All language subtitles for South Side s03e07 Super Speed.eng

- All right, guys.
First, I wanna thank

those of you who attended
this morning's

charity police auction.

Rest assured,
all proceeds are gonna

go to Ronald McDonald House.

And just to remind you,
Ron McDonald

was the individual
who accidentally got caught

in our crossfire last year.

So we're gonna put in a ramp
and some grab bars--

Hey!

I killed the police auction.

Guess who had the highest bid

for Dipset legend
Juelz Santana's bandana?

You see, it's me, that chick.

Oh, sheesh.
You got the air horn?

[air horn blaring]
Nice.

Ooh, the Lennox Lewis grill.

Yes! Good job.

Check it out.

- Candle.
- Yeah, I guess we all came up.

Got myself
the old concertina accordion.

You guys wanna hear, uh--

"This is How We Do It"
by Montell Jordan?

[playing accordion badly]

♪ ♪

Just imagine a little faster,
with, like, an 808 under it.

- [continues playing]
- All right, all right!

That's enough, Accordion Man.

- Accordion Man?
That is a good character.

- I will try that one.
- What?

- Uh--
- Oh, yeah. No, go ahead.

Tell 'em. Go ahead.

- Uh, me and my wife been doing
a little bit of roleplaying.

You know,
different characters and stuff.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- You gotta spice
that marriage up, huh?

Let me tell you something,
Goodnight.

- Aw, shit. Here it comes.
Get him!

Linda and I tried that.

We tried everything.

We tried counseling.

We took a trip. Kansas City.

Kansas, but--

did a cooking
for couples class.

Oh, yeah?

- I think at
the end of the day,

we just decided we're better
off as friends, you know?

- Yeah, that sounds good.
[clears throat]

Hey, you guys wanna hear, uh...

"WAP"?

[playing accordion badly]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I was born on
the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on
the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stick together
like we in the line ♪

♪ ' Cause it ain't no side
like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side,
South Side ♪

My watch is tight.

- You know what's crazy?
- What?

From Earth,

this part of the sky
just looks like

- empty blackness.
- True indeed.

- But if we observe
the same region

from the Space Station,
I could see billions of stars.

- [laughs] Like the first time
you got stole on.

- Man, that was
the seventh grade.

That's facts.

That's my dream job,

to be a astronaut on the ISS.

- I could look at stars forever.
- Yeah, you could.

And have a dangerous liaison

with a brilliant
Russian astrophysicist,

- probably named Natalya.
- Ooh!

- Zero gravity fuckin'.
- Mm-hmm.

- Natalia sounds na-nasty.

You know, my dream gig
would be to manage

my own $10 billion hedge fund.

- What would you name it?
- Uh, that's a good question.

Kermillion Capital
or Simillion Capital.

I'ma be a millionaire,
but I also love kerm.

- Well, butter my butt
and call me biscuits.

- What's up?
- What the hell is that?

- That's it!
I'm done.

'Cause you always be
fuckin' up!

You be like, "Spike, I couldn't
jimmy the window open

because it was painted shut."

Or, "Spike, I couldn't make
the drop last night

"'cause my momma died.

Spike, look at the balloons
up in the sky."

You know how crazy that sound?

I need new blood.

You're fired.

[crying]

[sobbing]

[hands screeching
against glass]

Get your ass outta here!

Get outta here! Go!

- Welcome to Stacy's
Speed Dating, everyone.

Whoo! Y'all clap for my girl.

- [applause]
- Yes, okay.

Each of you have
one minute for--

[gong clangs]

Each of you have one minute
for each date.

Do not go over,
and do not go under.

Thank you, okay.
Also, please do not

get any ideas about these beds.

They are not for
your personal use,

unless you about to buy one.

Oh, and everybody here

was selected
from the South Side's

most eligible singles

who also rent furniture.

Even him?

- Mm-hmm.

I mean, he a little weird,

but his credit good.

Okay, everybody,
let's get it started.

[gong clanging]
Yay!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Ole.

- So, uh, you ever
date a boss before?

