Kicks (2016) Movie Script
MAN: Minus 15...
T-minus ten, nine,
eight, seven, six,
five, four, three,
two, one, zero.
BRANDON: Sometimes,
I wish I had a spaceship.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Just hang out in space
where it's quiet.
And no one can fuck with me.
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(GUNSHOT)
(BULLET CASING CLATTERS)
Even when I dream, I dream
about getting chased.
(RAPPING) I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks, up in acts
Sidekicks with my sidekicks,
rockin' fly kicks
I've never been in a real fight.
Mainly because
I've always been fast.
Mom says when
you're small, like me,
you gotta watch
out for yourself.
I ain't gonna lie, though.
Kids at school are
always fucking with me,
making fun of my shoes
and how broke I am.
Don't tell my mom 'cause I
don't want to see her upset.
I once heard this real
famous comic say that
deciding to wear flip-flops
is like saying, "I hope I
don't get chased today."
That's why I don't wear
fucking flip-flops.
I'm from the East Bay,
Richmond, California.
Cheez-Its. That's where you
need to start the story.
We eating Cheez-Its...
Those are my two best friends...
Chen-Rs'?
We eating Cheez-Its... You
don't even got Cheez-Its...
What up, man? You look like a
little girl coming down the street.
We do everything together.
Tie that shit up.
ALBERT: Anyway, look, we
chillin' eating Cheez-Its.
Out of nowhere, she just starts
sucking my dick. I swear to God.
BRANDON: That's Rico.
I put that online.
He don't take shit from nobody.
Like, all he do is
just sit around and smoke.
But he's still ripped.
Guys don't fuck with him.
But girls do.
He can't give it to
you like I can, baby!
That's Albert.
You fuckin' around.
ALBERT: I'm going to leave.
BRANDON: All he do
is talk about pussy.
But! don't think
he ever seen one.
He says he's some
kind of R&B genius.
(RAPPING) All you got to do
Hey, bro... Hey, run
that shit back one time.
Put that auto-tune
all the way up...
Bitch, shut the fuck up! Can't
you see me in the studio?
Nigga, fuck you.
You in a motherfucking
closet with your fat ass.
BRANDON:
The greatest of all time.
Hey, bro.
Pussy Mix Tape, bro.
Hottest shit out.
Volume Four, bro.
Man, don't nobody want
to buy my shit, bruh.
BRANDON: 'Cause you wack.
Man, fuck you.
I'ma make it, nigga.
Every day we do the same shit.
RICO: I don't know, man.
Red Ones...
We talk about the same shit.
ALBERT: They're not just freakin' shoes.
Those are J's.
You know how much head I
would get if I had...
Albert's got the 6's.
Rico's got the 3's.
(BEAT-BOXING)
Them 11's, though'?
That's the shit right there.
ALBERT: Fresh feet equals...
RICO: Respect, nigga.
Balls-deep, nigga.
Right?
You know it.
You don't know.
Fresh feet equals balls-deep.
I knew that.
(RAPPING) Quiet 'cause they
'bout it 'Cause it's too loud
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
You know what, I'm rapping now
I'ma pass it to my nigga B
You're up.
All right...
(BEAT-BOXING)
What the fuck?
ALBERT: Come on, man.
(RAPPING) Said nothing like the rest,
nigga Sicka then the next nigga
The Bay ain't behind me
'cause I keep it on my chest
BRANDON: Sometimes, it fee!
Like everybody cooler than me.
You're supposed to push me next.
No.
Hey, you trying to get faded, B?
You got a light?
Yeah.
Maybe because I'm small...
Get the fuck out of here!
I don't know.
RICO: You see
my friend over there?
That one over there.
(WOMAN LAUGHS) What you laughing for?
Go talk to him.
Like, in school,
can't play pick up,
can't take a piss,
can't pull no girls...
Boo, nigga.
Can I help you?
Bruh, she must have had the
balls in there, and everything.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Shit. You know I love it when
they do that shit, too, nigga.
Shut the fuck up. You ain't
never had your dick wet.
Nigga, fuck you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD BOOING)
(RAPPING)
RICO: Damn, B,
that kid looks like you.
Except, he don't have shoes
from middle school. (LAUGHS)
(CONTINUES
RAPPING INDISTINCTLY)
BRANDON: The Bred 1's.
The black and red ones.
The originals.
First Jordans ever made, man.
(INDISTINCT)
Damn.
If I had those...
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Excuse me.
CLERK: Yo, what up?
Do you have these in a seven?
Nah, they don't
make kids' sizes.
How much are they?
$350.
BRANDON: Mom always
hides my birthday money.
She say, I got to
save up for emergencies.
DARYL: Hey, little boy. You.
Curly-haired
little boy, come here.
Yeah, you, come on. Talking to you.
How you doing?
OI' Will-Smith's-son-
looking little boy.
What's going on with you, man?
Check it out, man. Look
what I got for you, baby.
How you doing?
Now don't hurt
your eyes right now,
I'm gonna show you some stuff
that you might not
never seen before.
Where'd you get all these at?
Don't worry about that.
Why your shoes look like that?
I got some stuff for you.
My name's Daryl.
What's your name?
Brandon. What's
up with you, boy?
Let me show you some stuff, man.
You might want
some of these stuff.
Your foot game is everything
in this world, man.
Let me show you these.
You seen these?
Brand-new. You feel me?
Those nice.
You like those, huh?
I got something that's gonna
be nice on you, though.
The stores don't even got these, boy.
These exclusive, you see.
But these right here,
these cost more than your life.
ALBERT AND RICO: Damn!
Blood, you did not buy these.
Your mama got 'em for you?
I bought 'em.
Nigga, please.
The "Bred" Air Jordan 1's?
Yeah.
Nigga, are these fucking originals?
Yeah.
Man, they, like, a
grand on the Internet.
How you get them? Hold on, hold
on, hold on. Look, look, look.
I swear to God, I bought 'em.
Like, for real, I did.
Listen, I was walking home when
I saw Crazy Daryl on 23rd.
So, I'm like,
"Yo, Daryl."
And then, he like,
"What up, my nigga?"
So, you know I'm talking to...
No, he didn't.
Man, anyway... I'm
like, "What you got?"
And then, he, like, "Hey, blood,
check this out right here.
"Nigga, you ain't gon' find
this shit anywhere else.
This shit cost more
than your whole life."
When I seen them re releases
looking sweet,
I had to cop 'em.
So I'm, like, "How much?"
This nigga, like, "$200, bro."
So, Hum to walk away knowing
this nigga playing me and shit.
Then he's, like,
"Wait, nah, I meant $150."
And I'm like, "Yeah, nigga. That's
more like it!" (ALL CHUCKLE)
And I was, like, "Peace."
That's how I got 'em.
RICO: Whatever, nigga. Your dick
get bigger, too, or something?
ALBERT: Bro, leave
his dick out of this.
I'm just saying, man.
Your feet got bigger...
Did your dick
finally get longer?
