Hustle & Flow Page #3

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I just put him to sleep, Lex!

Skinny used to DJ over at Booker T.

The same way I did at Westwood.

D, I know it's my job and all...

Ain't like he the only nigga

can spit flow.

- But why she gotta wake Roger up?

Ain't like he the only nigga

can spit some flow.

D, I need time for me too,

now.

Sh*t, I was just doing the same thing,

just over at my school.

Ask anybody, man. Go ask Carlos

on the corner, he'd tell you.

He was in my grade. Ask him.

We gotta get that extension, D.

F***. Paper money. Sh*t.

See, now, back in the day

you wouldn't even catch me

in this Bentley right here,

you'd catch me in a Crown Vic.

B*tch. Sh*t, back in the day,

- I was triple platinum. Ask anyone.

- D.

- I think I'll take a shower. Here.

- I don't give a f***, man.

- I need you to watch Roger for me.

- Hey, give him to Shug!

Shug say it's her chill time.

Come on.

When is my chill time?

Come on, man. Hey. Hey.

Hey, man. No, no, man.

The b*tch gotta go take a shower, man.

You relax your ass, man.

Come here. Come here, man.

Hey, man, you can't be

crying around like no b*tch, man.

Hey. Hey, get rid

of them tears, man.

No. Cut them tears sh*t out, man.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on. Here we go.

Here we go, man.

Come on, come on.

Let me try something.

All right, push that one.

Do that. What is this right here?

Hey, I like that, man. Do that again.

Listen to that, man.

Now, that sh*t buck, ain't it, man?

Do it again, man.

What the f*** you doing

with my boy?

- Come on, give him to me.

- We just playing.

- Give him to me.

- Come on...

- He don't need to be playing.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Every time he gets settled,

you gotta come f*** with him!

I'm telling you, you gonna

give that little boy a twitch!

Better go easy, girl.

Man can't be no open candy store.

We tight this whole week.

Put your shine on, man.

I hear this one coming.

What's happening with you, man?

Don't act scared, man,

she don't bite.

She just nibbles a little bit.

Come on... Hey, hey. Damn.

Why can't I work the motels

anymore, D? At least they got air.

At least they take a cut

is what they do.

Thirty dollars an hour

on top of what we already charging,

for what, a five-minute nut?

Taking money out of my pocket

trying to keep

your little country ass cool.

God, D, all I did was ask about a motel

and you get so ugly with me.

God, D, all I did was ask about a motel

and you get so ugly with me.

- He's coming back.

- I'm all wet and sticky.

You gonna have to put a show on

for this one.

Do that little sh*t you do

with your tongue.

Now, come on, he's coming back.

Get your mind right, okay?

Come on, come on,

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