- I've dated my last
three bosses, actually.

It's kinda my thing.
I fuck up.

- Funny story,
I own the place.

You are not a star.

You possess no star qualities.

But since those dudes aren't
showing me love right now,

I'm trying to see what it's
like to date a regular nigga.

I'm in.

I saw an Oldsmobile Delta '88

parked outside.

- Is it yours?
- Who's askin'?

- It's the first car
I fucked in. [laughs]

And it's the damn sure
gon' be the last.

You are perspiring a lot.

- Yeah, it's 'cause I sweat
a lot when I'm comfortable.

[chuckles]

So I am looking for

- a partner in crime.
- Me too.

You know, a real ride-or-die.

- Let's say we rob a bank...
- Uh-huh.

- And are surrounded.
- Okay.

How do we get out?

I just wanna see
how your mind works.

- Juwon,
do you have a question?

Lobster or steak?

- Could you go over there
with the lady

with the three ponytails?

She own one pair of Jordans
and one pair of heels.

[laughs] That's a lady
that can do both, right?

This is great.

You did that.
[chuckles] I know!

- I don't see
nobody else around.

No, it's just us.

It's a box.

[deep hum]

- Yo, you think we should run?
- I don't know.

You the one out here
touching shit.

[clicking, beeping]

- I hope that doesn't kill us.
[mechanical whirring]

Okay.

- We getting scanned, dawg.
- Oh, yeah.

- What the hell was that?
- Oh.

- What is that?
- It's like a shiny fabric.

- You think
I should pick it up?

- Would you pick up
a gun you just found?

Hell motherfuckin' yeah.

My basement is full of guns
I found on the ground.

- Yeah, no.
Dumb question.

I'ma pick this one up.

What is it? What is it?

I don't know.

Appears to be some type
of suit.

You know something?
Upon closer look,

these suits are giving me
astronaut uniform vibes.

- Really?
- Could be a sign from above.

- Could be.
- I made this happen.

Maybe this suit is my ticket
to the ISS.

- Ah.
- Bring home Natalya.

- Let's try these on.
- Yeah.

- Hey, girl.
- [gasps] I lost

- my Juelz Santana bandana.
- Okay.

Calm down, Cameron is here.

I wish Cam'ron was here.

He would know what to do.

He would be like, "Hey, Ma."

Then I would be like,
"What's up?

And he would be like,
"Let's slide."

And I would be like,
"All right."

- Jeez, I don't understand
how you be loving Cam'ron

and them slow raps.

It's about the flow,

not the verse, okay?

You think it's about the verse,
it's about the flow.

You just don't get it.
Goddamn, you don't need to--

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset.

- That's your mantra now?
- Dipset.

Okay.

Do you remember
the last time you saw it?

- Okay.
First, I came home,

- and I took my bra off.
- Mm-hmm.

- And then I put on
my baggiest jeans and my Ones.

- Mm-hmm.
- But I didn't strap 'em.

- Of course not.
- And then I rapped

every lyric of
"Diplomatic Immunity,"

even the jail phone skit.

What happened next?

Then I got hungry.

So I went to the kitchen,
and I put the bandana

on a banana because I wanted
to have a peanut butter

and Juelz Santana
bandana banana sandwich.

Mm.

I did not realize
you were that lonely.

Yes, you did.

- How was speed dating?
- Well, according to

my exit interviews,
it was bussin'.

- So I'ma need you to
find me a suitable,

mature and handsome
new side-piece.

- Challenge accepted.
- Mm.

- I'll do a search
on all the daters

- that came to the first night.
- Okay.

- What other traits are you
looking for?

- 6'4".
- 6'4".

- Must have a full-ass hairline

but can also be cute bald.

- Okay.
- No higher education degrees.

Uneducated.

I'm coming up empty, friend.

- Nah. That ain't right. Mm-mm.

No, you know what
you need to do?

Type in "wears starched jeans,
crease in the middle."

That's not gon' help.

- Let me just try something else.
- Okay.