BRANDON: Why you love
my dick so much, man?
(SCOFFS) Got 'em.
This li'l nigga
was born tonight.
LILA: I'ma tell auntie
on your fat ass.
Ridin' that bike over there like Mr.
Kool-Aid-on-a-bike and shit.
Somebody call
Captain Save-a-ho!
Dumbass lookin' nigga.
I need to get me some of them
shoes, though, on the cool.
Hey, B. Come play
with me, nigga.
Nah, I don't wanna
fuck up my shoes.
Nigga, they're called Jordans for a reason.
He plays basketball.
Stupid ass.
ALEXA: Who's your friend?
RICO: Who?
Fat Albert?
No, not Fat Albert.
Who's that?
Little B?
Yeah.
Hey, Brandon!
Get your ass over here, man.
Go talk to him.
(CHUCKLES)
No, not you.
Where'd you get your shoes?
This place.
ALEXA: I like them.
Want some?
Yeah.
Um, we're gonna go smoke and
drink in Jamica's garage later,
and probably go see a movie.
You should come.
I don't know.
Probably busy.
"Probably busy"?
What you mean?
Can I have my drink back?
No.
You gotta say you're coming,
and you have to mean it.
All right, well, I'm coming.
You gotta mean it.
I promise. Can I have it back now?
You gotta promise.
I promise.
Okay.
You better come.
You gonna put it
in her booty hole?
Brandon's gonna
get his first blow J!
(LAUGHS)
What?
Hey, you sure you don't wanna come
over and play some video games?
Watch this porn I downloaded?
Nah, I'm straight.
Come on, man.
They fart in each other's
mouths, and they like it.
It's hilarious.
You gotta watch it.
Bro, I'm cool.
RICO: Oh!
I get it.
Nigga trying to get so
fresh, so clean, clean,
for his first kiss and shit.
ALBERT: Exactly.
I've kissed a girl before.
Whatever, man. Look...
If you wanna shave your balls,
make sure you get clean strokes.
No side-to-side.
That shit hurts.
All right, then, y'all.
Later, nigga.
Oh, hey, hold on. What y'all
about to wear tonight?
Man, who gives a shit.
Wear what you want.
RICO: Hey,
I'll race you, nigga.
ALBERT:
You ain't catching me.
(INAUDIBLE)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
(TURNS OFF STEREO)
Hey, bro, you got
change for a five?
Who got them shoes for you? Your
mama got them kicks for you, bro?
Makes you straight, though?
What up, boy?
What up, boy?
Catch this nigga.
Boy! Where you going?
You're gonna be my bitch today.
Be my bitch today.
Hey, nigga. Hey, nigga.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, man.
Come over here.
Bring him over here.
Nigga, what the fuck
you lookin' at?
Come on!
Bitch.
(GANG MEMBERS LAUGHING)
All right,
give me them kicks, boy!
What, what?
You trying to fight?
Take your shoes off, nigga!
Bitch ass lookin', ass nigga.
Stop that cryin' and shit.
Hey, this nigga
from school, man.
"Boo, nigga."
Yeah! Yo, hold on.
Hold on, nigga.
Smile. Smile.
Now give me them shoes, man.
Take a picture of me and
this bitch-ass nigga!
Get in the picture, nigga!
Who you kickin', boy?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
GANG MEMBERS: Ooh!
Take them off.
Give me those kicks, boy.
Hand. Hand.!
Man, I'm coming.
Nigga, get off me.
Thank you for the kicks, nigga.
(GROANS)
RICO: Damn!
ALBERT: Damn!
Got your ass!
Nigga, they took
both shoes? (CHUCKLES)
Yo, that sucks.
Shit.
BRANDON: How we gonna
get 'em back?
(CHUCKLES)
RICO: Man...
Niggas get jacked every day.
You look fine to me, man.
Eat your Manchow.
And give me that shit!
You don't know how to roll
no goddamn blunt, nigga.
Hey, you got a hit in,
though, right?
RICO: Yeah, right.
Look at his face.
Nigga probably handed 'em
over like a little bitch.
ALBERT: You know, if I was up in there...
RICO: What?
Guess what I would have done?
What you would have done?
I would have been all up
on them niggas. What?
One by one, like, "What
up?" Like, what then?
What's up nigga...
Like, "What up..."
(RAPPING) Chin up Chest
out when it's flying time
Can't be a man if!
Let another claim mine
They crossed the line
So, Fm with it Don't approach me
Only real gonna survive
And we gonna see
That I ain't no bitch.
You deaf, nigga? You don't
hear me talking to you?
Fuck you, bitch.
I'm right here.
You want me to whoop your
ass now, too, bro? Chill.
I'ma get my shoes back!
You ain't gonna do shit!
Come... Come on!
Chill! Yo, chill!
Fuck!
ALBERT: Yo, yo yo!
Y'all think y'all so fucking tough!
You trippin', man!
Chill out, man. Talking all that shit!
And what now?
You fucking dumb bitch! You don't
know where the fuck they are!
I did know one of 'em!
Flaco!
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Shit, man.
Y'all need to chill.
Hey, I ain't fucking with that nigga Flaco.
That nigga's...
BRANDON:
Albert's cousin, Trev...
He know everyone.
He setup everybody out here.
Come on in, little homey.
So, what's up, little bro?
What you want?
I was wondering if you
knew a guy named Flaco.
Know where he at?
Why the fuck would a li'l
nigga like you want to know
where a crazy
nigga like Flaco at?
He took my shoes.
(LAUGHS)
Go get you some
more kicks, little bro.
You ain't getting them back.
What if he jumped you?
Erroneous. I wouldn't be in your
situation in the first place.
GLENDA: Look...
Hit Ghost Town a few times,
and you gonna find him...
Bitch, shut the fuck up!
You shut up with
your old rude ass.
The fuck you know
where he at anyway.
Nobody was talking to you.
You should ask your
motherfucking Uncle Marlon.
Don't he stay in Oakland?
He should be
the one helping you.
Y'all family and shit.
Come on, bro. Get up.
Look. Look...
Look, man.
Seriously, little bro,
don't think you can just show
up alone like you did here.
For real.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, girl, I know you got a dollar on you.
Let me get a dollar.
Man, leave that lady alone.
Dollar, dollar,
dollar bill y'all.
Hey, B, what the fuck, man?
Hey, bro, you got a dollar?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Shut up.
Damn, man, where'd you go?
ALBERT: This is too small, yo.
Yeah. XL. You know me.
I'm not buying you
no condoms, nigga.
Man, how you know I can't
buy my own condoms?
'Cause you broke.
Man, fuck you. You don't
know my financial business.
Damn, dawg, your feet stanky.
So that's how it is? You
just ain't gonna talk to me?
What you think, you gonna get
your shoes back or whatever?
Not just fucking shoes.
They J's.
And you don't fuck
with another nigga's J's!
Shut up!
I would have had your back.
Damn, nigga, where you going?
Yo, where we goin'?
