N.Y.C. Underground Page #4

- Dylan:
Sh*t, man, that's rough.

- ( Phone ringing )

No, shut up, shut up.

It's my dad.

Turn the music down. Shh!

- Turn it down!

- Quiet!

Hi, daddy.

- Daddy? ( Snickering )

- Hi, daddy.

- That's crazy, man.

- Oh, it's you.

- Shh.

- What do you want?

A f***in' mess? All right,

cool, then you clean it up.

What, are we suddenly

on the planet of no maids?

( Laughing )

All right, you know what?

Tell my dad.

Yeah, good luck with that.

- Oh my God.

- Yo!

- ( Laughter )

- ( Music volume increases )

- Stepmom... whatever.

- Yo, turn this sh*t up.

You're too cool for me.

- Is that a cop?

- ( Muffled cheer from back )

No, I'm all right.

We're all right.

- What happened, Ernie?

- What?

- What?

- You.

You used to always be

the one to keep us in line.

( Chuckles )

Oh, look at the college boy coming

home and telling me my business, huh?

It's not easy, you know.

10 years I've been around

picking you kids up,

making sure you're okay

when your dad was off

on his business trips

and your mom was off doing

whatever the hell it is she does.

- ( Horn honks )

- Hey, come on. Let's go!

Go back to Jersey!

All that caring and all

that stress, you know?

But old Ernie was there, right?

Ten years of doin' this sh*t

and I'm tired, you know?

I just, uh,

I'm still behind the wheel, you

know? I'm still opening doors.

- ( Cheers )

- Oh my gosh.

Ernie's fed up.

( Woman vocalizing )

Whoa, Brooklyn!

Hell's yup!

( Club music thumping )

( Honks )

( Kids laughing )

Dylan:

Whoo, yeah!

Come on!

( Laughs )

Ernie, what are you doing?

I'm just gonna make sure

it's all right.

Sit tight, sit tight.

I'll be right back.

- Let's go! Party!

- Jessica:
Party!

- Girl:
Here we go! Party!

- Let's go. Come on, kids!

- I'm not waiting in that line.

- Not a problem. We're not waiting.

Go right up.

Right up to the front.

Brooklyn, make some noise!

You know what it is, you

homeboys! Break your needle!

Ladies, put your hands up.

You know what it is, man.

Bro-okay I-y-n

I'm cool, bro-okay I-y-n

I'm cool, bro-okay

I- y-n

I'm cool,

bro-okay I-y-n

I'm cool, bro-okay

I- y-n

I'm cool,

bro-okay I-y-n

I'm cool, bro-okay

I- y-n

I'm cool,

bro-okay I-y-n

i don't think you know

who the hell i am

a microphone fiend,

letting me rock him

i move Mary jays and you

ain't seen them

because i get it 'cross

the water and i pay by yen

my big cousin told me

don't ever see the pen

so i did when I'm done

and I'm out like the wind

the corner store, that's

where all this sh*t began

but i took it to the city

and got Richie real quickly

a couple new additions,

but the crew is still with me

Bobby, Mikey,

Rodney, Ricky

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