:36:01
l'm getting those digits.
:36:05
Don't play yourself.
You ain't got no rap.
:36:07
She don't know that.
:36:11
Sweet daddy!
:36:16
Why you cock-blockin' me?
:36:18
lt ain't like that.
We go way back.
:36:20
l used to go with her
in third grade.
:36:22
-l don't remember that.
-For three days.
:36:26
Why you trippin'?
:36:28
Just make sure we don't trip
on the dance floor.
:36:58
Why these cops
keep sweatin' us, man?
:37:02
They always fuckin' with us.
:37:09
They're gone, man.
:37:13
Damn.
:37:14
Look at us, fellas.
:37:15
This is not right.
We're nervous and tense.
:37:18
Cop cars follow us,
and we just go to pieces.
:37:21
-This ain't us!
-This ain't the way.
:37:23
l know there's a reason
behind all this.
:37:25
And l know what the reason is.
:37:26
All because of some faggot,
head-like-a-rocket...
:37:29
stick-your-finger-in-a-socket,
punk motherfucker named Kid.
:37:32
That's who l mean!
:37:33
Ever since this fool
came into my life...
:37:36
l can't do nothin'
but see him, man.
:37:38
l'll be alone with
my woman sometimes...
:37:40
damn near ready
to wax that ass...
:37:43
and all l can do
is vision this fool.
:37:46
-Word?
-Word.
:37:48
l don't know about that.
:37:49
l know when it comes
to my dick action...
:37:53
all l can think about
is the pussy.
:37:56
He must have a mental block
or something.
:37:59
Pee-Wee, you know what l mean.