Boyz n the Hood Page #3

Go on in the house, Tre. Go on.

- Something wrong?

- Something wrong? Yeah.

It's just too bad you

don't know what it is...

...brother.

Ice-cream man!

Wait up!

What's up?

You ain't sh*t.

You just like your daddy.

You don't do sh*t and you never

gonna amount to sh*t.

All you ever do around here

is eat, sleep and sh*t.

Look at this place. Way y'all act,

y'all must think I'm the maid.

- Is that it? I gotta go.

- Hell, no, it ain't it!

It ain't it till I say

it's it, damn it!

Cigarette.

Don't get smart with me, I'll knock

your ass in the middle of next week.

Where you going, you little

fat f***? You ain't got a job.

Who's that little f***er on my porch?

Oh, you're Furious' little boy, huh?

Boy, you look more and more

like your daddy every day.

So tell me something.

How come he don't play cards

with us no more?

I don't know.

I know he don't think

he's better than us.

Too busy shooting at people.

I heard what happened there

the other night.

He still got that same girlfriend?

Excuse me, Mama.

- Why do you always play football?

- Because that's what I want to do.

That's right.

I heard Furious shot

at somebody last night.

- He get him?

- No.

Who is that?

That's my lady, homie.

Her name's Brandi.

She ain't your woman. She's my woman.

- How, when she my lady?

- She's my wife.

I stick my ding-a-ling in her

every night, so that makes her mine.

Get your ass in here and quit

looking at them boys!

Punk!

F*ggot!

Get off me, with your big

Get off!

Man, forget that girl.

Come on, let's go see Chris.

- Where's my ball?

- Man, don't bring that ball.

Me and my daddy going fishing.

We ain't gonna stay long.

- Where's he live?

- He don't live far.

Rick, why you have to bring that ball?

I ain't saying nothing if it get took.

Y'all want to see a dead body?

Yeah.

Tre's daddy blasted

at somebody last night.

Really? What kind of gun

your daddy got?

I think it's a 357 Magnum.

Really? I got a deuce-deuce.

My brother gave it to me

before he went to jail.

I got it under my bed. Want to see?

It's loaded too.

It's up in here.

Damn!

It smell like a dog died.

- Look like Freddy Krueger got him.

- He stink.

That's how they smell after a while.

I wonder why it take them people

so long to pick him up.

Yo, man, I ain't going up in there.

- Oh, man.

- Damn, it's stinky in this motherf***er!

- Hey, throw the ball.

- You ain't gonna see it again.

Don't you know this is a dead body?

Yeah, I know that sh*t!

He ain't bothering you,

so don't f*** with him!

Throw the ball, little man.

I ain't gonna take it.

Chris, tell him I ain't

gonna take his ball.

I got enough money to buy me

a hundred balls. Sh*t!

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