- Let me try to connect to
the Cook County Court System,

Ace Hardware,

uh, Mustache Aficionados
mailing list

and, ooh, girl,
the post office system.

- Yes! Okay.
- Ooh!

- That's my favorite
right there, okay?

'Cause they could drop off dick

and then carry on
with they route.

Mm. You don't got
to worry about 'em.

- Love a government man.
- Yes.

- [chuckles]
- Now, look at all these--

- Look.
- I see, I see.

You got a lot of matches now.

Okay, well, maybe you do, too.

- What? No, friend. Mm-mm.

You see, every time
I try to date a regular guy,

it never works out.

You know, I think
I'm just, like, cursed

to only date
Chicago's finest thugs.

Mm, I don't know.

Maybe you might find you a thug

who can also do the dishes.

- Now you know you can't
turn no thug into a thusband.

- [sucks teeth]
You might be right.

- I--no "might." I know I am.

You might be right.

What in the AAA
and nine-volt battery

is happening over there?

- Goddamn,
that thing was heavy.

- Aluminum, like, that
don't keep shit fresh.

- [laughs]
- Super Simon's in the house!

And I'm Incredible K.

- This gon' sound like
a compliment,

- but it's not.
- It's not.

- You look amazing.
[laughs]

Laugh all you want, ladies,

but the science
behind these suits

- are straight legit.
- Yeah?

- We ran experiments.
- Like what?

Impact resistance.

Boring!

Electrical insulation.

K, do it!

[starts engine]
[electricity zaps]

Oh! [laughs]

Nothing?

- I need more power!
Hit the gas!

- Hydrophobia,
AKA, the pudding test.

- Nothing?
- Stainless steel.

Nothing. Look at that.

And I jumped off RTO.

[heavy thud]

Oh, shoot.
I made it. I didn't die.

My knees didn't explode.

There's some type
of super strong

non-Newtonian fluid

that's built into the fibers.

- All I know is if y'all wanted
to be flea market superheroes,

y'all could've told me,

I would have made y'all
better costumes than that.

- She would at least
get y'all some pockets.

- You know what I'm saying?
- And some muscles.

Well, I figured out one flaw

- these bad boys have.
- What's that?

- [whispering] They don't
protect our feelings.

- That's true.
- [mock crying]

They're not supposed to.

- Who the hell are you
with that big ass voice?

- I'm the one
who made those suits.

Though this is the first time

I'm seeing them
on the human form.

I must say, it's...humbling.

Come with me
if you want to live.

Or you'll--
you'll live regardless,

but just come with me.
Come with me! Come on!

- Just 'cause you a man
don't mean you can't get took.

- You know, this is exactly
what I was saying,

- and I don't even--
- Damn, they shiny from in--

- Keisha, please.
- [gasps]

We got to get you some help.

I don't even need no help.

- 'Cause it's Kool-Aid,
that's why.

And I need some limes.

- Hey, um, I was wondering
if you could help me out.

- Girl, speak up.
You can talk in libraries now.

- Oh, okay.
Um, do y'all have any Dipset?

[shushing]

- Don't listen to her
'cause she don't know

what the fuck
she talking about.

I ain't heard
her voice in ten years.

But you got something to say,
say something, Sharon.

- Nah, say something.
- Okay.

I don't--I don't really
understand this beef

y'all two got going on,
but, um--

but I'm going through
some shit right now,

and I just feel like
if I could listen

to some Dipset on vinyl,

it would just really
lift my spirits.

- Well, I feel you,
because Dipset usually

lift my spirits, too,
but I can tell you

that we're all checked out
at the moment.

Hold on, it do look like we
have "Diplomatic Ties," though.

No. No, I'm not that sad.

Well, who checked
the other ones out?

- See, now,
I can't tell you that. That's--

- Oh, okay. I get it.
You know what?

You just doing your job, okay?

You probably got
something in place.

Librarians, you know,
gotta keep shh on the hush,

but, um--

- So what I see is that
they were checked out the 5th.

- Mm-hmm.
- And this should help you

get them back today
and help you out.

