Anuvahood

So, what you saying?

You gonna do it, yeah?

Yeah, it's on.

I'm hearing he's been

talking about you. Gassing.

Saying how he par'd you off.

Can't let man violate you like that.

You feel me, fam?

- F*** this. Can't we move to him?

- Forget the hype.

Come, we roll over there

and let's see what's good.

F*** this. Come,

we gonna go and do this, blud.

Yeah, I'm on it.

(Sirens blaring)

Cos if I see him, fam, I'll move to you

straightaway, fam. No long ting.

Hey, cous, I see you

another day in the club, fam.

- Yo, fam!

- One second, fam. What you want?

What you mean, blud? You trying

to take me for some d*ckhead, man?

I ain't having it, blud,

you hear me? See me...

- (Laughter)

- D*ckhead.

Hey, cous! Hey, cous! You know

who tried to move to me, fam?

Kenneth. Yeah, that little idiot, fam.

- He's a d*ckhead.

- D*ckhead.

Yo, what time you finishing work?

You all right, blud?

Told you not to chill with them.

- They don't like you. You all right?

- I'm cool, man.

That was a punch, though, boy.

Bam! You went flying, boy!

- Let me see your face.

- Get off me, man!

What are you doing?

Why are you here lying on the floor?

You were meant to start work

ten minutes ago.

- You're here sleeping on the floor.

- I'm not sleeping, man.

I don't know

who you think you are, Kenneth,

but I'm not going to have you

disrespecting my authority.

I want you to get to work now.

- If you keep messing me around...

- You'll what?

- Know what? Burn your job, blud!

- Sorry?

Man's on big tings out here, rudeboy.

Oh, here we go again.

Mr. Kenneth O'Sullivan Fletcher.

The next Nappy from N-Dubz.

Somehow I can't see it.

- Is that your full name, blud?

- My name is K.

- K Laimsbury's.

- Shut your mouth, you butters sket!

If you think I'm gonna be working here

for the rest of my life, you must be mad.

- I'm gone. I'm on big tings, blud.

- Wasteman!

You're the flippin waste, people, man.

You get me?

You lot keep stacking boxes, yeah,

while I start stacking dough!

What, you're gonna become

a baker now, are you? Ha-ha-ha-ha.

- What you doing, blud?

- It was the baker line that got me.

Listen, Russell, you don't know me.

- Man's a big man.

- Big man!

What, you think all I do is work here,

blud? Are you stupid, blud?

- I handle next business, blud.

- What business, blud?

Shut up, man. Come, we kick.

You know, this music industry thing

is not gonna work for you.

I've been there.

One, two, three, four!

You know, go on! Go, you losers.

Everybody, what you looking at?

What business you got?

Don't worry, man.

It's a big man's ting, innit?

What's going on, blud?

I've come here to collect, fam.

- Come to collect what?

- My P, innit?

Your P? What, we got

a urine sample of yours?

I'm talking money, man. Euros, dollars,

wonga. My spondoolie, fam.

You on drugs?

- Is this a flipping joke or something?

- Don't they know who you are, blud?

Of course they know who I am. It's just

a little joke that we do, you get me?

I got the biggest-selling mix tape

in this place, man.

I pay his rent, you get me?

"Feel The Pain".

Feel the pain! Oh! Feel the pain!

Oh! Feel the pain...

Oi. Can you stop humping

my counter, please?

That's the name of the mix tape,

innit? "Feel The Pain".

Oh, is it? "Feel the pain", yes?

Yeah, I brought it in two months ago.

Sale or return.

- Right. "Feel The Pain", yeah?

- Yeah.

No, we haven't sold any.

- What? Not even one, blud?

- You tryna jingle me, innit?

If you haven't sold any, yeah,

then where are my CDs, huh?

Hold on, there's four missing here.

See, I knew you'd try it, you know?

Trying to tell me you haven't sold any.

My mix tape's in hot demand.

- Hot demand.

- You owe me some money, blud.

Here's one. Tell you what.

I'll give you three quid.

Look at the state of this sh*t, man.

I should smash up your shop, blud.

- I'll smash it up, you know.

- Smash it up! Bomb it, rudeboy!

You'll do what?

Bumbaclot...

Just give me my 3, please.

(Pound coins clinking)

Thanks.

Come, we kick, man.

Thanks.

So, what we doing now, man?

Where you on?

I'm going back to the hood, innit?

Sh*t, let's go.

Somebody put some music

In my food for me...

See what I'm saying, yeah?

Reggae, reggae sauce

- Hot reggae, reggae sauce...

- (Screaming)

(Sirens blaring)

( TINIE TEMPAH:
"Pass Out")

Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

We bring the women

And the cars and the cards out

Lets have a toast, a celebration

Get a glass out

And we can do this until we pass out

Let it rain

- Let it pour away

- Yeah

We won't come down

Until we hit the ground

- Yeah, yeah

- And pass out

I'm in charge now

I'm a star

And I bought my f***ing cast out

I live a very very very wild lifestyle

Heidi and Audrina, eat your heart out

I used to listen to you

Don't wanna bring arms out

I got so many clothes

I keeps 'em in my aunt's house

Disturbing London baby

We about to branch out

Soon I'll be the king

Like Prince Charles' child

Yeah, yeah

And there ain't nobody fresher

Semester to semester

Ravin' with the freshers

20 light bulbs around my table

And my dresser

CLC Kompressor

Just in case that don't impress her

Say hello to Dexter

Say hello to Uncle Fester

Got them gazing at my necklace...

There was no gal!

Haters

I can't f***in' hear your reception

Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

We bring the women

And the cars and the cards out...

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