt me, not keep breaking my heart.
What was all that, Jody?
-Some writing on the money. -Give me my change!
This is bullshit. Get the food!
Thank you so much.
"Thank you so much." Are you being funny?
"Trojan. Very Sensitive. Lubricated. America's No. 1 Condom."
At least you went all out.
All I get is a trip to the clinic. Give me my shake!
So, who was you fucking?
Don't lie. You been fucking somebody in my car, Jody?
No.
I don't know.
You don't know?
You mean you don't remember who you've been with?
You've been with that many girls?
I'm tired of your fucking around on me. Damn, I want to see other niggas!
What?
That's right. They be asking me to go out, too.
But, no! I'm here, stupid, sticking to your ass!
-Fine. Go out. -Whatever.
So, who did you fuck with these condoms?
Look, I'm not stupid. This is a three-pack and there's one left.
Tell me the truth!
Come on, we're grown. Be real. Be a man for once in your life.
You still fucking Peanut?
I know you're still fucking Peanut.
I figured that much.
I ain't even mad at you, 'cause I already knew that.
Did you fuck her with these condoms in my car?
No, you didn't. You didn't fuck her in my car. Did you?
No.
Are we picking up Joe Joe?
No. He's fine. Take me home. We'll finish this.
Jody, I know you love me.
I also know you fuck other girls. I don't like it, but I know you.
So just be real with me.
Will you be honest?
If you can take it. You're starting to get on my nerves with this.
I'm getting on your nerves? And you're the one fucking around.
You get with any of them girls you sell dresses to?
A few.
Feel better now? I love you, girl.
You got my son and you'll probably be my wife.
-You want me to be honest? -Yeah, I do.
You're my woman. Them other hos is tricks.
I make love to you, I want to be with you, but I fuck other females occasionally.
I don't know why, I just do. That's the situation.
You feel better now? That's some honesty for you. Deal with it.
I love you enough to be honest.
If you loved me, you wouldn't lie to me all the time.
Move!
Hold on. You got it all twisted up!
I lie 'cause I do love you. Being honest would mean I don't give a fuck.
Out on the street, I tell the hos the truth. I lie to you because I care.
It's obvious you can't handle the truth.
You fuck Pandora?
Why? Come on, Yvette.
Open the door. If this food gets cold, I'm gonna be mad.
Since you're being honest, just be real. Did you?
If you want me to, yes, I did.
What do you mean, if I want you to? No, I don't want you to! Did you?
Oh, my God. You did.
-Why, Jody? Why? -I didn't. I was playing with you.
-Not with that bitch! -I fucked other hos. Not her.
-With someone at my job? -No. I wouldn't do that to you.
That's breaking the code. I wouldn't do that.
-All that staring at me and shit-- -Why you so fired up?
You gave those bitches at my job a reason to sit and laugh at me!
Calm the fuck down before I come slap you.
You ain't doing shit!
Why are you so insecure? Nobody's laughing at you.
If anything, them hos is jealous you got a man who loves you.
Don't be so insecure. I can't stand it.
If I'm insecure, it's because you made me this way!
All you do is think about yourself!
Out of all people, why'd you have to fuck that girl? Damn!
-I told you I didn't! -You're a liar!
-Fuck this. I'm out of here. -You're going nowhere.
-Get out of the way. -You stay here! I'm sick of your shit!
Don't put your hands on me! Are you fucking crazy?
Shut up!
Are you out of your mind?
I'm sick of your cheating on me, Jody! You make me sick! You are so full of shit!
I told you to stop hitting me!
Oh, shit, Yvette.
Come on. Get up, baby.
Get the fuck off of me, Jody!
Baby, I'm sorry.
You hit me.
Yvette, come on. Get up, baby.
-Get your hands off me! -Stop it.
I love you, girl.
Get off me, Jody!
You lied, Jody. You said you'd never hit me.
I'm sorry.
You lied.
I hate you, Jody.
Why are you doing this?
Baby, why are you doing this?
Why are you doing this?
I promise you.
It was my fault.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll make you feel good.
Jody!
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
"I'm Popeye the sailor man!"
-Who are you? -Who am I?
-You heard me. -Who am I?
That's what I said.
Popeye, you ain't gonna do nothing.
Son of a bitch!
