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Come on, man. Give me some fucking help.

I'm dying right now.

Sign right there.

Nah. You're getting blood all over it.

Lucky I brought another copy.

Sign with your left hand...

right there.

Well... I'm sure there's something

you want to say in your own defense.

♪ I'm tryna see all my niggas with jewels ♪

♪ And yet I can't always afford food ♪

♪ That's the type of nigga that I am ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm dumb as shit, but I got a plan ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm wylin' with my money ♪

♪ And my mouth finna look sunny ♪

♪ I'll smoke the profit off a flip, nigga ♪

♪ Please know I do not give a shit, nigga ♪

♪ I want Florida perm cuts on all of my teeth ♪

♪ Niggas with just one cap won't be fuckin' with me ♪

♪ Trillion cut, give no fuck, I know I'm not ugly ♪

♪ With a mouth full of slugs, I'm on my Ron Weasley ♪

♪ I want Florida perm cuts on all of my teeth ♪

♪ Niggas with just one cap won't be fuckin' with me ♪

♪ Trillion cut, give no fuck, I know I'm not ugly ♪

♪ With a mouth full of slugs, I'm on my Ron Weasley ♪

♪ Finna act a bigger dick than all Jim Crow's kids ♪

♪ I lost all sense and sensibility ♪

♪ At the trenches' entrance ♪

♪ Life got no meaning outside of the stimulus ♪

♪ And the money flip, whippin' down Washington in the Prius ♪

♪ Looking, oh, so suspicious, fortunes every week ♪

♪ And niggas ain't never spun no wheel ♪

♪ I put the chain in game changer for real ♪

♪ A quarter off the flip, and I ain't even ♪

♪ Broke open my last seal ♪

So?

What's good?

Lil' Rip?

Hey, man, put a "C" on the beginning

of that shit next time.

What you gonna do?

Show me what you gonna do.

Mnh. Mnh. Hold on. I got you something.

- What? - I got you something.

- Show me after. - Hold on. Just chill. Hold on.

Tell me you're not proposing right now.

Nah, I ain't proposing. This-- It's a gift.

I mean, it is a ring, though.

This is my mom's. It's just some Zulu shit.

You know? I thought it was kinda cool.

I, um...

Damn. I-- I thought you knew what this was.

Us just having fun or whatever.

I mean... that's not all it is,

but my ass can't be seen with no Crip.

And I damn sure can't be wearing his jewelry around.

- You feel me? - I know that shit.

That's why we should fucking leave.

Get our own spot where it ain't all this gang shit, man.

- That shit exhausting. - Yeah.

I'm gonna need you to take your Zulu ring...

and get the fuck out my ride.

For real?

Zarina Shannon, exit the vehicle.

Step out now, or we start firing!

Come on. Nice and slow.

Let's go!

Come on!

We ain't even on set. What is y'all doing?

Turn around and face the other way.

- Get your hands on the hood. - Where is your bodycam at?

What you doing, homeboy?

You're not reaching for that piece, are you?

Bitch-ass piece.

What are you doing with this?

If I search this car, I'm not gonna find any drugs?

Do it look like there's drugs in the car?

It does look like there's drugs in the car.

All right. Well, you at it, so check it.

Get him out here now!

You stay put.

It's loaded.

If you want in Night Patrol, this is it.

- Shit! - Look at him go!

Run, boy!

Go get him!

The fuck?!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You don't have to do this.

You don't gotta do this. Hey, hey, just hold up.

Hold up, hold up, hold up!

When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was be a cop.

I just thought it was the coolest thing.

Or lit. I thought it was lit.

But, um, I know the way you see cops

is not the way it was for me.

We're portrayed differently now in the media and in movies.

We're seen in a very specific light, often a negative light.

And there are a few bad apples out there.

I'm not gonna discount that.

But I'm here to tell you that most of us are good.

Okay? We're good apples.

Now, why do they even have us out there in the world?

What do they pay us for?

Well, unfortunately, there are a lot of people out there

who are not so good.

- Yeah! - Oh, God.

Yeah! Y'all know what it is!

Y'all know what it is!

Okay. Uh-oh.

What's up?!

You don't have to do this!

Hope y'all prayed to a higher power today!

I hope you fucking prayed to a higher power today!

Hey, you. Yeah, you.

I guess I'm gonna break my dick off in you, cuh.

- What? - Get your bitch ass down here.

Did I stutter? Hurry the fuck up!

Did I stutter?! Kneel the fuck down!

Did I say get up?!

Why don't you put your thumb in your mouth?

Put your motherfucking thumb in your mouth, nigga.

And work that shit. Like we bumped up in Chino.

♪ Now I'm in the pen ♪

- Slower, nigga. Slower, nigga! - Okay.

That was great. That was fun, wasn't it?

That was great!

Okay. How about a... big round of applause here?

Just a demonstration. All fun. It's okay.

You're-- You're okay.

Fucking blanks? Inside a school?

Brass is gonna have your badge for that cowboy shit.

Brass wanted me on juvie intervention.

I think I intervened.

Yeah, that's great.

Whether you know it or not,

them little niggas gonna piss their pants the next time

they even think about stealing a pack of gum.

Mission accomplished.

Yeah. What's the fucking mission?

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Proactive policing, sir.

Stings like a bitch.

I got it. See ya!

♪ I bang 'til the bang is gone ♪

♪ I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs ♪

♪ I bang for the gangsta hoes ♪

♪ I bang for Pasadena rose ♪

♪ I bang on a bitch, and I click, I'm gone ♪

♪ I chose to bang when I R-A-P ♪

You know, I told you we don't have to keep it formal,

so you can-- you can cut the "sir" shit.

It's getting a little annoying.

What, you just one of the boys?

Is that what this is? Like...

We're all in the same, sucking shit together?

That's-- That's your style?

Something like that.

♪ I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef ♪

♪ I bang the heat, I bang for free ♪

Pull over to the curb right now!

Stop. Engine off!

♪ 'Til you cop a plea ♪

♪ I put the B in B-A-N-G ♪

So is that how y'all did it in Spec Ops?