He ain't gon' do shit.
Watch me.
Hey! Hey, yo!
Hey, bitch, where
your boy Flaco at?
Hey!
Motherfucker...
What the...
Nigga.
What the fuck, nigga?
That nigga trippin, yo.
Back up, back up.
Nigga! What's up, nigga?
What's up, nigga?
Nigga, what's up, nigga!
Hit him, though.
Nigga, what you mean?
Do something... You want
me to do something, nigga?
It's good.
You ain't gon' hit him, dawg.
Do it!
Bitch, shut your ugly ass up!
Ugly ass bitch!
Shut the... Hey,
what's up then, nigga?
WOMAN: Don't call me
no bitch.
Hey, when you see Flaco,
tell him I'm looking for him.
Come at me, bruh.
I'm not a bitch.
Stop snapping with your fake-ass weave!
Shut up, bitch!
Nigga, I don't
give a fuck, nigga.
My weave realer than you, nigga!
Yo. What the fuck
was that about, yo?
That punk-ass-bitch
knows who Flaco is.
Look, man, we get it. We can get
your shoes back, all right?
You crazy, man.
Look, bro, where
the fuck is the shoes at?
We gotta get to Oakland.
WOMAN: Fuck you!
MAN: Fuckin' bitch!
WOMAN: Yeah? All right.
Bitch-ass niggas these days.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) I was a terror
since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting
classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was
a daily routine since 13
Chubby nigga on the scene
Used to have the trey-deuce
And the deuce-deuce
In my bubblegoose
Now I got the Mac in my
knapsack Loungin' black
Smoking sacks up in Ads
And Sidekicks
With my sidekicks
Rockin' fly kicks
Whoa.
FLACO: You like them, bruh.
Yeah.
Yeah?
You sure you like them?
Yeah.
BRANDON: My Uncle
Marlon was a bad guy.
Not a bad guy like Magneto,
but, like, a really bad guy.
He got locked up when I was
little for a long time.
I remember, when he was away,
I used to go to my grandma's
house and play with my cousins.
There were three
of them, all boys.
I heard one of them
got killed though.
Hold up, hold up.
Hold up, hold up.
This is it.
RICO: This?
Yeah.
ALBERT: Man, why this nigga
got us in a trap house?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
BRANDON: Hello?
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
Who are these
niggas on my porch?
Hey, yo, bro. That's our
little cousin, Brandon, man.
Man, I know who that is.
Who is these niggas on my porch?
I'm Albert.
Nice to meet you.
You a fat little fuck,
ain't you?
You got activator in your hair?
Yes.
Ryan. What's up, little cuz?
What's happenin', man?
Shut up, bro.
What's up, cuz?
Where you been, bro?
I ain't seen you in so long.
My mom...
Yo, Gabe, bro...
Stop asking
stupid-ass questions.
Come on, man, I'ma call him.
Hey, you think I'm fat?
What?
RICO: Shut up.
This water's real good.
This my nephew?
(MARLON LAUGHS)
You got hella big, boy.
That nigga's small as fuck, man.
Your mom know you here?
She all right, though?
Mmm.
These two with you?
I already...
I know.
And now I'm asking.
(STAMMERING)
They're my friends.
Mmm-hmm.
Come on, let's go see your
grandma before we talk.
She still alive?
GABE: Yeah, man.
She don't make no sense, though.
You shut the fuck up before
I kick you out this house.
Come on, man.
Not y'all.
Stay with your cousins.
GABE: Hey, man,
pick that shit up.
My bad.
This a nice couch.
MARLON:
That's your cousin Drew.
He gonna look cute, huh?
Who's he?
Is you retarded? I just
said it's your cousin.
Come on, man.
Oh, yeah.
Niggas trying to smoke?
BOTH: Yeah.
MARLON: Hey, Ma.
You got a visitor.
Your grandson.
Yeah. Liz's son.
Say hi to your grandson Brandon.
Hi, Grandma... No, no, no.
No, don't touch her.
She'll flip the fuck out.
Hey, Ma, that's your grandson.
You ain't seen him
for a minute, right?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
ALBERT: Shit. GABE: Wait
for it, wait for it...
(LAUGHS) They just
let him have it.
Sweet.
Just standing there.
(LAUGHS) Bro...
RICO: Look, look, here it come...
Right here. Look.
Boom!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Shit.
He got Falcon Punched, nigga.
Goddamn!
I would have had to pop his ass.
Hell, no!
You're mines, nigga.
MARLON: So, what you
come here for?
I got into some trouble.
MARLON: Your mama know?
BRANDON: Mmm-mmm.
She don't know.
What then?
BRANDON: You know
a guy named Flaco?
I heard he live out here.
And I thought maybe
because of what you do...
Oh, really?
What I do?
BRANDON: No... I just
thought, 'cause you know...
You out here, and he out here,
and you might know him.
You know what Flaco mean?
No...
Flaco means "skinny."
He just a skinny,
little nigga like you.
You wanna know his real name?
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) I bet you do.
What he do to you?
Take your girl?
Nah.
My shoes.
(LAUGHING)
Oh!
Yeah, I know Flaco.
Fuck that little nigga.
He used to push for me
when he was, like, 13.
Smoked some of my shit,
and went away for a few months.
He deserve to get his ass beat.
So, can you help me?
What? Help you beat
some kid's ass?
I'm a grown-ass man, nephew.
The fuck you thinkin'?
You know why I went to prison?
Hmm?
I was cooking at the time.
You know what that mean?
Don't do that shit, it's stupid.
I don't cook no more.
Anyway, I had this
big-ass batch to push.
And this nigga, Neil,
like a brother to me...
Grandma used to put
food on his plate,
we used to share
clothes and shit.
We started cookin',
making stacks.
And this nigga, Neil, decides
he's too good for me,
and he don't
wanna share no more.
Tried snitching on my ass
on some little bullshit,
tried to take
the batch and go solo.
That's why you went to prison?
Nah.
I found out, and I shot
Neil in his fuckin' face.
Shit is wrong.
You got a problem, you
handle that shit yourself.
Ain't nobody gonna
pull that trigger for me.
You gotta handle your business
yourself, or get the fuck home.
But I just need...
Go on, man.
Get the fuck out.
That...
That bitch is rude, man.
That...
That bitch is rude, man.
Yo, that was fucked up.
What's up... What up,
What up, what up?
GABE: You looking for pops?
Shit.
Who the fuck is that?
What you doing
rocking them colors, nephew?
Black isn't really a color,
it's more of a neutral...
Man, miss me with
that bullshit, man.
He's nobody.
It's good, blood...
Hey, fuck that shit, man.
It ain't good.
I want to know who
this motherfucker is.
What now? Man, sit
yo happy ass down!
Yo, it's good, blood.
It's good, man. He a nobody, man.
Fuck this shit, man.
BIG MO: I don't know this
motherfucker, man.
Where you from, anyway?
I'm Albert.
I'm just saying...