Someone stole my damn car!
Son of a bitch. Momma!
Yvette. Hi, baby.
Baby, don't be mad at me. It ain't my fault. I love you.
I'm listening.
-Some Mexican stole your car. -The what? Jody.
You hear?
I hear.
You got that tracking thing on?
Cool. We'll find it in 30 minutes. Call the po-po's and tell them.
-I ain't doing that. -Why?
I know who stole my car.
Who? Tell me and I'll go get it back for you.
I stole my car, Jody.
Jody, where you rolling?
-Y'all watch my bike, homies. -All right, cuz.
Open the door, Yvette!
Go away!
I'm sorry I hit you, okay? You blacked my eye, too.
What about me? Why are you mad?
When will you grow up?
What? I am grown!
No, for real, Jody.
When will you realise you had something really good?
I take a lot of shit from you because I love you.
Baby, I understand.
I understand, okay? Please open the door. Let's discuss this inside.
I won't be selfish no more. I won't fuck other females no more.
I'll be good, I promise. You hear me?
You don't mean that. You're just running your mouth, like you always do.
You don't mean that shit!
Open this motherfucking door, girl!
-Why'd you steal my car? -Your car?
Yeah! If it ain't, give me back the Daytons I put on.
The tinted windows I paid for.
The money I put into the engine and the brakes!
-You better open this door! -Jody, don't do this!
Daddy!
No, Joe Joe. Come on.
I want to see Daddy!
I want to see my son!
I'm going to call the police!
My son wants to see me! Why are you keeping me from my son?
-Stop kicking the damn door! -Jody, please go away.
-You got your neighbours snooping! -Go, before you get me put out!
-Fuck you, Yvette. -Fuck me? After the shit I put up with!
Fuck me? Fuck you!
All right. You remember this shit, girl.
That is fucked up. Goddamn. I can't believe this shit.
You okay?
Hey, Jody. Come here.
Come dance with me. What's that thing y'all do?
The C-walk? I got it. Look.
That's it. Look, Jody. Come on, Jody!
She don't understand how much I love her ass, Momma.
I mean, I cheat, I do what I do, but I'm good.
I'm good to her ass.
I take her back and forth to work, I fix the car when it needs fixing...
...l give her money for the phone bill and groceries.
I even rub her feet sometimes! She say I'm selfish.
You ever look at it from her point of view? What if you was Yvette and she was you?
What if Yvette fucked around on you...
...took your car and left you in a hot house all day with a baby?
-You're taking her side. -Hold it.
All I'm saying is, you may be a little selfish.
Look at me. You have to think of her as a woman.
What if someone did all the shit you do to Yvette to me?
Your daddy used to do the same dumb shit you're doing now.
I just know how Yvette feels and where she's coming from.
Yvette loves you. She just feels hurt.
A woman gets tired of a man after a while if she feels...
...used and unappreciated.
But believe me, as much as you're thinking about Yvette...
...she's thinking about you, too.
But stop telling girls you want them to have your baby while y'all are doing it.
They believe your lying ass.
I used to fall for the same shit when I was their age.
Baby, you know you love this shit.
No, you love this shit.
You bet I do. I love that big old ass, girl.
Yeah. For sure.
Please believe that.
Hey, girl.
What you doing?
Are you on the damn phone again? Get off the phone.
What's all that noise? Are you okay?
That's Chris. The nigga is trippin'. We've been drinking thug passion.
Get off the phone, bumping your gums, talking to hos.
You made up with that nigga Jody yet?
No. I ain't thinking about him.
Yeah, right. Jody know that's his pussy.
I won't put up with his shit no more.
Am I invisible?
-I feel you. -Hello! Lights on. Anyone home?
I definitely feel you.
Get off the goddamn phone and come here, so I can drop it off in your drawers.
Damn!
These niggas trip when they think they own you. You need to check him.
You need to check these nuts in your mouth.
Shut the fuck up! You see I'm on the damn phone!
Shut your motherfucking ass!
Fuck them hos!
You always talk to them bitches about their relationships.
-Attend to your nigga! -Go on, girl.
Jody crossed my last nerve. I couldn't put up with it no more.
You know what I'm saying?
I know.
Who the fuck are you talking to?
Who you talking to?
I've thought about us getting back together...