Just back-to-back, dumping hella mags, yelling,

spraying up Charlie and shit?

- Something like that. - Something like that.

♪ All I do is bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Come through, hittin' corners ♪

♪ All you hear is "bang-bang-bang" ♪

♪ For all my fallen soldiers ♪

Stop running!

Suspect fleeing on foot!

You the one that wet up bin Laden.

You can tell me. I ain't gonna tell nobody.

You on some John Rambo, Michael Dudikoff shit.

Still not exactly clear what ninjas have to do

with being a Scout sniper, but...

I'm impressed that you threw in a Michael Dudikoff reference.

You gotta be the only Crip that knows Michael Dudikoff.

Well, we got a sleeper shift to burn,

so plenty of time for some 'Nam flashbacks.

Ah, great.

Is that-- Did that... Yeah!

♪ Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all ♪

♪ Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall ♪

♪ Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe ♪

Why don't we talk about your sordid past instead?

- Ah! Boo! - Yeah, that's what I thought.

- You fucking suck! - That's what I thought.

Still can't believe they got you working juvie.

You were a P2. What a waste.

I made it out of the Courts.

Once a Crip, always a Crip.

No. Fuck that. You're a cop. You know your shit.

And you're not fucking off like an asshole.

Thank you.

♪ Bang-bang-bang ♪

That means a lot coming from a genuine Navy SEAL like yourself.

♪ Bang-bang-bang ♪

Sir.

Christ.

Three months riding around together,

we must've eaten here, what, 600 times?

Y-You're not sick of this torta truck yet?

All right.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

The police!

Whoo!

Ah, my friend.

What looks good today? Yeah?

Two, uh... two tortas.

Yes, and a, uh, an apple.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, friend. Thank you.

Uh, yo, Carr, let me--

let me run something by you.

Shoot.

I was running a street name, gang name, whatever,

and I'm coming up blank.

You come across a "Cripboi" in your previous day job?

Uh, why would you offer salsa

if you're gonna give us just one little container of salsa?

I don't know, man. It's just how they do it.

They give you one salsa. Who cares?

Let it go. Let it go.

- Cripboi? - Cripboi? Crip-- Uh...

- What? - With a "I"?

It's a tag I came across. Got me curious.

But, um, thought you might know off the top.

Cancel it. I'll-- I'll keep digging.

It's just funny because, um,

it's my brother's gamer handle from back in the day.

- Oh. - Let me hit him up.

I'll-- I'll ask him.

All right. Yeah. Make the call. I'll handle this.

I'll handle the important shit, all right?

You just have to know how to speak the language

of the working man.

- Amigo! - All right, partner.

My asshole partner

said that your tortas taste like

rat meat and jizz.

He said that he wants two!

I speak Spanish, motherfucker!

Ah, three! Three jizz tortas.

- Yeah? - Hey. You got a minute?

Uh, nah, not really.

You good? You sound-- You sound weird.

I ain't got time for this right now, Zay.

Oh. Packed day of doing fuck-all?

You just sitting around

Ayanda's house with your thumb up your ass?

Would you start giving him extra salsas, please?

What's good? Are you in trouble?

You really calling me to ask me

if I'm in trouble right now, Zay,

or are you just trying to be in my business?

You're fine. You're-- We'll leave it at that.

You're good.

So, look, I'm calling, uh-- calling about a A.K.A.

You ever heard of a "Cripboi"?

I got PD asking me about it,

and, uh, it sounds like something serious.

Uh, hey, I gotta-- Uh, I gotta go, all right?

I-I'm gonna hit you later.

Wa--

Fuck.

On your bitch ass!

Yo! Bitch-ass Crips! Hey, yo, yo! What up, bitch?!

You in Blood territory, fool!

You out your fucking mind coming here?

Fuck you want, nigga?

I came to see Bornelius.

[ Chuckle ] See me?

You see deez nuts, nigga.

Little nigga, I should shoot your fucking dick off.

You been sniffing after my little sister again?

No, no, no, no. Let me guess.

You're here to beg for me not to kill you

and all them lil' crab niggas from your hood

for my fallen soldiers, right?

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

I can't stand you Zulu motherfuckers.

I just came to tell you...

...LAPD shot your sister.

I think it was maybe Night Patrol.

L-- LAP...

Nigga, I'll shoot you right now, nigga.

No, no, no! Look, look, look, look!

They-- They knew where she would be, all right,

when they did that shit!

Man, check this nigga over real quick, man.

LAPD. What the fuck is you talking about, man?

- What the crystal saying? - He's human.

- All right. - But he damn sure ain't Piru.

Well, let me check his aura.

What, you out here infiltrating the set, nigga?

Man, no!

I know. Maybe...

...Illuminati.

One of these old shape-shifting,

reptilian-worshipping-ass,

microchip-planting-ass niggas.

- Hmm. - Hey. Look.

Preem said that y'all was into y'all

"conspiriocracies" and shit,

but, nigga, you sound dumb.

I pray y'all minds ain't so sherm-fried

that y'all won't just listen to me!

All right? Hear me out!

I'm gonna ask you one time, my nigga.

You set up Primo with the police?

No. I did not.

Then why the fuck you here and my sister dead then, nigga?!

Huh? Huh?!

- Huh?! - Yeah, nigga.

Why they ain't kill your bitch ass, too?

Look. I don't fucking know.

I don't know. They just-- They just didn't.

You know something, nigga.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this shit.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Night Patrol did this shit?

Fuck!

I didn't know they did this to her.

Y'all feel that?

Residual satanic energy floating all through this motherfucker.

A demon killed Preem.

A demon? Fuck you mean a demon?

A demon, nigga.

Look like a leopard did this shit on Piru.

I ain't seen too many leopards in the hood.

Could have been my shape-shifter.

They've been tracking one in the area.

Nah.

Last time I checked,

wasn't no shape-shifters killing no Bloods.

Not if they don't want me to shape-shift a hole

in their motherfucking head.

- It could be a lizard man. - True, true.

