Original subtitles

- 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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