Motherfucker,
do you know who I am?
All right, all right, all right.
BIG MO: I don't give
a fuck about him...
Or this little...
All right, all right, all right.
You dealin' with
the wrong motherfucker!
MAN:
that bullshit up, man.
I'm the Gorillapino
in this bitch!
Hey!
I'm the Gorillapino!
I smack little
motherfuckers like you!
(ALL CLAMORING)
(GUNSHOT)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
GABE: What's your problem? Chill out.
Chill out. Chill out.
(BABY CRYING)
What y'all doing in here?
Oh, shit. Hey.
Mo, you fucking open fire in
my house in front of my baby
and my goddamn kids, man?
That little mark motherfucker...
Why don't you shut
the fuck up and sit down.
Where Brandon at?
I'm right here.
I thought I told you to
get the fuck out, man.
Ryan, take these kids
out my fucking house.
Come on, man.
Yo, I can't believe
I was just shot at, yo.
Take a picture of my
reaction face real quick.
GABE: This nigga's
ridiculous, man.
You get what you
needed from Pops?
Nah, he wouldn't help.
Yo, tell him. Maybe
he know where he at.
Who you lookin' for?
This guy.
He took my shoes.
Damn.
Now I'm looking for the guy,
but I don't know where he at.
RYAN: Who is this nigga?
Flaco.
(LAUGHING)
Shit, bro.
Bro, what?
Our little cuz looking for Flaco.
Right.
Say the nigga stole his shoes.
Word. (LAUGHS)
He always doing some
crazy shit like that.
Stay doing shit, man.
But I tell you what, though,
you slide with us tonight,
you'll run into him.
Hell, yeah.
Get in the car.
You know where he at?
RYAN: Yeah. Come on.
What? You scared? You
gonna go by yourself?
Saw how far that
got you last time.
I'ma show you how
to do this shit, boy.
Come on, no, nigga.
Yes.
Fuck.
Where the fuck are we?
You wanna go see some girls?
Yeah, you do.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Mercedez, come here!
What the fuck you want, nigga?
Man, quit playin' and bring
your ass up over here.
That's boo right there.
GABE: Hey, yeah, she's saucy.
Let's have it.
Uh-uh.
Where were you last night?
You couldn't text me back?
Look. Check it out. This is
my little cousin, Brandon.
He only in town for the night.
We gotta show him
a good time, right?
Come here.
MERCEDEZ: Really?
Come here.
(WHISPERING)
Whatever, nigga.
Don't... Whatever.
Come on, man.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BRANDON: Hey, how long
is this gonna take?
MERCEDEZ: Gorda!
GORDA: What?
Bitch, get outside.
We got niggas here.
What the fuck
were you just doing?
What? I was
taking a shit.
MERCEDEZ: Bitch, you fuckin' nasty.
I swear.
MERCEDEZ: Gorda, go put
some fuckin' pants on!
I'm sick of these little niggas
eye-fucking
the shit out of you.
Go, bitch!
Anyways, y'all niggas
want a drink?
Fuck, yeah. I want
something to drink.
You tryin' to get faded, cuz?
Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
Flac, hey.
You remember that
little soft-ass nigga
we took the shoes from, nigga?
Man, these niggas
tryin' to get on me,
though at the park, you feel me?
This nigga threw a
basketball at me, nigga.
Nigga, who throws
a basketball, nigga?
That's dumb, bruh. Nah, this
nigga say he looking for you.
Hey, nigga.
Flac, nigga?
Flaco, man! Bruh!
Fuck wrong with you?
What's up, man?
You over here crying about
some little-ass kid, bruh.
Sit yo ass down, nigga.
(LAUGHING)
Hey, play with your toy, bruh.
(WHISPERS)
This bitch is dehydrated.
Look, the thirst is strong.
Thirsty for that dick.
Possibly yo dick.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
He ain't gonna
do nothing though.
This nigga is a pimp. (LAUGHS)
Fuck that nigga, man.
Fuck that nigga.
Fuck that nigga.
Do you like me?
Do you do this
with a lot of girls?
It's okay. I like you.
MERCEDEZ:
Where's that fuckin' whore?
Gorda! You puta!
You better not be getting'
fuckin' pregnant in there.
Bitch, don't kick me.
You're fuckin' drunk!
GORDA: I'm not drunk.
Shut the fuck up.
Hand me my bottle.
Nah, it's good.
It's good.
Go back to sleep.
You need a pillow?
No, I don't need no pillow.
Come on, man. We up outta here.
Get in the car.
We gotta go now?
You wanna get yo
kicks back, right?
A'ight then. We finna
go to the sideshow.
Flaco probably be there.
Or is you tryin' to stay
here with these bitches?
Fuck you!
Don't you fuckin' kick me!
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
MERCEDEZ: Bitch, you lucky...
J, come on.
J, come on.
(COCKS PISTOL)
(INDISTINCT)
J-
Put your shoes on,
we about to dip.
MAN: What up?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
(ALL RAPPING ALONG)
Man, cuz.
Come on, man, let's go
swang this bitch, man.
Come on.
Hey, bruh. Come here.
Do you wanna see
some cars swang?
Yeah.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CLAMORING)
You walk yo ass home, boy.
Now! Go!
Nigga.
I saw my shoes!
See, nigga!
Come on!
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Go! Go! Go!
Blood.
Niggas came up here
acting hella hard.
He got hit by
a motherfuckin' car.
That's the type
of shit that happen
to dumb niggas out here, man.
Fuck that nigga though, man.
Welcome to that Bay life, man.
This is how we do it, man.
Yo, you know, where the
fuck are we going, man?
ALBERT: He's gone.
I'm not having fun anymore.
RICO: Man, it's a kid, man.
RYAN: Hey, brother,
let me get my lighter.
I lost it.
What the fuck you mean, man?
(SNICKERS)
Nah, man.
(GUNSHOTS)
Hey. Hey, kid.
Fuck.
Yo, Brandon. Chill out.
(GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE)
RICO: Brandon!
GIRL: (ON TV) Charlie.
CHARLIE: Yeah. It's me.
How you feeling, kid?
GIRL: Okay. How are you?
CHARLIE: Fine.
ALBERT: Come on, man.
Let's go.
You don't even know
who the fuck is in there.
What's wrong with you?
Whoa, whoa!
ALBERT: What is
your problem, man?
What, you got a gun now?
Hey, I'm talking to you!
I should beat yo ass! What, you
think you're tough now, huh?
What, you got a gun,
you gonna shoot somebody?
Then go into Flaco's
house by yourself.
I ain't dying
for your bitch ass.
Yo, come on.
Fuck this.
Yeah, you're fucking tripping.
CHILD: (on TV) Mama.
Mama.
CHARLIE: Don't worry about it.
BOY: Hello?
CHARLIE: Hey.
Goodbye, buddy.
GIRL: Oh, Charlie,
I'll miss you.
CHARLIE: Yeah, well, I'm...
Now, you go to sleep.