You niggas are fucking remedial.

LAPD did this. I told y'all that shit!

So what the fuck is you saying, nigga?

This some LAPD lizard man shit? Hmm?

Fuck up.

Looks like we got chemical burns on here

from their acid tongues.

Born, man, this shit fucked up.

Come on, man. Bring that energy pyramid over.

We ain't gonna leave her here in this spiritually unclean shit.

Whatever killed Preem...

...coming for us next.

Ah, shit's weak!

- Oh, not for you. - Yeah, right.

- It's one of your better ones. - Man...

Hey, can you act like you house-trained?

Are you serious? It's a bar.

No spitting on the fucking floor, assholes!

Oh, you got him doing-- fucking Mr. Clean.

- Hawkins, you fucking dog, you. - What?

I ain't crashing the going-away party, am I?

Oh, hey, hey. No, no, no. We're-- We're good.

- What'd you say? - I owe you a congrats, hombre.

Gonna get you a beer.

Get one for my partner, too, huh?

Thanks a lot, Rivette.

Hey. What that neo-Nazi say?

Ah...

Ha!

Got the bump. Made Night Patrol.

- Oh, shit! - Yeah.

Wha-- Shit! That's...

Man! One year in, you already made task force.

How many war crimes I gotta commit to get my pin?

It's not funny.

You didn't tell him yet, did you?

I was working up to it.

Ah, shit. You know how it is, Carr.

Night Patrol likes 'em mean and white.

Oh, yeah? But you're so nice!

You're, like, one of the nice ones.

I can't tell if you're joking.

Yeah?

Well, look, man, it don't hurt that you're also a war hero,

so congratulations, for real.

Yeah?

All right.

- Well, thanks, man. - Yeah.

Now, are we gonna keep drinking cat piss

or can we get fucking drunk?!

Who wants shots?!

What the fuck?

Damn.

Where you been?

Out.

And about.

Out and about?

What the fuck, Wazi?

You know you not supposed to be out all night.

All right, Ma. I'm sorry, okay?

- I didn't-- - What the fuck is that, Wazi?!

You took this out of my room?!

You take this ring out the Courts?

- Look, I didn't-- - Answer me right now.

- Where did you go with it? - We just--

"We"? Who is "we"?

I met somebody when I was out.

Fucking who was it, Wazi?

Primo.

Piru Primo?

Yeah.

Police rolled up on us.

Ma, they shot her.

They shot her right there.

I don't know.

Was it Night Patrol?

Gang task force?

Did they see you?

Yes.

You done brought sucking death down on us, boy.

You know that, right?

Night Patrol is just getting started.

I seen this. They did the same thing with your father.

What have I been screaming at you since you was in diapers?

This shit is good versus evil.

The beast in the night prowling in the dark

for our blood, preying on the righteous people of God's earth!

God!

This is...

We're fucked.

We need to be ready.

Hey, big man. Playing some games?

My buddy loves games.

Save it for the hunt.

Damn.

Fuck.

Shit.

- Fuck! - Oof. Ooh.

Shut the fuck up. Shut the-- Shut the fuck up.

You sniffing around about a Cripboi

makes a whole lot of sense now.

Should make your bones chasing around my little brother.

Huh? Partner?

- Here we go. - What?

Here we go.

I'm just fucking with you, dude.

You Night Patrol!

Puff your chest out!

Puff your motherfucking chest out!

You're the LAPD Prince of the varrio.

No?

I don't get it.

What-- What is with you

and this hard-on for making Night Patrol?

I'm not hard.

I wasn't hard when I said that.

- They're top dogs. - That's what it is?

- Yes. Ain't-- Not that deep. - Yeah.

What's so wild about me wanting to roll with the big boys?

Going from your neighborhood to gang task force

is a little wild.

What is that, like the Crip version

of rebelling against your parents?

- Something like that. - Something like that.

Daddy was a Crip.

Cuh-rip! Cuh-rip!

He used to say that shit when he walked in the house.

He got me in it... Moms in it.

It's all family with the set.

Hmm. Yeah, I bet.

Well, my house is a little different.

My moms blasted my pops right in front of me.

They was arguing.

I don't even remember what they was arguing about.

But my little brother, Wazi, he was this baby.

- He was crying. - How old were you?

I was nine.

I was tryin' to look out for that little boy,

but he still stays with her.

And he believe everything she says.

She's fucking crazy, dude,

on her African mysticism bullshit.

Yeah, whatever she's been on,

she's been on it ever since she killed my pops.

Jesus Christ.

X, I didn't-- I didn't know that.

It's fucking awful.

I'm sure you've heard what happened to my dad.

LAPD. Died in the line of.

Well, I bet you didn't know...

...Dad was Night Patrol.

I did not know that.

Yeah, they had something to do with his death.

I know it.

We could never get a straight story from brass.

You doing all this on some revenge shit?

My dad was a good man. He was a good cop. I know it.

- This is Night Patrol. - Yeah.

Do you hear what you're saying?

- Yeah. - They don't fuck around.

Fuck.

LAPD! Fuck off!

Hey!

Hey!

Hawkins, get in the car.

Oh, shit.

How'd you find me?

Turn your radio on, shitbird.

You forget we work nights?

That Cripboi shit? It's my brother.

I'm fucking worried about him.

I hear you. I'll do what I can for him.

I'm still earning their trust.

Watch yourself, partner.

Tell me something, Hawkins.

You seriously think you're ready for Night Patrol?

Are we still doing this hazing bullshit?

Come on, man. I popped your banger.

You got your dirt on me.

When are you gonna let me in on the big secret around here?

The word's out. You guys are-- You're more than just good.

You're-- You're special. I wanna be a part of that.

What-- You tell me. What do-- What do I gotta do?

Figured we'd clear the air here, hoss.

All right. Good.

Sarge has got plans for you, but...

I'm not buying the bullshit.

You're not the only one with friends in Blackwater.

Yeah, it's all there.

At least enough to paint the picture.

Favorite's Afghanistan.