- You're gonna slide
all that back to me.

- Thank you very much.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right, let me take a--

[chuckles] Wow.

Of course.

[hip-hop music]

- It's nice to meet
a early 2000's hip-hop head

worthy of showing
my collection.

Color me surprised it was you.

Each item has
its own story to tell,

including some
I can't legally repeat.

[whispers] RIP.

Ooh! Wait. What's this?

- Mary J. Blige's tears from
her 2001 Cry No More Tour.

The tears dried up.
Now it's just salt.

- Is this--
- Nelly's Band-Aid.

Still got
some adhesiveness to it.

- Hold up. You got
"The Dipset Dual 2005"?

And you know they only
make that for GameCube.

- Who you talkin' to?
Of course.

And the next year,

they put out the
"Dipset Tennis" for the Wii.

You know there's a cheat.

If you do the Harlem Shake
while you play,

you get unlimited balls.

- I know,
that's the fuck right.

God damn, Bluto,
you got everything.

It's just, like,

ever since I lost that bandana,

I just feel so stuck.

Is it worth it?

Let me work it.

I'll put my thing down,
flip it,

and reverse it.

[sentimental music]

I'm confused.

Good.

That's where
the journey begins.

Hold up.

Are these Da Brat's barrettes?

- I won those at the
Seven Ten Social Trivia Night.

You know what?
You should go to the next one

since you know so much.

Might be able to win something

even better than that bandana.

- The suits were created by
a visionary

material scientist,
Dr. Bob Jobs.

And I was the team lead.

- I'm looking up Bob Jobs
right now,

and all I gotta say is ain't
shit scientific about this.

- You've got one too many Os
in there.

- [laughs]
Oh, okay, I see.

Oh, this nerd.

- Um, I personally like
the other website.

- Okay, let me go back to it.
- Anyway,

both of Dr. Bob's parents
were models,

but he was only
moderately attractive.

I mean, he was good-looking,

he just wasn't
model-good-looking.

So naturally,
he went into science.

- Uh-huh.

But he always felt helpless

about the fact--okay, guys,

let's get off
the site for just a sec.

Yes. Um, you were saying

he's not good-looking.
Please continue.

Bob Jobs thought Chicago

needed a hero and invented

"The Superhero Box."

He made me promise
that upon his death,

it would be released
to the winds of fate.

He was certain that
all the best heroes

got their powers unexpectedly.

Superheroes?

These suits don't even
have super strength.

- He's got a point.
And guess what?

We can't even breathe
underwater.

- I tried.
- No invisibility.

- Mm-hmm.
- No flight power.

- Oh.
- And the look?

It's like we're going to
the Met Gala,

and the theme is Tron Condoms.

- Whoa, okay. Wow.
Hey, how y'all doing?

I work here, too.
I work with her.

Look, let me tell
you somethin'.

Fuck these guys, okay?
They don't need these suits.

They don't deserve 'em.
You the real hero, okay?

Give 'em to somebody
who appreciates them.

It's you and me.
You the real one.

Okay, look,
when you was a little girl,

what did you think your
superhero name was gonna be?

Ooh, Marlboro Reds.

So my dad would pay attention
to me.

- Ooh! Marlboro Reds.
That's deep.

I always wanted mine
to be White Owl.

- Oh!
- Yeah!

- Excuse me, excuse me.
- I have to interrupt

right here.
We gon' keep the suits.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Huh?

- You don't deserve them.
- What?

You didn't act like heroes.

- I think not being fake
is pretty heroic.

- Oh.
- Ooh, that was good.

I do not like the word fake.

- That is her least favorite
word.

- I do not like the word fake.
- Why would you do that?

- Donell Jones! Oh!
- What's up, baby?

[chuckling]

- Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, my man. Donell.

Yo! Ha!

[indistinct chatter]

[gasps]

Donell Jones.
[exhales]

How you doing?

I got a whole ass celebrity
to come to my event!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl.

I'm here. Brenda's here.
Calm down.

You acting like a groupie now.

