Boyz n the Hood Page #5

No, man. They going to the gates.

- Yo, man, what happened?

- They were stealing.

Someday we'll walk in

The rays of a beautiful sun

Someday when the world

Is much brighter

Ooh, child

Things are gonna be easier

Ooh, child

Things'll be brighter

Ooh, child

Things are gonna be easier

Ooh, child

Things'll be brighter

Someday, we'll get it together

And we'll get it undone

Someday

Come on, Tre. Let's go, son.

Come here, Rick.

Come on, man.

Come here, man. Look at all

these people back here.

There you go!

Want to learn how to barbecue? Huh?

You're not watching this meat.

You just standing here poking at it.

- Give him to me, Ricky.

- Shanice, I got him.

Go on back to your friends.

- He's wet. That's why he's crying.

- He ain't wet. Now, go on back.

- Okay.

- Listen, I'm sorry. Come here.

See? That's how y'all got that one.

Ricky, you make sure

she taking them pills.

I don't want a bunch of these around.

I'll be the one

taking care of them.

- I'll put him to bed.

- Go on to Grandma.

It's all right. All right,

okay, shut up, come on.

And flip that meat over.

I'm winning.

Domino, motherfuckers.

What you say about that?

Fool, that ain't sh*t.

I beat your ass three times already.

That's just once.

Let's play again.

F*** that, I don't want to play no more.

Let's bust some spades.

- Yeah, I'm with that.

- Bust some spades?

Cool.

- Know how to play spades, Dook?

- Something like that.

I have something to suck on.

Here, cut that, G.

I want one of them hootchies

over there.

Dooky, you full of sh*t. No b*tch

gonna give your ugly ass no p*ssy.

I bet I get more p*ssy than you.

Yeah.

You get dopehead p*ssy.

I get more p*ssy than your

wannabe mack-daddy ass...

- Who you calling wannabe mack daddy?

- You, nigga!

No-p*ssy-getting motherf***er!

F***ing them dopeheads,

you stupid-ass nigga.

You don't know what I be getting.

Don't be f***ing no dopeheads.

I let them suck my dick,

but I don't f*** them.

They got AIDS and sh*t.

You can catch that sh*t from letting

them suck on your dick too.

Thank you.

But I ain't sick.

I ain't all skinny and sh*t.

What you mean, you ain't skinny?

Motherf***er's skinny enough to

hula-hoop through a Cheerio.

You ain't got to be skinny or sick.

You could die in five years from it.

- Mark ass.

- Y'all trying to scare me.

Can you really get it from

letting them suck it?

Mark.

Tre? How you doing, baby?

- Fine.

- Good, you just in time for the food.

I'm bringing out

the rest of the things.

Potato salad. You name it, we got it.

- Everybody's here, so have a good time.

- Okay.

Oh, and Tre? Baby, do me a favour.

Talk to Darin for me.

Talk to him seriously, you hear?

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