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:03:02
Now, as soon as my pops
found out Debo
was gettin'out,

:03:07
he wanted me to move
with my uncle and little cousin
in Rancho Cucamonga...

:03:12
till things calm down...
:03:15
or Debo went back to prison,
whichever comes first.

:03:19
[Disco]
:03:22
[Groans]
How can you
just stay in your seat

:03:27
The music's pumpin'
so get on your feet

:03:30
Craig, off your ass
and on your feet! This ain't
no time to beat your meat.

:03:34
[Continues]
All right.

:03:37
I'll be out in about
35, 45 minutes.

:03:42
You'll go blind, boy.
:03:45
You hurry up,
'cause this is Friday.
We gotta hit the highway.

:03:49
[Craig's Voice]
I feel like the biggest punk
around here.

:03:55
I whipped Debo's ass.
:03:58
He should be the one movin'.
:04:09
[Crossing Bells Ringing]
Chase me

:04:14
[Continues, Indistinct]
:04:20
[Blow Landing]
:04:26
Where am I gonna ride at?
Shut up, punk.
You're walkin'.

:04:29
But I'm tired, man!
:04:32
Chase me through the night
:04:36
So come on
Come on! Come on!

:04:43
[Whimpering]
:04:56
Craig!
Will you come on?

:04:57
I don't wanna hit
that morning traffic.

:04:59
You had enough time
to get yourself together.


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