GIRL: Charlie, will I ever
see you again?
CHARLIE: Sure.
Sure you will, kid.
Fuck.
You know, goodbyes are...
He's coming.
Come on. Brandon! Yo! B!
Let's go!
These are my fucking shoes.
Who the fuck gave you these!
You can't just take
something from somebody
and act like it's yours.
You got that?
CHARLIE: (ON TV)
Come on, beat it out for me.
KING GATOR:
Honey, you know it.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Fuck!
Why is this shit so fucking loud?
(TV TURNS OFF)
FLACO: J!
Get up. Get up!
Hurry up.
FLACO: Where you at?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WHISPERS) I just wanna get out of here.
You understand?
FLACO: Where you at, J?
Come out here!
BRANDON: Say you understand.
I understand.
Where the fuck were you at, huh?
You good?
What's wrong?
J, Why your tape SO quiet?
Huh?
There's somebody's in the house.
Watch out, watch out, watch out.
Down. Sit yo ass down.
(RATTLING)
(GUNSHOTS)
Shit!
(THUMPING ON DOOR)
Go! Go!
Fuck!
ALBERT: Rico!
(COUGHS)
FLACO: Bitch-ass
coughin', huh?
Bitch-ass nigga. Come
up in my house, nigga.
(FLACO GROANS)
(WOOD CLATTERS)
Get up. Come on.
Let's go.
Hey! Hey!
Hey. niggas!
Yo, what's up?
Yo, I got my shoes back.
Yo, what happened? Are you guys okay?
Look.
I don't give a fuck
about your shoes!
We put up with your bullshit
and followed your
bitch ass over here!
Now we gonna get shot in the
face over your fucking shoes!
Flaco's gonna kill us!
Niggas like that don't
give a shit, Brandon!
Let's go, man.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) Chin checking full
of respect Gotta move as a threat
Daily be stressed Round my way
I'm off the project steps
To the curb side at 13
I been cravin' cream
A gatekeeper Them who
understands calls it Bay stream
of blood flow
The girls love me
'cause I love dough
Keep the haze in my veins
and the dope bums slow
With my sidekicks
All of us on that fly shit
Ain't lettin' nothin' stop
I ride for my kicks
(HORN HONKING)
You ever been in trouble
with the cops before?
Figured.
You always been
too much of a pussy
to get in trouble with the cops.
(CHUCKLES) That ain't
how that works.
You such a man now.
Go on, be a man.
You wanna walk around
with a piece strapped,
starting shit you can't finish?
That ain't how that works, bro.
That nigga that
beat you is dead.
He got tossed in front of a car.
And now Gabe got shot.
Over some shit you
started over some shoes.
How you get your shoes back?
Flaco house.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, snap.
Look at your big, swingin' dick.
Maybe I was wrong about you.
You gon' be all right
after all, shit.
You think so?
No, you probably
still gonna die.
At least you let
him know where you at.
Let me see 'em.
Yeah, boy.
Had me a pair just like
those back in the day.
Go home now.
For real this time.
Wait.
You gon' need that, bro.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You like those, J?
FLACO: That's my boy.
Come on, J. Hold my hand.
Where we going now?
To get your shoes back.
But we just got some
shoes, and I like 'em.
That's not the point.
Just 'cause you small don't mean
you let other niggas
fuck with you. Right?
Right?
You remember that kid you
let come in our house,
take our shit?
Now it's your turn to show
him who the fuckin' man is.
A'ight? You could
do that, J?
Yeah.
A'ight.
Don't worry, J.
I'm gonna help you.
Hey.
Can I play?
You're not worried
about your shoes?
I'm working on my
left right now, so...
I bought you guys some stuff.
ALBERT: Bring any snacks?
No.
I got you some protections.
ALBERT: Let me
see them shits.
Yeah. See, these are
the right size.
'Cause you know,
my dick is huge as fuck,
so like the other kinds cut off
circulation around my balls and shit.
You're not supposed to wear the
condom around your balls. (LAUGHS)
Shut up. You don't
have big dick problems.
You know this don't
change shit, right?
You don't got nothing to say?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
ALBERT: Yo, Rico,
we gonna play?
RICO: Nah, nigga,
I don't feel like it.
JEREMIAH: (SINGING) Stupid,
get stupid, get stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Come on, go stupid with me
Where you learn that song?
From you.
Hey.
You ever
Spider-Man a ho?
What?
Come on, nigga. Spider-Man.
(SIGHS)
Okay, so you're
with a bitch, right...
You ain't never with no bitches.
Let me tell my story.
After you in the booty hole,
you know, from behind.
RICO: All right.
ALBERT: Yeah.
Anyway, so you
about to bust, right?
Right before you pull out,
you spit on her back,
so she thinks you busted.
But you really
busted in your hand.
And when the bitch
turns around...
What, nigga?
What, man?
(INAUDIBLE)
Fuck!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
FLACO: Come on, J!
Hurry UP!
Shit! Shit!
Go, go, go, go!
Come on!
Hustle!
RICO: He's right behind you!
ALBERT: I saw him.
BRANDON: Even when I dream...
I dream about getting chased.
Sometimes I wish
I had a spaceship.
Just hang out in space
where it's quiet.
And no one can fuck with me.
Fuck you, bitch!
Get up, nigga!
Bring that shit!
I dare you, nigga!
Do something else!
Get up!
Do something!
Get back down.
I dare you, nigga.
Do something else!
I dare you.
FLACO: Boy, give me
that gun, Jeremiah.
Give me the gun, Jeremiah.
J!
Hey, bruh.
Keep your fucking shoes.
My bad, J.
My bad, J.
My bad.
Damn!
Damn!
My nigga.
Need some help, bro?
You good?
Fuck.
Turn him around.
(SPITS)
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Come on, man.
Come on.
Shit, man. That nigga
fucked you up.
You all right, B?
Oh...
ALBERT: I saw that nigga Flaco
face though. (CHUCKLES)
Lookin' like mine.
You definitely got a hit in.
You a man now.
For real.
What we gon' do now?
Same shit we do every day.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) I used to have
the trey-deuce and the deuce-deuce
In my bubblegoose
Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking
sacks Up in Ac's
And Sidekicks with my
sidekicks Rockin' fly kicks
T-minus ten, nine,
eight, seven, six,
five, four, three,
two, one, zero.
BRANDON: Sometimes,
I wish I had a spaceship.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Just hang out in space
where it's quiet.
And no one can fuck with me.
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(GUNSHOT)
(BULLET CASING CLATTERS)
Even when I dream, I dream
about getting chased.
(RAPPING) I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks, up in acts
Sidekicks with my sidekicks,
rockin' fly kicks
I've never been in a real fight.
Mainly because
I've always been fast.
Mom says when
you're small, like me,
you gotta watch
out for yourself.
I ain't gonna lie, though.
Kids at school are
always fucking with me,
making fun of my shoes
and how broke I am.
Don't tell my mom 'cause I
don't want to see her upset.