...but I have to teach him a lesson, know what I mean?
Girl, I ain't gonna lie. I miss his ass like shit.
I love him to death, but...
...l can't have nobody act like they own me, even my baby's daddy.
You feel me, girl?
I feel you.
I got to go.
Jody. I knew that nigga would get his shit together.
Oh, shit.
What's happening, baby? I'm home.
What you got to eat in this motherfucker? I'm hungry as fuck.
You know how I get down. One Alize a day. $15.15 exactly.
Don't put a cup in there. You think I'm gonna go drink in front of the store?
Throw your ass off my motherfucking bike, nigga!
What up, cuz? This all the Alize you got?
Looks like we got Alize.
You little niggas don't want to see me.
I'm Looney Toon. You know who you fucking with?
So? Do something!
Nobody want your punk-ass bike, cuz.
Pea!
Pea, get out here! Jody, what happened?
-Shit! Nigga, what happened? -I got jumped.
-By who? -Some li'l niggas.
Some little niggas? Kim, get my gun!
Is that the niggas there?
Yeah, that's them. That's them, Pea.
Yeah, I got something for their ass.
Pull up over there.
She just started Dorsey.
-She 14? -She look like she 21.
The one with the hat's the one who took my Alize.
Y'all talking about these hos. Let's go get some.
Hold up, nigga. Nigga, watch that shit, man.
It's your size. What the fuck are you doing, nigga?
Shit, nigga! Your ass stinks! Leave us alone.
Get on the ground, li'l motherfuckers!
No, Pea!
Get on the ground.
How you doing, homie? You ain't so hard now, huh?
What up, nigga? What you got in your pockets?
Say something.
You stinky-ass nigga. Take a bath, homie.
Pea, these niggas ain't got no money. Broke ass li'l niggas.
Fuck that shit. You li'l niggas stand up.
We're gonna teach you some respect for your elders before you die.
Looney Toon? Bark.
Punk-ass nigga.
You tried to take my liquor!
And you tried to take my bike.
Jody, what kind of bitch-ass punch was that? I thought I taught you better.
I hit the nigga in the teeth. It hurt.
Are you saying his teeth are harder than your fist?
Let me show you, Baby Boy. You got to learn the one hitter quitter.
No, Pea. Not him.
Hit Mr. Alize there. He tried to take my liquor. Do him first.
You got to get up close. You kind of draw back.
Not too far, though. Aim for the nose or mouth.
Prefaly the nose, it's soft.
-"Prefaly"? -Nigga, you know what I mean.
It's over then. You try again, nigga.
-Get your ass up, bike man. -Come on, cuz. My jaw hurt.
Nobody's got sympathy for you or your homies. Trying to jump somebody.
Get your bitch-ass up right now before I bust your head wide open!
Don't flinch, nigga. Stand still.
I said, don't flinch.
That's it, Baby Boy.
Don't flinch. Don't move or I'll hit you with two.
Chuck that shit up. Chuck it up, little nigga.
Oh, shit. This nigga got heart.
Look at this nigga. You got heart?
You got heart, cuz? Go ahead and tell us.
Don't fuck with him. He got heart. Let him go.
Yeah, I won't hit him.
I won't sock you, 'cause you got heart. I respect that.
You ain't no punk-ass mark like the rest of your homeboys.
Let him go.
I won't hit him. I will whip your ass, though.
I'm gonna whip your ass!
-Who's your daddy? -You're my daddy.
Louder, nigga! I'm gonna beat your motherfucking ass!
You fucking jumping punk! Get up!
I'm not done with your ass. You need a whuppin', motherfucker.
Respect your elders! Respect your fucking elders, punk!
This stupid motherfucker's crazy!
Be off this bitch, cuz.
What part of "couch" don't you understand?
Damn. I'm fresh out. Ain't you happy to see me?
No. I didn't tell you to come here. You invited yourself.
After my parole officer saw the letters you wrote, he approved me to stay here.
I only wrote you twice, just to be nice. I wasn't thinking about you.
You wasn't. Why'd you accept all them calls then?
I must've been in your head.
I'm your first, Yvette.
Your first, your last, and you're my only.
Quit playing and give me some love.
Get the fuck out of my room.
I ain't trying to go there with you. And don't wake my baby.