Yeah, that part where an entire camp of insurgents

end up with their heads on pikes after ambushing your unit.

That's old-school payback.

But here's the thing-- It doesn't impress me.

Now, what I need are team players in the field,

not some asshole with his own agenda in my unit.

But... Sarge made the call.

Sarge wants you in.

So...

...here you are.

All of these missions, everything in here,

I was part of a team.

I'm a team player.

I promise you. I won't be a problem for you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

We'll see.

What's this?

Sarge wants us running down the kid

that slipped us on the 1-8-7.

All right. Lead the way.

I'm not going in there. You are.

His bike's in the trunk.

Use it to get him to open the door for you.

Evening, ma'am.

You demons work fast.

Ma'am, do you mind if I step inside?

If you think you can.

Thank you.

I won't take up too much of your time.

I'm just, uh-- I'm looking for your son Wazi.

Is he around?

He here for you!

Just to talk to you.

Here to bring him his bike back, actually.

Wazi.

No, no, no, no, no!

I left your bike right there.

You left it somewhere you shouldn't have been,

so I wanted you to have it, if you need it.

And you use it.

Do you understand?

There anything else?

That's all. Thank you for your time.

I'll get out of your hair.

You have a lovely place.

Sorry for the intrusion.

- Well? - He wasn't home.

Where's Hawkins? Bring him to me.

It's time.

I got him right here, suited and booted.

He says he's ready to roll.

Even though he's got no fucking idea what he's in for.

Ethan. My son.

I've waited so long to bring you into the fold.

And to finally see you in the flesh,

well...

...it pleases me.

You've come home now.

Here with your father again.

This is not real.

You're not real. You're dead.

I saw you die.

I am reborn.

Bathed in the blood.

So shall you be.

What'd you do?

What did you do? You fuck!

You gave me a fucking drug.

You died! You're dead!

I'm so proud of the man you've become.

I watched you. I know how hard it was.

You suffered.

You lived with horror.

It just wasn't the same.

Dad.

But you don't need to struggle anymore.

You don't need to.

Your pain can simply vanish.

When you join me.

- What? - When you join us.

You're standing on the threshold of perfection.

- What the fuck? - Death defeating death!

Will you be reborn in his image?

Why are you talking like that? What is going on?

- I'm just-- - Hold him.

No. What the fuck? What the fuck?

- When you take of the blood... - What is this?

...the same blood that is now running through our veins,

you too will be granted everlasting life.

Be it his will.

Don't do this. Get the fuck off me!

I've dreamt of this for a long time.

Now drink.

You are the new link in an imperishable chain.

You are the fine line between civilization

and the unwashed.

Drink, Ethan.

Drink.

And live forever, my son.

Dad...

Girls got the day off. Come on in.

Let me guess-- You're throwing yourself

upon the mercy of the court of my boot in your ass

for that Juvenile Enforcement shit show

I've been on calls about for days now.

Um, doughnuts?

You know I'm prediabetic?

I-I didn't.

And there's also two missing.

Now, what do you want?

I'm feeling a certain way about being passed up

on Night Patrol for Hawkins

and, uh, just wanted to talk to you for a minute about it.

His father is a hero around here.

There's a lot of good police in his blood.

I'm a better cop than Hawkins.

I just want my shot.

You got a real future in this department,

provided you don't keep fucking it up.

Now, prove it.

Mm. That waitress with the titties?

Had to make Officer Johnson stand down.

Tell me she didn't want it.

X?

I guess.

Ah, you were all pouting and shit

'cause Hawkins was breaking up with you,

but I know you saw it.

She was practically begging for it.

Yeah?

Begging for all three-and-a-half inches

of that Irish whiskey dick?

Oh, fuck you, man.

That's it--

I'm planting crack in the cruiser.

Brass would probably believe that shit, too.

Let me tell you a little something about chicks, Carr.

They don't always want some baboon

cramming a firehose up their twat.

They want dicks genetically evolved

for their tight, white holes.

Lock and key, fucker.

Why you gotta say shit like that?

♪ A mouth to feed at the expense of ♪

♪ Both the partaker and the partaken ♪

♪ An ignorant sacrifice that's leading to the death of life ♪

♪ A savage slaughter, a needless bloodbath ♪

Is this the shit you listen to?

♪ Why do we not see through our greed? ♪

How you turn this shit off?

It's a button. It's a button on the top--

Get your ass the fuck out of bed.

No more playing around.

I let you float your entire life.

That shit over.

Now get up and help me fortify the Courts

against these gathering fucking demons.

Or I swear...

...your ass gonna be the first one they eat.

Done playin' with you.

♪ I had to change my life ♪

♪ Run for my life ♪

♪ Run for your life ♪

Hey, you got one of these?

♪ Might fuck tonight ♪

Excuse me.

Hey. Y'all get one of these pamphlets?

Your mama been running around like a chicken with no head.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, my.

- She need to come to church. - Mm!

Yeah, don't I know it.

Well, she said I'm supposed to tell you to go inside

once you done with your "chores."

Wait, wait, wait. Your mama got you on punishment?

Ain't on no punishment.

- I'm a grown man! - Oh, okay.

- Wazi! - Grown!

Uh-oh.

You been over to the community center yet?!

We got people over there!

Or if you're done, I need you inside!

Wazi?

- Grown man walkin'! - Go, Wazi!

Walk that walk, Wazi!

- Get a horchata yet? - They're sold out.

Fuck!

Yeah, Waz? I'm at work right now. What's up?

Yo, Wazi. What you need, man?

All right. Um...

At the...

Maybe I-- m--

Maybe I witnessed a murder.

Fuck, Waz.

This wouldn't happen to be that Piru lieutenant

I heard got smoked, would it?

Can we talk about this shit in person, X?

Okay. Where you gonna be?

Fish spot.

Meet me at the fish spot.

Fine.

Oh, and, Waz...

...please don't make me come looking for you.

Fuck is a Waz?

My Crippin'-ass little brother.

Oh, yeah? He out there set trippin'?

Something like that.

Fuck me!