I once heard this real
famous comic say that
deciding to wear flip-flops
is like saying, "I hope I
don't get chased today."
That's why I don't wear
fucking flip-flops.
I'm from the East Bay,
Richmond, California.
Cheez-Its. That's where you
need to start the story.
We eating Cheez-Its...
Those are my two best friends...
Chen-Rs'?
We eating Cheez-Its... You
don't even got Cheez-Its...
What up, man? You look like a
little girl coming down the street.
We do everything together.
Tie that shit up.
ALBERT: Anyway, look, we
chillin' eating Cheez-Its.
Out of nowhere, she just starts
sucking my dick. I swear to God.
BRANDON: That's Rico.
I put that online.
He don't take shit from nobody.
Like, all he do is
just sit around and smoke.
But he's still ripped.
Guys don't fuck with him.
But girls do.
He can't give it to
you like I can, baby!
That's Albert.
You fuckin' around.
ALBERT: I'm going to leave.
BRANDON: All he do
is talk about pussy.
But! don't think
he ever seen one.
He says he's some
kind of R&B genius.
(RAPPING) All you got to do
Hey, bro... Hey, run
that shit back one time.
Put that auto-tune
all the way up...
Bitch, shut the fuck up! Can't
you see me in the studio?
Nigga, fuck you.
You in a motherfucking
closet with your fat ass.
BRANDON:
The greatest of all time.
Hey, bro.
Pussy Mix Tape, bro.
Hottest shit out.
Volume Four, bro.
Man, don't nobody want
to buy my shit, bruh.
BRANDON: 'Cause you wack.
Man, fuck you.
I'ma make it, nigga.
Every day we do the same shit.
RICO: I don't know, man.
Red Ones...
We talk about the same shit.
ALBERT: They're not just freakin' shoes.
Those are J's.
You know how much head I
would get if I had...
Albert's got the 6's.
Rico's got the 3's.
(BEAT-BOXING)
Them 11's, though'?
That's the shit right there.
ALBERT: Fresh feet equals...
RICO: Respect, nigga.
Balls-deep, nigga.
Right?
You know it.
You don't know.
Fresh feet equals balls-deep.
I knew that.
(RAPPING) Quiet 'cause they
'bout it 'Cause it's too loud
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
You know what, I'm rapping now
I'ma pass it to my nigga B
You're up.
All right...
(BEAT-BOXING)
What the fuck?
ALBERT: Come on, man.
(RAPPING) Said nothing like the rest,
nigga Sicka then the next nigga
The Bay ain't behind me
'cause I keep it on my chest
BRANDON: Sometimes, it fee!
Like everybody cooler than me.
You're supposed to push me next.
No.
Hey, you trying to get faded, B?
You got a light?
Yeah.
Maybe because I'm small...
Get the fuck out of here!
I don't know.
RICO: You see
my friend over there?
That one over there.
(WOMAN LAUGHS) What you laughing for?
Go talk to him.
Like, in school,
can't play pick up,
can't take a piss,
can't pull no girls...
Boo, nigga.
Can I help you?
Bruh, she must have had the
balls in there, and everything.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Shit. You know I love it when
they do that shit, too, nigga.
Shut the fuck up. You ain't
never had your dick wet.
Nigga, fuck you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD BOOING)
(RAPPING)
RICO: Damn, B,
that kid looks like you.
Except, he don't have shoes
from middle school. (LAUGHS)
(CONTINUES
RAPPING INDISTINCTLY)
BRANDON: The Bred 1's.
The black and red ones.
The originals.
First Jordans ever made, man.
(INDISTINCT)
Damn.
If I had those...
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Excuse me.
CLERK: Yo, what up?
Do you have these in a seven?
Nah, they don't
make kids' sizes.
How much are they?
$350.
BRANDON: Mom always
hides my birthday money.
She say, I got to
save up for emergencies.
DARYL: Hey, little boy. You.
Curly-haired
little boy, come here.
Yeah, you, come on. Talking to you.
How you doing?
OI' Will-Smith's-son-
looking little boy.
What's going on with you, man?
Check it out, man. Look
what I got for you, baby.
How you doing?
Now don't hurt
your eyes right now,
I'm gonna show you some stuff
that you might not
never seen before.
Where'd you get all these at?
Don't worry about that.
Why your shoes look like that?
I got some stuff for you.
My name's Daryl.
What's your name?
Brandon. What's
up with you, boy?
Let me show you some stuff, man.
You might want
some of these stuff.
Your foot game is everything
in this world, man.
Let me show you these.
You seen these?
Brand-new. You feel me?
Those nice.
You like those, huh?
I got something that's gonna
be nice on you, though.
The stores don't even got these, boy.
These exclusive, you see.
But these right here,
these cost more than your life.
ALBERT AND RICO: Damn!
Blood, you did not buy these.
Your mama got 'em for you?
I bought 'em.
Nigga, please.
The "Bred" Air Jordan 1's?
Yeah.
Nigga, are these fucking originals?
Yeah.
Man, they, like, a
grand on the Internet.
How you get them? Hold on, hold
on, hold on. Look, look, look.
I swear to God, I bought 'em.
Like, for real, I did.
Listen, I was walking home when
I saw Crazy Daryl on 23rd.
So, I'm like,
"Yo, Daryl."
And then, he like,
"What up, my nigga?"
So, you know I'm talking to...
No, he didn't.
Man, anyway... I'm
like, "What you got?"
And then, he, like, "Hey, blood,
check this out right here.
"Nigga, you ain't gon' find
this shit anywhere else.
This shit cost more
than your whole life."
When I seen them re releases
looking sweet,
I had to cop 'em.
So I'm, like, "How much?"
This nigga, like, "$200, bro."
So, Hum to walk away knowing
this nigga playing me and shit.
Then he's, like,
"Wait, nah, I meant $150."
And I'm like, "Yeah, nigga. That's
more like it!" (ALL CHUCKLE)
And I was, like, "Peace."
That's how I got 'em.
RICO: Whatever, nigga. Your dick
get bigger, too, or something?
ALBERT: Bro, leave
his dick out of this.
I'm just saying, man.
Your feet got bigger...
Did your dick
finally get longer?
BRANDON: Why you love
my dick so much, man?
(SCOFFS) Got 'em.
This li'l nigga
was born tonight.
LILA: I'ma tell auntie
on your fat ass.
Ridin' that bike over there like Mr.
Kool-Aid-on-a-bike and shit.
Somebody call
Captain Save-a-ho!
Dumbass lookin' nigga.
I need to get me some of them
shoes, though, on the cool.
Hey, B. Come play
with me, nigga.
Nah, I don't wanna
fuck up my shoes.
Nigga, they're called Jordans for a reason.
He plays basketball.
Stupid ass.
ALEXA: Who's your friend?
RICO: Who?
Fat Albert?
No, not Fat Albert.
Who's that?
Little B?
Yeah.
Hey, Brandon!
Get your ass over here, man.