You can have a baby with Jody, but you won't fuck me?
You better get to the couch, Rodney, before I call your parole officer.
-Oh, like that? -Yeah, like that.
Give me an extra blanket.
Get it out of the closet. And close my door.
Who are you, loc?
Where's Yvette?
Nigga, are you Jody?
Yvette ain't here.
You come to get your little son?
Come get the motherfucker. I ain't trying to be his father.
Joe Joe, come here.
You okay?
Go downstairs. Hurry up.
I can't believe this motherfucker had the audacity to come here...
...after he talk shit to me when I was locked up...
...fucked my bitch and had a baby by her! Go get the heat. Fuck this nigga!
Hey, nigga.
He's riding a bike?
You sound real hard on the phone, nephew.
Y'all got to get that nigga, cuz.
-That nigga's a moron. -We'll get that fool.
Full speed ahead.
Come on, little man.
You're getting heavy. You hungry?
You know about that music, youngster? That's grown folks' music.
That's Marvin! What's he say, baby?
Jody? Marvin. Please believe me.
-Them niggas still at your fucking house? -No.
Wait right here.
I didn't ask Rodney to come to my place. He just showed up.
Now he won't leave.
You wanted a man at the house. I guess you happy now.
I didn't ask him to come, Jody.
I'm not fucking him, if you were thinking that.
Look, the car broke and the engine needs fixing.
Ain't my problem.
-Get the fuck off my doorstep. -Jody, wait!
He don't love me no more.
Oh, my God. He don't love me no more.
Get me out of here!
Peanut, what you doing?
Nothing.
You miss me?
You love me?
You hear me? You love me?
What do you want? I'm busy.
You ain't doing shit. Come get me so I can give you a sample.
What? I ain't coming to get your ass!
You ain't got your other baby momma's ride tonight?
Why you doing all that?
Tell you what. When I want some dick, maybe I'll call you...
...and you can find a way to get here. Okay?
Is this what I think it is?
Jody!
Jody! What is this?
Cannabis.
It was in my tomato plants! I show you something new, and this is what you do?
Plant this bullshit in my garden?
-Are you saying I planted this? -Who else?
I didn't. Check your boyfriend, Melvin. I told you, he's foul.
You're blaming me for his bullshit.
Come on, Jody. You know you did it! Melvin wouldn't do no shit like this.
You trust him before me? I didn't do it!
Why would I put weed in my momma's garden?
-Shut up, Jody! -What kind of fool do you think I am?
Where's Melvin? Ask him!
-He's a bitch-ass nigga. -Shut up, Jody.
Watch. I'll show you.
Tell him, Momma.
Tell me what?
She found the weed you planted by her tomatoes.
Tell her about it so she can get off my case. You did it, huh?
Melvin.
-Yeah. -Kick him out, Momma.
Mel! What was you thinking about?
Getting blazed.
-I'm not understanding. -I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
Ain't that a bitch.
So, it's cool now? When it was on me, it was World War lll.
But since Mr. Melvin fessed up to it, it's all good?
See how you is, Momma? I would never do that shit.
I don't want to go back to jail, or put you there.
But I don't get no credit for that.
-Shut up, Jody. -Can't stand the truth?
I need you to shut up!
Truth hurt, don't it? How you think I feel, you laid up with this thug-ass nigga...
...you don't know, who wants to kick me out so he can do whatever.
I can take care of myself!
You don't need to be checking the folks I deal with.
Am I in your business with all the hookers you run around with? No.
So I need the same respect, Jody!
You are getting on my last nerve with this shit about Melvin. I'm tired of it!
What? This is my house, too!
Your house?
Do you pay any bills in this motherfucker? Do you fix anything?
When's the last time you paid a bill? All you do is eat, sleep and shit!
Walking around here like you're King Tut!
Don't give me no mess about whose house this is. It's mine!
And if I want to bring a man in...
...I'll bring a man in! That's my say, not yours!
What the fuck you laughing at?
Your spoiled ass.
Melvin, honey. Don't start anything, please.
No, 'Nita. He need to hear this.
Now I keep quiet out of love and respect for your momma...
...but you need to grow up and be a man.
Be a man? What do you mean? Like you?
I should be like you, Melvin?
Li'l nigga, you could never be like me. You don't need to be.