I remember my first sandwich.

The fuck?

Can I get a napkin?

Rivette. Yo, do me a favor.

You want me to hang back like some fucking pre-pube boot

while you go lick NP scrote to get in good?

- Is that about right? - It's "pre-pubescent."

- Huh? What'd I say? - "Pre-pubes."

Yeah, before pubes. Pre-pube.

They don't tell us what to do, kid, all right?

Xavier Carr. Southeast Division.

Where we are currently standing.

Patrol fucking rules!

Uh, so, I'm partners with-- I was partnered with Hawkins,

and I got some intel on a case he was-- he was working on.

Is he around?

No.

That's a shame.

Just tell you then.

Got a line on your rider Piru shooter.

- Is that so? - Very much so.

I'm from Colonial Courts. I know the people.

I know what they're capable of.

A guy like me could be useful to task force.

Would you arrest your own brother?

I'm a cop. I arrest criminals.

Well, then, why don't you go do that, and we'll talk?

Fucking Wazi.

Jesus.

It's like the Honeycomb Hideout for Crips.

Let's radio in a few units.

No, we ain't calling nobody yet.

That's just gonna make matters worse.

If anything, I'll roll in myself so nothing pops off.

Partners don't let partners stroll into

the goddamn viper's pit solo-fucking-dolo, amigo.

Partners don't take cokehead roaring monkeys

ready to pop shit off when we're just trying

to take my brother out in one fucking piece,

so stand down.

Come on. What is we even doing here?

You are gonna shut your mouth and follow my lead.

If your brother doesn't help me get Night Patrol

off our fucking ass, then I got no use for him.

Hey, yo. Six up.

You piggos, man.

Stride the fuck on, nigga.

Wazi. We gotta go.

Wazi. Come on.

You people fuck around,

I will personally bring my entire squad back through

to boot-fuck all y'all straight back into your mamas' pussies.

How's that sound?

Okay. Hold up. Hold.

Thulani...

You ain't never nothing but one goddamn disappointment

after the next.

Bring white Satan for backup

up in my motherfuckin' house?

Oh, I'm not backup.

I'm ready to roach-spray this entire fucking sewer on a word.

Wazi, you cool?

What's the move here, Xavier?

"Xavier."

See you still rockin' that coon-ass slave name.

You can miss me with all your Black Panther, Zulu bullshit.

Do I look like a kid?

Does it look like I came here for a fucking lecture?

Well, you damn sure don't look like no man.

You look like a little piglet to me.

Zulu name Thulani,

but he chose "Xavier" and a swine's path.

LAPD over his own peoples.

Waz, you're in a lot of fucking trouble.

Night Patrol is looking for you.

You ain't hiding in the Courts.

They'll go through everybody to get you. Even her.

She killed Pop.

It's just me and you.

We could just dip.

My son ain't going nowhere.

And I told you,

you ever show your face around here again, I'll kill you.

- Useless-ass pig. - I don't want to fight.

Come in here wasting my fucking time.

I don't give a fuck what you want.

Go at a cop, see what happens.

Rivette, why do you keep fucking shit up?

No, no, no, fuck this Crip bitch

and all her little gangbanger fuckboys.

I don't give a good goddamn--

Annoying-ass fucking pig!

LAPD murdered one of our people just last night!

This the message you can take back to 'em!

Stay they fuck ass out the Courts,

or else they can get it too!

Now, ain't no way you leaving with Wazi.

But you and I both know you ain't walking out

this motherfucker without us beating

the dog shit out you, neither!

You going down for this, Ayanda.

Oh, they ain't done shit to me yet, nigga!

Big for nothing--

Who this?

Yo, Born, it's Wazi.

That cop that killed your sister,

he rolling through the Courts tonight.

Ayanda think all that voodoo bullshit gonna stop him.

She trying to throw rocks at him and shit.

Look, man, I ain't dealing with all that.

She gonna get all of us killed, man.

You niggas need to get over here

with some real firepower, all right?

All right. Bet.

♪ I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin' ♪

♪ I be trippin' on murder ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ What you trippin' on? ♪

Hold this.

♪ I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin' ♪

Hold it there.

There you go.

♪ What you trippin' on? ♪

♪ Thug life never die, nigga ♪

♪ So bury me a motherfuckin' G ♪

♪ And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga ♪

♪ Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga ♪

♪ 'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news ♪

♪ Channel seven, channel five, nigga ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my ♪

♪ Grind for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Thug life never die, nigga ♪

♪ So what, you pussies down to ride, nigga? ♪

♪ So bury me a motherfuckin' G ♪

♪ And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga ♪

♪ Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga ♪

♪ 'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news ♪

♪ Channel seven, channel five, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my ♪

♪ Grind for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ This how you niggas supposed to ride ♪

♪ Yeah, this how you niggas supposed to ride ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ This how you niggas supposed to ride ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ This how you niggas supposed to ride ♪

This is a sacred night.

Ethan has joined our holy mission.

Tonight when you step on that battlefield,

we show him how Night Patrol hunts.

No mercy for our prey,

which means we leave nothing on the plate.

No witnesses!

Tonight, in my son's honor,

we bleed Colonial Courts dry!

Rise.

Time to learn how to use your gift.

You've become strong with the blood,

purified as it courses through your veins,

made holy by his divine providence.

Tonight you are reborn in his flesh,

made in the image of God.

Though you feed on the low beasts of the field,

your true fangs will never touch their unclean flesh.

Now take your rightful place by my side.

Whoo! Drink your fill tonight, boys!

Oh, gettin' won't be this good till the next riot.

We shall reign over our master's kingdom together,

as he wills it.

Father and son.

Here's the story if anybody asks.

The turf war that's been brewing

is finally popping off at Colonial Courts.

We got the Zulu Block Gangster Crips

who murdered in cold blood

a female member of the Piru Fonk Rida Bloods,

and there's been retaliation killings on both sides.

So we get to go in under exigent circumstances.

We don't need a warrant.

We already have our invitation, boys.

And we're not leaving

until those blood tanks are overflowing.