Go talk to him.
(CHUCKLES)
No, not you.
Where'd you get your shoes?
This place.
ALEXA: I like them.
Want some?
Yeah.
Um, we're gonna go smoke and
drink in Jamica's garage later,
and probably go see a movie.
You should come.
I don't know.
Probably busy.
"Probably busy"?
What you mean?
Can I have my drink back?
No.
You gotta say you're coming,
and you have to mean it.
All right, well, I'm coming.
You gotta mean it.
I promise. Can I have it back now?
You gotta promise.
I promise.
Okay.
You better come.
You gonna put it
in her booty hole?
Brandon's gonna
get his first blow J!
(LAUGHS)
What?
Hey, you sure you don't wanna come
over and play some video games?
Watch this porn I downloaded?
Nah, I'm straight.
Come on, man.
They fart in each other's
mouths, and they like it.
It's hilarious.
You gotta watch it.
Bro, I'm cool.
RICO: Oh!
I get it.
Nigga trying to get so
fresh, so clean, clean,
for his first kiss and shit.
ALBERT: Exactly.
I've kissed a girl before.
Whatever, man. Look...
If you wanna shave your balls,
make sure you get clean strokes.
No side-to-side.
That shit hurts.
All right, then, y'all.
Later, nigga.
Oh, hey, hold on. What y'all
about to wear tonight?
Man, who gives a shit.
Wear what you want.
RICO: Hey,
I'll race you, nigga.
ALBERT:
You ain't catching me.
(INAUDIBLE)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
(TURNS OFF STEREO)
Hey, bro, you got
change for a five?
Who got them shoes for you? Your
mama got them kicks for you, bro?
Makes you straight, though?
What up, boy?
What up, boy?
Catch this nigga.
Boy! Where you going?
You're gonna be my bitch today.
Be my bitch today.
Hey, nigga. Hey, nigga.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, man.
Come over here.
Bring him over here.
Nigga, what the fuck
you lookin' at?
Come on!
Bitch.
(GANG MEMBERS LAUGHING)
All right,
give me them kicks, boy!
What, what?
You trying to fight?
Take your shoes off, nigga!
Bitch ass lookin', ass nigga.
Stop that cryin' and shit.
Hey, this nigga
from school, man.
"Boo, nigga."
Yeah! Yo, hold on.
Hold on, nigga.
Smile. Smile.
Now give me them shoes, man.
Take a picture of me and
this bitch-ass nigga!
Get in the picture, nigga!
Who you kickin', boy?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
GANG MEMBERS: Ooh!
Take them off.
Give me those kicks, boy.
Hand. Hand.!
Man, I'm coming.
Nigga, get off me.
Thank you for the kicks, nigga.
(GROANS)
RICO: Damn!
ALBERT: Damn!
Got your ass!
Nigga, they took
both shoes? (CHUCKLES)
Yo, that sucks.
Shit.
BRANDON: How we gonna
get 'em back?
(CHUCKLES)
RICO: Man...
Niggas get jacked every day.
You look fine to me, man.
Eat your Manchow.
And give me that shit!
You don't know how to roll
no goddamn blunt, nigga.
Hey, you got a hit in,
though, right?
RICO: Yeah, right.
Look at his face.
Nigga probably handed 'em
over like a little bitch.
ALBERT: You know, if I was up in there...
RICO: What?
Guess what I would have done?
What you would have done?
I would have been all up
on them niggas. What?
One by one, like, "What
up?" Like, what then?
What's up nigga...
Like, "What up..."
(RAPPING) Chin up Chest
out when it's flying time
Can't be a man if!
Let another claim mine
They crossed the line
So, Fm with it Don't approach me
Only real gonna survive
And we gonna see
That I ain't no bitch.
You deaf, nigga? You don't
hear me talking to you?
Fuck you, bitch.
I'm right here.
You want me to whoop your
ass now, too, bro? Chill.
I'ma get my shoes back!
You ain't gonna do shit!
Come... Come on!
Chill! Yo, chill!
Fuck!
ALBERT: Yo, yo yo!
Y'all think y'all so fucking tough!
You trippin', man!
Chill out, man. Talking all that shit!
And what now?
You fucking dumb bitch! You don't
know where the fuck they are!
I did know one of 'em!
Flaco!
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Shit, man.
Y'all need to chill.
Hey, I ain't fucking with that nigga Flaco.
That nigga's...
BRANDON:
Albert's cousin, Trev...
He know everyone.
He setup everybody out here.
Come on in, little homey.
So, what's up, little bro?
What you want?
I was wondering if you
knew a guy named Flaco.
Know where he at?
Why the fuck would a li'l
nigga like you want to know
where a crazy
nigga like Flaco at?
He took my shoes.
(LAUGHS)
Go get you some
more kicks, little bro.
You ain't getting them back.
What if he jumped you?
Erroneous. I wouldn't be in your
situation in the first place.
GLENDA: Look...
Hit Ghost Town a few times,
and you gonna find him...
Bitch, shut the fuck up!
You shut up with
your old rude ass.
The fuck you know
where he at anyway.
Nobody was talking to you.
You should ask your
motherfucking Uncle Marlon.
Don't he stay in Oakland?
He should be
the one helping you.
Y'all family and shit.
Come on, bro. Get up.
Look. Look...
Look, man.
Seriously, little bro,
don't think you can just show
up alone like you did here.
For real.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, girl, I know you got a dollar on you.
Let me get a dollar.
Man, leave that lady alone.
Dollar, dollar,
dollar bill y'all.
Hey, B, what the fuck, man?
Hey, bro, you got a dollar?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Shut up.
Damn, man, where'd you go?
ALBERT: This is too small, yo.
Yeah. XL. You know me.
I'm not buying you
no condoms, nigga.
Man, how you know I can't
buy my own condoms?
'Cause you broke.
Man, fuck you. You don't
know my financial business.
Damn, dawg, your feet stanky.
So that's how it is? You
just ain't gonna talk to me?
What you think, you gonna get
your shoes back or whatever?
Not just fucking shoes.
They J's.
And you don't fuck
with another nigga's J's!
Shut up!
I would have had your back.
Damn, nigga, where you going?
Yo, where we goin'?
He ain't gon' do shit.
Watch me.
Hey! Hey, yo!
Hey, bitch, where
your boy Flaco at?
Hey!
Motherfucker...
What the...
Nigga.
What the fuck, nigga?
That nigga trippin, yo.
Back up, back up.
Nigga! What's up, nigga?
What's up, nigga?
Nigga, what's up, nigga!
Hit him, though.
Nigga, what you mean?
Do something... You want
me to do something, nigga?
It's good.
You ain't gon' hit him, dawg.
Do it!
Bitch, shut your ugly ass up!
Ugly ass bitch!
Shut the... Hey,
what's up then, nigga?
WOMAN: Don't call me
no bitch.
Hey, when you see Flaco,
tell him I'm looking for him.
Come at me, bruh.
I'm not a bitch.