What you need is to stop blaming everyone...
...for your problems. Check yourself.
You know what your problem is, Baby Boy? You got shit twisted.
You got an Oedipus complex: you want your momma to be your woman.
But this is my woman. My woman.
All right. That's enough. Come on.
Forget this shit. I got heat for niggas like you.
Jody, that's enough.
Nigga, you need to move!
What, motherfucker? I told you not to fuck with me!
Melvin, stop it! Melvin, stop! Melvin!
No, Melvin, stop it! Stop it! Break it up!
Are you two crazy?
I told him not to fuck with me! But you want to fuck with me?
I try to be a good nigga, but I can't because bitch-ass niggas...
...like you want to fuck with me! You want to fuck with me.
You want a nigga with two strikes on him to go to jail for life!
-I'm leaving. -No! I'm leaving. I can't live like this.
That's right! You leave this house!
Deal with your son!
-Or I'm going to kill him! -Don't go.
Deal with him before I kill him!
"Don't go"?
You're choosing this nigga over me?
Your flesh and blood? Your child?
You are not a baby anymore! You are not a child!
That fucker puts a hand on me, I'll kill him!
Wait! Calm down!
If I get killed...
...it's on you, Momma.
You got your own life.
Yeah.
"Momma got a life, too."
I know now.
Don't call me when this nigga starts beating you.
I'm sorry.
I fucked up.
Nigga, who told you to light my candles? You trippin'.
Hush. I'm trying to set the mode up in here.
There ain't no mode and get your feet off my table. You moded.
Nigga! You will never taste this again, ever!
Hush with that. You know you love me.
Whatever! That's why you out there.
Quit bullshitting yourself.
You quit. Better use your hand! Towel's in the closet.
Do what you know, jailbird. Good night.
Hold me.
Hold me tight.
Rodney, wake up!
Goddamn!
You have to find somewhere to live. You can't stay here no more.
You know I ain't got nowhere else to stay.
I don't care where you go, just go, Rodney!
Get your monkey ass out! Got my house smelling like stale feet!
Get out!
Good morning, scrub.
Built yourself a little fort?
I don't give a fuck about your fort.
I hate you.
I hate you, too, li'l nigga. You ain't my son.
Shit.
-Come here, Yvette. -Get off me.
-We'll have some order around here. -Get your hands off me!
First, we need to get married.
Then you'll have my baby.
Are you crazy? I ain't having no baby by you!
Why not? You got a baby by that punk-ass nigga Jody!
-Two days and you ain't gave me any. -That ain't my problem!
-Get off of me! -You know you love me.
Get out of my room!
Get your ass back over here!
I'm sick of playing games.
Sit your ass down.
I'll break your fucking face if you get up again.
You're gonna give me some. Turn over. I'm horny.
-Don't hit my mommy! -Shut up! Go watch cartoons.
Joe Joe, go to your room, baby.
Open up. You're gonna have my baby.
Leave my mommy alone!
Stop it!
You're going to rape me? In front of my son?
Stop!
Stop it! Get off my mommy!
Get off me.
-I want my daddy. -I know.
-Fuck your punk-ass daddy! -I do, too.
Fish and bread keep a poor man fed.
Add 'em up.
I'll get you something to fight with.
It didn't take you that long to sit down.
He see you. He's just trying to front.
Thanks, Kim.
What's up, Pea?
Strike 'em up.
Where you at, Pea?
Come on, add them up.
Where you going, Yvette?
Why you acting all man? It's like you don't miss me.
You don't know what I've been through the last two days.
Rodney tried to rape me in front of Joe Joe.
He was screaming, "Daddy!" and I was there alone.
Baby, I'm here.
I miss you. I miss your ass so much.
I love you. You're my rib. You heard of Adam's rib?
That's how God made Eve.
I'm going to get my stuff.
Damn.
I can't do this.
How will you get him out, then?
I don't know.
But if we whip his ass...
...he'll come back with his homies and shoot me, my girl and my baby.
I ain't trying to be no killer. I can't have that on my heart, Pea.
I feel you.
If you don't want to, I'm with you.
But if you do want to take this fool out, I'm here, too.
Let's pray on it.
Dear Lord, please forgive us for the sins we have brought upon us...
