La Mission

[Curtis Mayfield's Kung Fu]

- Our days of comfort, days of night

Don't put yourself in solitude

Who can l trust

with my life

When people tend

to be so rude?

My mama borne me

in a ghetto

There was no mattress

for my head

But no, she couldn't

call me Jesus

l wasn't white enough,

she said

And then she named me

Kung Fu

Don't have to explain it,

no, Kung Fu

Don't know how you'll take it,

yeah, Kung Fu

l'm just trying

to make it now

Kung Fu

l've got some babies

and some sisters

My brother worked

for Uncle Sam

lt's just a shame,

ain't it, mister?

We being brothers

of the damned

Keep your head high

Kung Fu

l will till l die, yeah

Kung Fu

Don't be too intense, no...

- Let's go.

Let's go, people.

Squeeze it up.

Squeeze it up.

Since we're neighbors,

let's be friends, right?

Come on, sweetheart.

Squeeze it up.

Hey, no radios.

Hey.

Read the sign?

- The f*** you doing?

- l know this dude.

- So what?

- That's

Jesse Rivera's dad, man.

Motherf***er's

straight-up O.G. too,

like, serious.

- Time to get off the bus,

little homey.

- And if l don't?

- That ain't really

an option, is it?

- All right.

l'll play with you later,

bus driver.

- Yeah, l'll see you later.

- What the f*** you looking at?

From Mission

l want to see you move more

l'm fixin'

To make you knock

like a door

Now, come on, everybody,

little lady, let's go

Listen

lf you wanna get the hit

from Mission

- What it doing, man?

- What's up?

- Hey, where you locos headed?

- Down to 24th to check out

that little Filipino girl

that works at McDonald's.

You with it?

- Nah, l got to go

to the library.

- Man, you study too damn hard.

You know that?

- Somebody's got to.

- l'm gonna holla at you later,

all right, man?

- All right, man.

- What y'all doing

this weekend?

- Sh*t, l'm taking it

low and slow, you know.

- The only thing l'm doing

this weekend

are my nails and my hair.

- But your hair looks good.

- Oh, that's why

l love you, baby:

for your good taste.

- Yeah, l'll check y'all

on Monday, all right?

Stay brown.

- Can't do nothing but.

- What's up?

How you doing?

As, as, as

What's up, Chuy?

- Hey.

Qu onda?

- Low and slow, man.

Yo, yo, yo.

Where the party people at?

- The party people

are trying to finish

so they can get

out of here on time.

- Tu hombre?

- Where else?

Yes, l'm still holding.

- l'll check you later,

all right?

- Oh, no, you don't.

l want all the juicy details.

- About what?

Your friend Donora?

- Yeah, l heard you guys

got into it.

- Pshh, that's because

she was tripping.

- Qu pas?

- No, l tried to be

a gentleman

and hold the door for her.

She got all pissed off,

said l was oppressing her.

- l told you she was political.

- She's confused,

is what she is.

Jeez.

Yo, yo, yo.

Can we dance with your dates?

- Only if l can have her sister.

- What's up, bro?

- Doing it right.

- So you finally got

those doors open, huh?

After five cans of WD-40.

- What's going on in here?

- So l took the steering column

and the front end

off the '67 Mustang,

but we're still gonna need

an engine block.

- Yeah, get down, James Brown.

- You know how we do it.

ls that it?

- Yeah, check it out.

l was thinking

maybe somewhere around back,

like in real small print.

- Nice.

- How about like under the mural

or something?

What you think?

- Nice touch.

Maybe put it right here

so it arcs with the curve

of the fender?

- Yeah, you know,

l was thinking

of maybe doing it

in, like, Aztec Gold

to, like, represent the sun

or something.

What?

- l think it's cool

the way you back him up.

- Yeah, yeah,

it's all right, huh?

Yeah, l tell you

he made the honor roll again?

- Yeah, he came by

and showed Ana and me

the plaque.

He's coming tonight, right?

- Most definitely.

ln fact, l might even

ride shotgun, let him drive.

- rale.

The king's finally gonna

give up the throne, huh?

- Chale, man.

l said, "drive,"

not "wear the crown."

- You know what l'm saying?

- l hear you.

- You know what l'm saying?

- You ain't ready

to abdicate yet.

rale.

- You got my sh*t, white boy?

- l said l would

have it next week.

- l told you next week

ain't good enough.

- ls there some way we can---

l don't know,

renegotiate?

- Nah.

lt's too late for that.

Your ass is mine.

- Mm.

l think l like

the sound of that.

l do this here

for the homies

ln the Mission District

Rest in peace,

the former soldiers

Hope your soul is lifted

The homies say sleep,

banging, man, you so gifted

- Ooh, l like this.

- Yo, what up, Che?

- Just trying to make a dollar

out of 1 5 cent,

you know what l'm saying?

- When you gonna take us

for another cruise

in that clean-ass ride

of yours, man?

- When you start listening

to some real music,

little homey.

- Aw!

Nah, you got to listen

to the words, man.

You got to listen to the flow.

- Oh, hey, excuse me.

- Hey, what's up?

- l was about to ask you

the same thing.

- Excuse me?

- lt's from the landlord.

lt says you've been

complaining about me

working on my cars

in front of the house.

- Well, on the sidewalk,

actually.

- And what?

You couldn't talk to me direct?

- l did talk to you direct;

remember?

ln fact, in the two weeks

l've been here,

l think l've had to ask you

to move your car

at least half a dozen times.

- Yeah, and when you asked me,

l moved it too,

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