Leprechaun: Back 2 tha Hood Page #5

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- Okay, what about this?

- I can't even touch that.

Yeah, you can touch it. You just gotta

stroke it, stroke it right.

She like to be stroked.

Yes, that will put you

on your ass.

I need to get high right now!

- Yeah.

- Oh, man.

Hey, baby.

- What's up, baby?

- Y'all f***ing?

- Hey, you know how we do, baby.

- You do your thing, man.

Hey, you don't mind if I sit back

and run one of these, right?

No, it's all good.

My sh*t is your sh*t, baby.

- Mi casa es su casa.

- We need more black people like you.

(hip-hop music continuing)

What's up, girl?

Huh-uh, he did not just

walk up in here with that skeez.

(bubbling)

(knocking)

Oh, this is some good sh*t!

Oh no.

Yo, what's up, little man?

How you living, dawg?

You want some?

You want a hit, man?

Yeah, I haven't smoked

a good pipe in a long time.

Keep going, keep going.

Keep going. Let go. Let go.

- Yeah, yeah.

- (laughs)

- You like that, huh?

- That's good sh*t.

Nigga, it come

straight from Korea.

This ain't gonna stunt

your growth or anything, is it?

(coughs, laughs)

Yeah, you my nigga, man.

I like you, dude.

I like you a lot, man.

You know what I'm saying?

Just smoking out...

I'll go get you some more, dude.

Don't be stingy

on the sh*t, though.

(thuds)

(both laugh)

Oh, small man, you cool.

Oh, man.

Where'd you get that?

Oh hey, man, you don't even need

to worry about that, little man.

We just here to smoke, all right?

You know.

That's me gold.

Now give it back.

There's a good boy.

I'm gonna get you high, and you have

the nerve to ask me for my money?

Man, f*** you. You don't get...

Man, f*** you.

I'll hit a midget, man.

Get the f*** out of here,

you hallucinating motherf***er.

What? What?

You gonna get in my face?

Man, give me

my bong back, b*tch.

(groans)

Damn.

Aw, man.

Thanks for the smoke.

(grunts)

Hmm?

Yeah.

Man, who the f***

just took my sh*t?

Man, you niggas are crazy!

Can't a motherf***er enjoy a smoke

in his own goddamn house,

without somebody

stealing his sh*t?! Motherfuckers.

(laughs)

(laughs)

(music continuing)

That girl should be ashamed.

(screams)

So you ain't got no beef

with nobody on the street, huh?

You think this might've

been Watson's gang?

No, man. I told you,

I squared everything.

What about all the ganja

you guys were smoking?

Ganja?

What ganja?

Oh, man.

My mom's l-talian.

She like a lot of oregano

with her lasagna.

If you know anything,

now is the time to speak up.

- I told you everything.

- We don't know anything else.

- Don't bullshit me!

- Hold up, man.

You've been making a lot

of moves on the street

in the past couple

of days, Rory.

Something tells me

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