Trying something different.
[sighs]

- You right, Brenda Cole.
What the fuck was I thinking?

- Yeah, so then
I beat up the Honda Civic.

- Mm-hmm.
- It was pretty awesome.

It took some Ford Focus.

Well, maybe after
I have a meeting

with the Secretary
of Agriculture,

uh, you can find time for me

- to beat something else up.
- Oh!

- Vote for these.
- Mr. President.

- Pow.
- Whoa, hello.

You feel how I'm rubbing

your elbows like this?

Yeah. It's a lot.

- I identify as touchy-feely.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
You know what?

Your elbow's just
a little too ashy for me.

- Uh--get your ass off me.

- Girl, and ain't I see
them knees! Come back here!

This doesn't work.

I'm telling you,
speed dating doesn't work.

An algorithm is
gonna figure out who we--

Hi.

I'm an alderman.

How would you get in?

There's no wrong answer.

I just really wanna
see how your mind works.

Hmm. This vent?

Exactly! Exactly.

That's exactly
where I would have went...

if I was dumb.

I'm not feelin' this.

Oh.

Nobody here is my type.

Oh. Well, what's your type?

What's your name?

Stacy.

- My type is Stacy.
- [laughs]

Lord, I see what you doin'
up there.

- It's all good, baby.
It's all good.

- It's just--
- I know what I want.

Ugh.

Naturally.
Not--not today.

Anyway, so,
what brings you here?

- Love.
- Mm.

- I love it.
- I guess we do

have some common interests.

Hey, what's up, you guys?

Welcome to "Q and Akon,"

your early 2000s
hip-hop trivia contest!

[cheers and applause]

Oh, man.
Oh, it's so good to be here.

So you guys know the rules.

Um, no cell phones allowed.

Uh, you can just pretend
it's like the early 2000s,

and none of our cell phones
have been invented yet, so--

Mine's 2004.

Nokia 6160.

- I think you're carrying a
dead cell phone in your pocket.

Um, all right.
The grand prize tonight,

the ultimate mementos.

[crowd oohing]

Cam'ron's pink--yeah.
Cam'ron's pink boots.

[cheers and applause]

All right, cool.

- So, um, question--
- Hold up.

Ain't you that girl
from the library?

Shh!

Because now it is time for you
to shut the fuck up.

- Oh.
- Nice to beat you. Leah Flex.

- That's--
you wanna start off like that?

Question one:

What was the hook gonna be

for Murphy Lee?
[buzzer blares]

The hook was gonna be
what it was.

There it is!

- You see me.
[cheering]

- All right, cool.
Next question.

Which member of
the Diplomats named

not one, but two of
his children after himself?

- [buzzer blares]
- Juelz Santana.

One of his sons is named
Juelz Santana James,

after his stage name, but,
you know, people call him JuJu.

Then his other son, he named
LaRon Louis James Jr.,

after his birth name.

Stop playin' with me.

- [cheering]
- Huzzah.

I mean--let's--

And can I just say,
as an aside,

you've got such a cool energy,

and I'm so glad
you came tonight.

- You know, motherfuckers
like me.

- It seems like
you got a great heart.

Question three: Who all
in the club gettin' tipsy?

[buzzer blares]

Everybody.

- Incorrect.
[buzzer blares]

- Errbody.
- There it is!

- Mm, mm, mm.
- She's got it.

- Errbody in da club
getting' tipsy.

Just like how errbody here
needs to remember that

we have a five drink minimum
tonight, okay?

[hip-hop music]

- Okay.
One, two, three, four. Enter.

- [clears throat]
- Uh, yeah, okay.

I don't want any trouble.
I, uh--

- Then why are you at
the worst ATM in Chicago?

- Yeah, Greggers,
it ain't safe.

Get all your money out
of the ATM right now.

- Yeah, hurry up.
- Come on.

- Real gangsters is out here.
- Yeah, hurry up.

- Yep, okay. All right.
- Whoa, hey!

- Let's do this!
- We're here to help.

- Calm down! Calm down!
- [screams]

[crunching]

- Hey, look.
Hey, buddy.

