Leprechaun: Back 2 tha Hood Page #3

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to buy your own sh*t.

- (barking)

- (mimics barking)

What the f*** is this?

Rory got some f***ed up

agriculture going on, up in this mother.

Boy, you talking

to that dog again?

Huh?

- Just the man I was looking for.

- Man, I'm going to tell you right now,

there aren't any clovers in my bud,

so chill with that sh*t.

Man, it was filled

with the motherfuckers.

Satisfaction guaranteed!

- And I ain't no satisfied customer.

- Satisfied customer?

- Do I look like a Kmart?

- Man, I know my rights.

And that sh*t wasn't right.

All right, where the clovers at?

I knew you was gonna say that.

That's why I brought these b*tches.

They right here.

Bag of motherfucking lucky charms.

Show your ass

right f***ing now.

Man, I must've left

the motherfuckers at the crib.

Left them at the crib?

Check this out...

next time make sure you bring them

with your sorry ass

'cause no proof,

no motherfucking refund, all right?

All right, man, damn.

You ain't gotta get all up in my sh*t.

I'll bring them, you'll see.

Filled with clovers, ninja.

Ninja?

- Nigga, did you just call me a ninja?

- Hey, man.

You need to get out more, man.

Don't nobody say nigga no more.

- Ninja?

- Yeah, like, "What up, ninja?"

"Oh, look at them ninjas

over there."

You need to stop smoking that sh*t,

you dumb ass nigga.

Ninja, please.

- Uh-oh, who's the mafia guy?

- Hey, homey.

Shut the f*** up man, or leave.

This is business.

What's up, Marcos?

Got something for you here.

Got something for you.

I'm gonna be needing some more

in about a week.

My clients love this sh*t.

I swear I sell more

because of this "chronic."

Just make sure

you hit me up before you do.

I'm sorry, hit you up?

- Call me.

- All right. My nigga.

- (tires screeching)

- Man:
What?

Man, who you calling nigga,

nigga?!

Uh... I thought

we were cool.

No one says that anymore.

It's ninja.

- Yeah.

- My ninja.

Okay... my ninja.

My ninja.

My bad, fellas.

Play on, playas.

You look good.

That guy looks good.

That's baby Jordan

over there.

Okay, I'll look for you

in the pros.

- Oh God, oh God, oh God!

- Almost got his ass kicked.

Don't matter, man.

It's all green, know what I'm saying?

Why we couldn't do this at the park,

like normal people?

What park? You see any parks

around here?

How about the beach?

Why you wanna go to the beach

when we got all of this right here?

'Cause I need to work on my tan.

- Girl, you a mess.

- Jamie:
Yeah, that's right.

All my hos be cooking.

Where my dinner at?

You are so ghetto.

- Hey, Daddy's home.

- (giggles)

- Yeah. Get your...

- (motorcycle approaches)

Emily:

How could you afford this?

Well, I had a little help.

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