Your boy came and told me about the pigs killing my baby sister.

Mm-hmm.

Kinda put his life on the line to do it.

- I heard. - Mm.

They killing Pirus and Crips.

Trying to pop some shit off between us.

And they think we dumb enough to do it, too.

- That's no doubt. - Mm-hmm.

Way I see it...

some things bigger than this gang shit.

Fuck you talking about, nigga?

Come on, blood.

I'm trying to work this shit out.

Consider this shit a ceasefire.

For the time being.

Yep.

Pigs on their way?

Night Patrol is.

Even fucking better.

I got skirmish lines set up every other courtyard

to slow the pigs' initial assault.

Fuck.

12 Adam 2-1, Dispatch. Code triple nine.

Need all units in the area on scene now.

Copy, 221. Lead unit on scene.

All other units ordered to stand down.

Who's lead unit?

Night Patrol.

Don't shoot.

Partner?

Wazi's holed up in Colonial Courts.

You good to help me get him?

Something like th--

Huh?

All right. Let's roll.

Yeah. All right.

No witnesses! No survivors!

Hey! Who the fuck do you think you are?!

911. What's your emergency?

They tryin' to break into my apartment!

I'm out in the Colonial Courts!

Ma'am, we have sent units out there.

911. What's your emergency?

I don't know what's going on!

People are knocking on my door!

Hey! Let me see a warrant!

They just killed somebody!

Okay. Now, calm down, ma'am.

Calm down. I'll check into that.

It looks like the police are coming in,

but I don't know what they doin'!

They're-- They taking people out the house!

You better send somebody!

Dispatch, Night Patrol is on the scene.

We've got it from here.

Drink.

Feed.

Feast.

Indulge in the sacred hunt.

Gorge yourself.

All are prey.

This is your baptism.

Wash yourself in blood.

I can't.

What's up? You sick?

Hey!

Fuck! Fuck! I can't.

Hey! Partner? Partner?

I thought I could handle it.

Hey! Hey!

Please get-- get the fuck back.

Fuck!

Stay back.

You know what's so fucking stupid about this?

I heard what they were.

I heard what they were and got put on 'em, and intel was good.

I still didn't believe. Now I'm fucked!

I'm fucked. I'm fucked.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about,

but we gotta go.

Just stay away.

Just leave. Get out of here.

- The fuck is wrong with you? - Stay back! Stay back!

- The fuck is wrong-- - Get the fuck back!

Hey! Hey! No! Come here.

If you don't let me do this, I'm gonna hurt you.

I can get my brother. Just go back to the unit.

- Just go! - I'm sorry!

Drink!

What the fuck?

Zay.

Stay vigilant, Damu. Remember your training.

If they're lizard men,

they got acid tongues six feet long and shit.

Hey, niggas! Chill the fuck out!

Tag a sigil on that wall, blood.

Don't fucking shoot me on Crip.

Nigga, what?

Hey, hey. He back up!

What?

Die, motherfucker!

Damn. That motherfucker kept running.

Fuck.

That's the pig that killed Preem?

Yeah.

Damn.

Damn. He got your brother, too?

Y'all get good. We huntin' his ass down tonight.

What? Fuck all that.

Look, I'm finna go get Moms

and get as far away from the Courts as possible.

Acting like a little--

Man, you ain't gonna last 30 seconds

out there rolling solo.

Sarge, nigga.

don't forget you gotta get your get-back

on them Night Patrollers for your loss.

That's right.

Don't be acting like a bitch now.

Look like we all carving up swine tonight.

- That's right. - Let's go, nigga.

Yeah, okay.

Now, here's what's happening tonight.

My men are gonna pump enough blood

out of you fucking people to last us a good long while.

And nobody-- and I mean nobody--

is coming to rescue you while we do it.

Do you know why?

You know why?

It's because you people are dog shit

on the heel of America's boot!

Why would anybody give a shit if I scraped it off for 'em?

Ooh!

Bring him over here.

There's that fear.

That fear makes the blood go down smoother than buttermilk.

Sir, just got word Ayanda's holed up in her rat's nest.

Looks like you'll need to step in.

She's been chewing our boys up.

You mean to tell me you can't handle one lowly native?

They've got their tribal shit everywhere.

I am sick of this ooga-booga bullshit.

Let's go.

Come on. Move your ass. Get in there, young man.

Respect your elders.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you!

Hey, folks, go ahead in.

Now, folks, sit tight, and, uh, we'll get to

ripping your fucking throats out shortly, okay?

- What? - Yeah. Fuck you.

What the fuck are you doing, dickhead?!

We're the same team, asshole! What the fuck?!

Hello?

Trying to see where Night Patrol posted up.

Shit. My phone.

Phone ain't fucking working.

They jammin' the signal.

Isolate and destroy.

It's textbook ethnic-cleansing tactics.

These devils go hard.

One time still coming through this motherfucker.

I think it's time we vamoose.

We ain't going nowhere till we get some payback

on that demon fuck.

Y'all saw that shit that happened back there, man.

Hold up.

Is it demons...

or is it lizard men?

Nah, nigga. Pigs.

Be pigs that do too much amphetamine.

They vampires.

Nigga, is you sure?

Yeah, nigga! They drink blood!

Well, a lot of foul creatures of the night drink blood.

That's not necessarily the decisive factor

for a vampiric classification.

Sound about right, though.

Yo, Trip, you brought them silver bullets?

Hold up, blood. That-- That's werewolves, man.

You trippin'.

Man, look.

I think we swing through the south side of the building,

get the jump on them niggas.

If they on some blood-sucking shit, air they ass out.

Y'all can use your, you know...

...holy weapons or something.

Hit 'em with that shit.

Look, what we need to do is get to Moms.

All right? Ayanda. She got a plan.

If her plan was to get lit the fuck up,

I'd say things are going pretty smooth, nigga.

Yeah, them pigs probably already done ate her alive.

Look, we ain't abandoning my moms.

Abandon what? She fucking dead, man!

Now, we stay on old boy trail and we get some get-back.

