Don't Be a Menace to South Central Page #3

Gimme your best shot.

C'mon, Grandma.

I don't wanna do nothin' like that.

- Aw, c'mon.

- Come on, Grandma. I don't

wanna do that. Stop. Come on.

Ooh.

Damn, them fake teeth

are hard.

Bye-bye.

You still hit like a b*tch,

muthafucka.

Loc Dog was

gonna teach me to survive in the hood,

- even if it killed me.

Tray, is that you?

Hey, you better start

announcin' yourself...

before you get smoked

up in here, nigga. Damn!

You know that chronic

make me paranoid, baby.

Come here, you old fool-dog,

mark-ass trick. Gimme some love.

- What's up, cuz?

- All right. That's enough of that love.

I don't play that sentimental sh*t.

Come on. Come in.

Quick fashion question.

Should I wear this Tec-9

with the high-tops?

Mmm? Mmm.

Or should I wear this Uzi

with my low-tops?

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

- Uh--

- I'll just wear these then.

Hey, Tray, scoot over. Rumor has

it your b*tch ass is in town for good.

Yeah, man. Moms is beepin'.

She says time for me to become a man.

Oh, n*gger, my mom said

the same sh*t! Sweatin' me, nigga!

Yeah, man. Hey. I don't care though.

You know, I told her,

I don't wanna be on welfare my

whole life; you know what I'm sayin'?

For real, nigga. I got bigger and

better plans. You know what I'm sayin'?

Figure I'll get me a job at the

post office. You know, maybe at a bank.

- That's all good, man.

- Work real hard.

Work my way up to manager.

We need more black people

like this, man.

Learn the system a little bit,

then I'll rob that muthafucka blind.

Break all yourselves.

Hey, Loc, man. Whatever happened

to your pops anyway?

Oh, that old mark-ass nigga ran out

on us like a little biz-nitch.

You know, it's--

- You know, it's kinda tough--

growin' up in the hood

without a--

without a positive male role model

to look up to.

Message.

Aw, nigga, come on.

Let's go get Preach and Crazy Legs

and go to this picnic real quick.

Come on.

Damn!

This is some good sh*t.

- You have your black ass

back here by Friday,

'cause the social worker's

comin' on over here and

I'm still claimin' your ass.

Quit sweatin' me. Shoot.

And Grandma, you better stay out

my lndo, 'fore I smoke your ass!

Aw, go f*** yourself, nigga.

Our friend Preach was a former

gang member turned activist.

- But now he's just plain confused.

- Preach. What up, nigga?

- Y'all need to stop usin'

the word "nigga".

You see, it's terms like the word "nigga"

that the white man uses...

to take away the self-esteem

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