...and show us forgiveness for the sins we will have in the future.
I know You understand that niggas ain't perfect, but we try, Lord.
We try to keep our heads up in bad times.
This is a bad time.
Show us the way.
And if You can't show us the way, then forgive us for being lost.
Jody.
Motherfucking Jody.
I'm sick of this bitch-ass motherfucker.
Cuz, you ready to smash on this nigga?
I know where his homie stay. Turn on Vernon.
This nigga's dead.
You're a lover, not a fighter.
Y'all thirsty?
-I'm straight. -Okay. Holler if you need anything.
Cool?
Everything's copastetic.
I hope Yvette hurries up and gets back over here.
There's my girl.
Yvette?
You see this shit, Pea? Played too much.
Yvette. Get your ass over here.
-What happened to Jody? -Go back inside!
Thank God.
I thought I was dead.
Fuck.
I thought I was dead.
Yvette?
Where you at, boo?
What is up with the lights? Yvette?
You're just going to turn off the electricity?
So what? I'm supposed to be scared or something?
Shit! Come on!
Blast, nigga! Get him!
Blast!
Come on.
Fuck! Goddamn!
Finish him off, man. Do it, cuz.
Shoot me, you punk motherfucker!
I seen everything except Christ anyway, motherfuckers!
Shoot me, nigga!
Come on!
Fucking coward. I'm a fucking....
Get the fuck back, nigga.
What's cracking, Momma?
-You hungry? -No.
-Where you been staying? -I found a place.
Everything's grown now.
I'm about to pick some greens for tomorrow.
Throw them in the sink, wash them.
What do you want, Jody? Money? I ain't got no money--
No, Momma. God!
I'm cool. Gee whiz.
You want some money?
Yeah, I want some money, 20 years' worth.
If you was one of them mutual funds, I'd be paid.
Melvin told me you all had a talk.
Yeah, we did.
I'm glad you got a boyfriend.
I'm glad you're happy.
I just thought once you got a new boyfriend, you'd kick me out.
I'd be out in the street and get killed like Ray-Ray.
You did kick me out...
...but I ain't dead yet. I'm a rider for mine.
Nobody kicked you out, Jody. You just left the nest.
And quit this talk about dying. Nobody's gonna die no time soon.
You don't know what life will deal you.
You just need to try to be happy while you're here...
...hope there's another place better than this...
...and hope that Jesus lets your ass in.
But while you're here...
...you better watch your back.
That's what I know, Momma.
That's what I know.
Let me get some of this wine.
That's mine. Go get your own.
Why? You have realised I'm a grown-ass man right about now, right?
-It's cool. -So stupid.
I'll get my own. I love you.
I love you. You be good.
Ain't no thing, Momma. I'm gonna do my thug thizzle.
I'm going to make some changes, change my life.
-What's cracking? -What's up, Jody?
Not much. Loving this California life.
You know.
Keep my momma happy, all right?
I'm on the job.
Stay up, Baby Boy.
I got you.
What do you think, Melvin?
Now that's my shit, youngster.
You know nothing about it. It's for grown folks.
I used to get a lot of pussy off that song.
Get a bigger jumpsuit next week.
Why you always leave me walking?
I don't know if walking will help you drop it off.
Real funny. I can't wait to drop it off.
I love y'all.
I'm about to spank that ass.
No, I'm about to spank that ass for life.
Please believe me.
On the real!
-Is that what you think? -That's what I know.
I got two books. I bid four.
-You got to get four. Stop talking shit. -What?
That's cool. Take your little shit. Bring it back.
Girl, you don't know nothing about this.
I got things going on you wouldn't understand.
-All that talking. -That's all to Jesus.
Nigga, put the card down! Put the card down!
I'm going to take it.
-I love you. -I love you, but I'm going to take that.
Can I get some love?
Don't say you love me and don't give me no love.
I got a little pickle tongue.
Okay, back to the ass whuppin'. Here we go.
Talk to me, baby. Talk to me. Should I have bid for nine?
Bam, nigga! What nine? You better get your $3.
Be gentle with my baby, okay?
-I know. I should. -You're about to create a gangsta.
This is a girl. This one is mine. I need a girl.
The baby was doing a crip walk last night. It's a boy.
No, it's a girl. Please give me a girl.