That's our best fucking option right now.

So you mean my best option is to let my mom die

and get killed by some fucking monsters?

Yeah. Yeah, that sound kinda fucked up.

How do we know if she's even still alive?

I just said we not abandoning her, nigga.

Yeah. See?

Look like them vampire motherfuckers

let Mama get her guns.

Bring y'all asses.

Ayanda! You brought this on yourself!

Yeah? Well, got that fire for your ass!

Oh, shit! Yeah, nigga! Hell yeah!

- Zulu street Crip! - Bitch-ass nigga.

- He ain't-- Oh, shit. Oh, shit. - Damn.

He ain't dead. Y'all need to get up!

Move! Wazi, run!

Niggas, y'all got guns! Do something!

Hey. Get that cross. Smoke this nigga, blood.

Blood-sucking motherfucker, die!

Ah, fuck!

Oh, shit. Tripp!

Oh, fuck!

Oh! Tripp!

Fuck. Kill this nigga.

- What the fuck? - Hey, nigga, help your homie!

Yo, back up!

Watch what the fuck you doing!

I already emptied three mags in these motherfuckers!

They keep getting the fuck up!

Fucking petty-ass devils.

Hey. Use that big shit. Use that big shit!

- Move, y'all, move! - Use that.

No, Wazi, no!

Shit.

Hey.

Hey. Waz.

Yo, yo, yo.

Waz.

I got a knife in my pocket.

Grab that shit.

Oh, fuck.

Come on, nigga. Grab the fucking knife, nigga.

Motherfucker, move closer, then.

- Fuck. - What's up, homeboy?

Man, fuck you. Get off me. Get-- Get your hands off me.

Get the fuck off me. Get your punk bitch ass off me.

Where the fuck have you been?

Hiding somewhere crying?

Can't handle the hunger, huh?

I knew you'd bitch out.

Oh! You want to take a bite out of me?

You hearing me in there, you special-ops pussy?

Sarge, I hope you're watching.

Let's see what your boy's got.

Come on, nigga.

Oh, shit! Come on. Get the fuck out of here.

Go! Go, go, go!

No, Wazi!

Hey, they exterminating us, nigga!

Oh, fuck!

Stop this madness.

Control your blood lust,

or you're no better than your prey.

I chose you for your discipline,

your dedication to a higher calling.

I pray I wasn't wrong about you.

I've watched you.

Even when you thought you were alone, I was there.

What the fuck did you do to me?

Fuck!

Despite your suffering,

I watched you pass every test.

What the fuck?!

I was the angel on your shoulder.

It hurts.

It hurts. It fucking hurts.

Now you drink.

No. No.

Feed and grow strong.

It fucking hurts.

Come on.

Open her up.

Go ahead and cut her throat.

She's yours.

You clearly need a demonstration.

You are not in control. I am.

Dad...

Dad, what are you doing?

Drink the blood. Or I'll do it for you!

Please.

You're going to heed my commands,

or I promise you, boy, I will destroy you

before I let you waste the blessing you've received.

Put the pain behind you, son.

Drink.

Drink, Ethan.

No.

No.

No! No!

Thulani! Thulani!

Hey, yo. See? See? We gots to keep on it.

- Make these devils pay. - Thulani. Thulani!

Hey, I gots to keep it moving

if y'all just gonna curl up here and die, man.

Mama, I... Ma...

No witnesses, no survivors.

I want Ayanda dead.

Drown them in their own blood.

Kill the Zulus.

Mama. Ma.

That's for Preem, you hoe-ass bitch!

This Yakub-sucking fuckboy

ain't murkin' no more Black people tonight!

That "stake in the chest" shit really work!

Ma, these motherfuckers really vampires.

I knew they was demons when I saw them metal fangs in 'em.

This right here, this the reason that pork chop

didn't get through my Zulu fortifications.

Ancient artifacts of our peoples.

Our jewelry, our weapons, our culture.

That's the enemy's weakness.

Mama, all them twigs and shit don't work.

- They went right past 'em. - Read the pamphlet, boy.

Oh, yeah. Shit. Say, uh, "The 'Obeyofo'"...

- Obayifo. Obayifo, nigga. - Obayifo.

All right, all right, nigga. Damn!

..."has pink skin, iron teeth,

and feasts on their prey from the trees above."

Same shit. Pigs just motherfucking rewrote it.

Another word for 'em-- Asanbosam.

Or devil. Or vampire.

And we all know who fucked up the bloodsuckers

when they came for 'em.

- The Zulus. - Let me see that shit.

I already gave you one.

We was too busy fucking up shit to be reading!

Hold on.

"The Obayifo feed off the blood of sleeping victims

and those who shun sleep

to wander with death in the darkness"?

God damn. Leopard in the hood.

What is this, some Hotep shit?

One thing the colonizers all fear?

Our Blackness.

Hold up. Time-out.

So you talking about the indigenous magicks

of the Asiatic Black man?

We was put on this motherfucking earth

to fry white Satan to a crisp!

Yeah. And that's on Crip.

We are to become a dynasty.

Father and son, ruling for an eternity.

Rise and redeem yourself in my eyes.

These vermin cannot, will not best you.

Hey, look, they got our people in cages,

and it's on us to get 'em out.

All right, look, what we do know,

bullets don't do shit to these motherfuckers, right?

But a wooden stake through the chest?

Yeah, it's the only way.

The head too, nigga.

Everybody know you hit a vampire in the head or the heart,

and they out of there.

Your third eye be closed than a motherfucker.

Hey. Hold up. Nah, man.

I hit that big cop in the head five motherfucking times.

It didn't do shit.

And I don't even think these sticks gonna do much neither.

What?! Use y'all fucking head. It's their sacred heart.

The blood fuels the fire in the heart.

You penetrate, pop that motherfucker,

and you air their ass out for good.

Everybody know that.

Like, nigga, the ancestors know that.

It's in the pamphlet. Check it. Look.

"A colonizer's power derives from his God's blood

and the flame of his white witchcraft

that now courses through their veins."

