Hustle & Flow Page #2

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for dancing for some man

who makes cotton.

- What she do for him? She tricking.

- It ain't fair.

I'm tricking! I ain't making $500.

- What the hell, fool?!

- Hey!

- D. Djay.

- Get your ass away from our car.

- What the f***'s wrong with you?

- Hey, D!

- It's only me, it's Harold.

- Get the f*** away from my car!

- It's me, Harold, Djay.

- Get away from my car, man.

- It's your dog.

- You're lucky as sh*t,

that's normally my barrels

under my f***ing seat, motherf***er.

- It's Djay, nigga!

- Okay, Djay, I didn't mean no harm.

You got any of

that crankity-crank sh*t?

Nigga, I'm gateway mother... Man,

don't waste my time on no bullshit.

Wait, wait, wait. Check this out.

Check this out.

Check this out.

What can I get for this?

You think I look like

a pawnshop, man?

Is that...? I got "pawnshop"

written on my forehead?

Come on, Djay, f*** with me.

- F*** with me, Djay.

- Where you get it?

You know the business.

- You took that sh*t from little kids?

- No, none of that, man.

I used to play this thing myself,

all the time.

- That sh*t work?

- Man, like a pro!

Let me see that motherf***er, man.

Yeah, man, I used to have

one of these when I was a little kid.

- Sh*t wasn't as big, though.

- But that's bigger and better.

F*** with me, now, D.

- F*** with me, Djay!

- Shut the f*** up, man.

- Nigga, I'll give you a quarter for it.

- A quarter?

Man, you mean a half and some. I can

get more than that at the pawnshop.

Take that sh*t to the pawnshop,

let's see what you get.

No, take it over there, man.

Give them your thumbprint.

- You on. You got it, you got it.

- Hey, give me that bag, man.

Sh*t.

You the man. You got it going on.

It's all good.

Nigga, you advertising my sh*t

right now.

It's okay, I'm gonna

f*** with you anyhow. It's all good.

You f***ing with me already.

Hey, Stevie Wonder!

We hungry.

Motherfucking Carl Lewis

or something.

I called the power company about

getting an extension on the light bill.

They say I gotta come down there,

stand in line.

I can't be standing in line

how they do down there,

not if I got Roger with me.

You know, D?

Man, it's Skinny goddamn Black,

you know...

Hey! There goes Skinny Black, man.

Hey, Lex. Lex, come here, baby!

Look right there, look at that.

That is Skinny Black, man.

Me and him gonna be kicking it over

at Arnel's club on the Fourth of July.

- Ain't that some sh*t, huh?

- Who, you?

Yeah, me and Skinny gonna do us

some little catching up.

So am I supposed to piss myself

or something?

Okay, let's see who it is

that you know is somebody, huh?

Nobody in this here crib,

that's for damn sure.

- Where my baby, Roger, at?

- No, no, Lex, please!

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