You can't hurt me, okay?
Relax.

- We're here to help.
- Yo, we should

get out of here, man.

People are starting to stare.

- Oh, shit.
Yeah, let's go.

[gong clangs]

- Welcome to Stacy and Donell's
Speed Dating, everybody.

- [cheers and applause]
- I love you already,

- Stacy Eisenberg.
- Baby, don't tell 'em

- my government name.
- They already know.

- Ladies, you are in
the right place.

- Yo, fellas,
get your bread up.

- Okay.
Time for the last question.

This one's for all the boots.

Hip-hop artist Petey Pablo

loved produce so much

that he rapped about having sex

with a particularly
horny vegetable.

What was the name of that song?

[buzzer blares]
both: "Freek-A-Leek"!

- Oh, my God!
We have a tie!

- Hell, no, hell, no.
Ain't gonna be no goddamn tie.

Ain't none of that.

I know.

- We should go to Walgreens
and stop people from

buying stuff off
the As Seen on TV aisle

because you know
they don't need that shit.

- Nah, man.
You thinking too small.

Are you getting high yet?

Negative. Tingling a little.

Wait. Now I'm not tingling.

- Why are we getting high
again?

- Uh, to get high and to
brainstorm

on some hero shit.

No, look.

Our suits are smoking.

[smoke hissing]

- Oh, this is crazy.
I think the suits

are absorbing the toxic smoke
from our bodies

and releasing the shit.

It's basically protecting us.

- So let me make sure I
understand what you just said.

We can't get high in these
motherfuckin' suits?

Nope.

[grumbles]

- Brad Sellers.
- Trash.

Dave Corzine.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- How you doing?
Plato. Plato Jones.

Jessica Rabbit.

- All right. So you hoppin'?
- Yeah.

Looks like we're
both serving shoulders.

- Oh, you know I got
a shoulder kink.

You know, but, uh, tell me,

what's the nastiest thing
you've ever done?

- One time, a few weeks ago,
I was super busy,

and I didn't check
my calendar for a few days.

You're a bad girl.

- Because I was at
a music teachers' conference.

- This next part...
- You got all caught up.

Is disgusting.

- Tell me, tell me,
tell me more.

- I was so busy...
- Uh-huh.

- That I forgot to pay
my homeowner's insurance,

which is super bad
because last week,

our whole basement flooded.

- Are you in character
right now?

- We're just talking.
It's very sexy...

- Mm-mm, don't feel like it.
- And mysterious.

- No. It feels--it feels like

my actual real life wife

waited for us to get dressed up

and did this whole thing
over many nights

in order to tell me some shit,

uh, when I was dressed
like this,

thus affecting my response.

Sandy, I'm so sorry,

but, honey, we have to move.

God...damn it!

- Maybe each of you guys
could have, like, one boot?

- No,
- No, no, no.

I don't know sis like that.
I'm not doing that.

So what--you know what?
I got a idea.

Why don't we--why don't
we just let the boots choose?

- Oh, okay. All right.
Well, now,

how do we know
who the boots chose?

- Lowkey, it look like
it's pointing at me,

so I'ma go ahead
and get this shit--

- Oh, no, they ain't.
Heel toe back.

Heel toe back.
Heel toe back.

- No.
- Well, you know, we just--

I'm a little bit stuck.

We've never had a tie
here before, so--

- We don't have a tie today.
- Is it worth it?

- All you literally
have to do--look,

- how much they paying you?
- Let me work it.

- [speaking backwards]
- Now, flip it.

And reverse it.
I got an idea! Shit!

That's what Bluto was
trying to tell me,

that I need to turn
my perspective around.

- Reverse it!
- Oh.

- Okay.
- Yes, I was.

[mysterious music]

I'm here to drop off
next week's product.

Missy Elliott's trash bag.

[crowd oohing]

Mm-hmm.

And I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

Let's share custody
of the boots.

- Yeah. We good. I mean,
we like fam anyway, so--

- Yeah, you already know
what it is!