Man, they even got psychic powers and can fucking fly.

All types of brazy shit.

Fuck we gonna do?

- The devil is a motherfucker. - Oh, shit!

I got something at the crib

that can 100% guarantee handle it.

- Oh, for real? - 100%.

Okay. Well, what you got, Ma?

- Like a flame thrower? - Unh-unh. Nah.

Or an RPG? Some shit like that?

- That's what we gonna need. - Better. Better than all that.

We got to go back to the roots with this shit.

All right, but I mean...

Okay, well, if guns don't work,

heavy artillery ain't gonna do shit

but just piss 'em off a little bit more.

Can't believe I'm about to say this dumb-ass shit.

We gonna have to stab these vampire motherfuckers

right through their heart.

It's the only way.

I mean, that's actually the smartest shit

you said all night, nigga.

We gonna have to get mystical with this shit

if we're gonna stay alive.

Well, what about sunlight?

Right? That shit soon. Don't they blow up in that?

Yeah.

If sunlight don't kill these motherfuckers, we all fucked.

The fuck?

What the fuck?!

What the fuck?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

God damn! Stakes don't work?!

Vampire rules got a nigga twisted, homie!

Y'all get on.

I got this shit.

Sick motherfuckers.

Eating babies and shit?

On Piru.

This for Preem and all the dead homies.

This get-back for all our people!

Fuck the motherfucking police, homie!

Motherfucking pigs got me, man.

Shit! Come here.

The sun's gonna be up soon!

Fry you devils to ash if you don't get on!

We can be out here well past sunrise, bitch!

We are getting in there, whatever the fuck it takes!

Just stay-- stay still.

- No, I'm straight. I'm straight. - Stay still. Just be still!

- I'm straight. - Be still!

Ayanda!

We're done fucking with you!

Time to end this!

Ayanda! You hearing me in there?!

It's Sarge speaking! We had a deal!

You keep your tribal African bullshit

confined to your ghetto, we look the other way on you people!

Well, that's all done now that

you took that shit off reservation.

And now you and your boy know too much to live.

You been killing us!

Been killing us so long, I don't know what.

You already killed one of my sons!

Ah! I thought that cop looked like your junkie fuck husband!

Your mother ever tell you about that, Wazi?

You see, Daddy was our bitch boy.

He did whatever we told him to

so long as he got his-- his fix.

They made me kill your old man.

They made me.

And I-- I did it to protect you and your brother.

And I'd do it again if I had to! For you!

We gotta get-- We gotta get you some help, all right?

Hold this. Hold this.

Come out, and we drink your blood quick!

Or we can just burn you alive in there, slow.

Wazi. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

They fucked with the wrong ones now.

We Zulu up in here.

- Mama, I can't. - No, no.

- I don't... - No.

Whatever you feeling, you harness that shit.

You use that shit.

You are my son.

Nah, but you ain't dyin',

not until I kill these weird-ass motherfuckers.

Where the stash?

Security room. Uh, closet.

Wazi, listen.

Don't be mad.

It's too fucking late.

Shit!

Yeah!

I got it!

Fuckin'...

We about to wet these fools up!

Yeah.

What the fuck is this?

Ma, what the fuck is this?

What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!

Ma, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!

We gonna die!

We gonna...

Mama, I ain't fucking built for this shit.

All this fucking Zulu shit. None of it's real.

But you never would've believed that.

And neither do I, really.

Get behind that fucking skirt.

You fucking with a Zulu now!

He's controlling me.

Please. I can't stop.

I can't stop. I-- I just ate a woman's brains.

Damn, I'm so tired of you vampire motherfuckers!

Please, please, please help me. Help me!

Nigga, help you? Man, fuck you.

Wazi!

You killed my mama.

I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.

Wazi!

I'm on your side.

- You killed my brother. - I'm on your side, I swear.

I'm one of the good ones.

Come here, Wazi.

You...

You killed my fucking girl.

You killed everybody!

Son...

You have work to do.

You are Night Patrol now. Act like it!

You're right. You're right.

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, fuck!

Let's try this again.

I want to get you medical attention,

but you need to give me something.

Fuck it.

Night Patrol are the fucking vampires.

They raided the Courts.

Processing our blood like it's--

like it's a fucking factory.

But you already knew that.

Vampires in LAPD long before I got here.

They're still cops.

Yeah, and you one of them, huh?

I ain't no fucking vampire.

So why the fuck you protecting 'em?

Come with me.

Watch where you bleed.

Here's the thing, kid.

I don't give a shit about Black or white.

It's about blue.

They're LAPD. I'm LAPD. Your brother was LAPD.

And you will always be the one on the other side

of that interrogation table.

You straight motherfucking evil.

Just gonna pin all this shit on me, huh?

No. I'm throwing you to the wolves.

It should be unlocked, cuz.

You spoiled everything for me.

Now you're going to watch me crack each of your bones

one at a time and suck the marrow.

All you pig motherfuckers are so weird.

But I am glad to see you.

You the one that turned my father

into a vampire, ain't you?

Your father?

I would never wash one of your kind in the sacred blood.

Bitch-ass pig!

♪ What you trippin' on? ♪

♪ I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin' ♪

♪ I be trippin' on murder ♪

I'm about to fuck y'all up!

♪ Thug life never die, nigga, thug life never die, nigga ♪

♪ So bury me a motherfuckin' G ♪

♪ And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga ♪

♪ Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga ♪

♪ 'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news ♪

♪ Channel seven, channel five, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my ♪

♪ Grind for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Thug life never die, nigga ♪

♪ So what, you pussies down to ride, nigga?

♪ So bury me a motherfuckin' G ♪

♪ And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga ♪

♪ Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga ♪

♪ 'Cause when we comin' through, we leavin' bodies on the news ♪

♪ Channel seven, channel five, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas ♪

♪ I'm a rider so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Die for my, lie for my, cry for my, shine for my ♪

♪ Grind for my niggas, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, this how you niggas supposed to ride ♪

♪ Yeah, this how you niggas supposed to ride ♪