Psych!
[crowd groans]

Ohh, you didn't see
that coming.

You didn't see that--
no, I'm just playing with you.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- My coat still shedding?

Ooh, it is, girl.

You gonna have to
spray that or something.

I hope Ross take it back.

- Come on.
That's right.

Overstayed your welcome.

- Turned the courtesy snacks
into a whole dinner.

- Okay, grabbing
all the damn baby carrots,

talking about you gonna
have a balanced meal.

This ain't
your damn house, sir.

This is so typical, you know?

Stacy provided snacks,
location,

- and people still--
- Was that Donell Jones?

- Is this where he wanna be?
- Maybe.

Motherfuckers
are so ungrateful.

- It comes from
a place of scarcity.

People who are used to shit
going bad,

they can't handle
when shit is good.

Facts!

It's like the universe
blessed your dusty ass.

Enjoy it.

Fuck!

We should've never
thrown those suits away.

We probably
could've sold them shits.

- Damn.
If we were high,

we never would've
made that mistake.

Oh, dawg.

Damn!

- They gone quick
than a motherfucker.

- Well, at least
whoever has them now

will probably be the hero
that the city needs.

It's a damn shame.

- [alarm bell ringing]
- ♪ And you turn on ♪

♪ You turn on ♪

♪ You turn on, ooh, ooh ♪

[gunfire]
♪ You turn on ♪

♪ You turn on
you turn on ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- Come on! Come on! Come on!
Let's go!

- Come on, come on!
- Let's go, go, go!

Whoo-hoo!
[tires screech]

♪ When the love is strong ♪

- ♪ When the love
is strong ♪

- ♪ You can't go wrong ♪
- ♪ And you can't go wrong ♪

both: ♪ Just hear my song ♪

♪ Thong, thong,
thong, thong, thong ♪

- ♪ Thong, thong, thong,
thong, thong ♪

- Damn, babe,
we sound good together.

- Yeah, yeah, we do.
- Yeah.

Look, I'ma go ahead
and lay my vocals down first.

- Okay.
- Then I'ma come back

- and get down with you.
- Mm!

Let's one-on-one tonight.

- That's Montell Jordan.
- You sure?

You good, though. Same era.

Damn, you right.

- I'ma go ahead
and do my thing.

- Go ahead.
Aw, I'ma miss you so much!

- Oh.
- Don't leave me.

Oh.

[sighs]

Damn, somebody is calling me.

Fuck. "The Ultimate Dick Down."

Stacy, what the fuck?

You got me waiting
all damn day.

- What? What you--
- And why the fuck you ain't

picking up your phone?

- Okay, first of all, you need
to just calm the fuck down

and just shut the fuck up
and drive,

because I am here now, Larion.
What is the problem?

- I was worried about you.
- You know what?

It's just lies
and beautiful eyes with you.

I'm ready to go.

[tires screech]

- ♪ Let's just sweat it,
bitch ♪

♪ Shut a playa nigga down ♪

♪ So they send me all the
matty shit like 30 rounds ♪

♪ I grew up over East, we talk
that shit, we let them in ♪

♪ I'm talking b-shots
in Korea ♪

♪ Shit look like IKEA ♪

♪ Couple Asian bitches
with me ♪

♪ Titties bigger
than Keisha, damn ♪

♪ Keisha, damn, don't see my
IG story like sell you out ♪

♪ Danny out of pocket ♪

♪ I'm so Chicago,
I'm trippin' now ♪

♪ Sauce, sauce ♪

Wow.

I think I'ma talk
my shit here too.

I could definitely
talk my shit here.

Niggas know
what the fuck going on.

They know what the fuck
going on.

Maybe little shit here, yeah.

That nigga slay.

♪ Yeah, bitch,
the best is yet to come ♪

♪ Like [indistinct] ready ♪

♪ Though my life a movie,
shit in slow-mo ♪

♪ We stop traffic, funerals,
I'm killin' shit ♪

♪ Me and Peso hit a lick,
then pay in pesos ♪

♪ Big Balls Danny,
whatever I say ♪

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