Stop snapping with your fake-ass weave!
Shut up, bitch!
Nigga, I don't
give a fuck, nigga.
My weave realer than you, nigga!
Yo. What the fuck
was that about, yo?
That punk-ass-bitch
knows who Flaco is.
Look, man, we get it. We can get
your shoes back, all right?
You crazy, man.
Look, bro, where
the fuck is the shoes at?
We gotta get to Oakland.
WOMAN: Fuck you!
MAN: Fuckin' bitch!
WOMAN: Yeah? All right.
Bitch-ass niggas these days.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) I was a terror
since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting
classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was
a daily routine since 13
Chubby nigga on the scene
Used to have the trey-deuce
And the deuce-deuce
In my bubblegoose
Now I got the Mac in my
knapsack Loungin' black
Smoking sacks up in Ads
And Sidekicks
With my sidekicks
Rockin' fly kicks
Whoa.
FLACO: You like them, bruh.
Yeah.
Yeah?
You sure you like them?
Yeah.
BRANDON: My Uncle
Marlon was a bad guy.
Not a bad guy like Magneto,
but, like, a really bad guy.
He got locked up when I was
little for a long time.
I remember, when he was away,
I used to go to my grandma's
house and play with my cousins.
There were three
of them, all boys.
I heard one of them
got killed though.
Hold up, hold up.
Hold up, hold up.
This is it.
RICO: This?
Yeah.
ALBERT: Man, why this nigga
got us in a trap house?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
BRANDON: Hello?
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
Who are these
niggas on my porch?
Hey, yo, bro. That's our
little cousin, Brandon, man.
Man, I know who that is.
Who is these niggas on my porch?
I'm Albert.
Nice to meet you.
You a fat little fuck,
ain't you?
You got activator in your hair?
Yes.
Ryan. What's up, little cuz?
What's happenin', man?
Shut up, bro.
What's up, cuz?
Where you been, bro?
I ain't seen you in so long.
My mom...
Yo, Gabe, bro...
Stop asking
stupid-ass questions.
Come on, man, I'ma call him.
Hey, you think I'm fat?
What?
RICO: Shut up.
This water's real good.
This my nephew?
(MARLON LAUGHS)
You got hella big, boy.
That nigga's small as fuck, man.
Your mom know you here?
She all right, though?
Mmm.
These two with you?
I already...
I know.
And now I'm asking.
(STAMMERING)
They're my friends.
Mmm-hmm.
Come on, let's go see your
grandma before we talk.
She still alive?
GABE: Yeah, man.
She don't make no sense, though.
You shut the fuck up before
I kick you out this house.
Come on, man.
Not y'all.
Stay with your cousins.
GABE: Hey, man,
pick that shit up.
My bad.
This a nice couch.
MARLON:
That's your cousin Drew.
He gonna look cute, huh?
Who's he?
Is you retarded? I just
said it's your cousin.
Come on, man.
Oh, yeah.
Niggas trying to smoke?
BOTH: Yeah.
MARLON: Hey, Ma.
You got a visitor.
Your grandson.
Yeah. Liz's son.
Say hi to your grandson Brandon.
Hi, Grandma... No, no, no.
No, don't touch her.
She'll flip the fuck out.
Hey, Ma, that's your grandson.
You ain't seen him
for a minute, right?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
ALBERT: Shit. GABE: Wait
for it, wait for it...
(LAUGHS) They just
let him have it.
Sweet.
Just standing there.
(LAUGHS) Bro...
RICO: Look, look, here it come...
Right here. Look.
Boom!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Shit.
He got Falcon Punched, nigga.
Goddamn!
I would have had to pop his ass.
Hell, no!
You're mines, nigga.
MARLON: So, what you
come here for?
I got into some trouble.
MARLON: Your mama know?
BRANDON: Mmm-mmm.
She don't know.
What then?
BRANDON: You know
a guy named Flaco?
I heard he live out here.
And I thought maybe
because of what you do...
Oh, really?
What I do?
BRANDON: No... I just
thought, 'cause you know...
You out here, and he out here,
and you might know him.
You know what Flaco mean?
No...
Flaco means "skinny."
He just a skinny,
little nigga like you.
You wanna know his real name?
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) I bet you do.
What he do to you?
Take your girl?
Nah.
My shoes.
(LAUGHING)
Oh!
Yeah, I know Flaco.
Fuck that little nigga.
He used to push for me
when he was, like, 13.
Smoked some of my shit,
and went away for a few months.
He deserve to get his ass beat.
So, can you help me?
What? Help you beat
some kid's ass?
I'm a grown-ass man, nephew.
The fuck you thinkin'?
You know why I went to prison?
Hmm?
I was cooking at the time.
You know what that mean?
Don't do that shit, it's stupid.
I don't cook no more.
Anyway, I had this
big-ass batch to push.
And this nigga, Neil,
like a brother to me...
Grandma used to put
food on his plate,
we used to share
clothes and shit.
We started cookin',
making stacks.
And this nigga, Neil, decides
he's too good for me,
and he don't
wanna share no more.
Tried snitching on my ass
on some little bullshit,
tried to take
the batch and go solo.
That's why you went to prison?
Nah.
I found out, and I shot
Neil in his fuckin' face.
Shit is wrong.
You got a problem, you
handle that shit yourself.
Ain't nobody gonna
pull that trigger for me.
You gotta handle your business
yourself, or get the fuck home.
But I just need...
Go on, man.
Get the fuck out.
That...
That bitch is rude, man.
That...
That bitch is rude, man.
Yo, that was fucked up.
What's up... What up,
What up, what up?
GABE: You looking for pops?
Shit.
Who the fuck is that?
What you doing
rocking them colors, nephew?
Black isn't really a color,
it's more of a neutral...
Man, miss me with
that bullshit, man.
He's nobody.
It's good, blood...
Hey, fuck that shit, man.
It ain't good.
I want to know who
this motherfucker is.
What now? Man, sit
yo happy ass down!
Yo, it's good, blood.
It's good, man. He a nobody, man.
Fuck this shit, man.
BIG MO: I don't know this
motherfucker, man.
Where you from, anyway?
I'm Albert.
I'm just saying...
Motherfucker,
do you know who I am?
All right, all right, all right.
BIG MO: I don't give
a fuck about him...
Or this little...
All right, all right, all right.
You dealin' with
the wrong motherfucker!
MAN:
that bullshit up, man.
I'm the Gorillapino
in this bitch!
Hey!
I'm the Gorillapino!
I smack little
motherfuckers like you!
(ALL CLAMORING)
(GUNSHOT)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
GABE: What's your problem? Chill out.
Chill out. Chill out.
(BABY CRYING)
What y'all doing in here?
Oh, shit. Hey.
Mo, you fucking open fire in
my house in front of my baby
and my goddamn kids, man?
That little mark motherfucker...
Why don't you shut
the fuck up and sit down.
Where Brandon at?
I'm right here.
I thought I told you to
get the fuck out, man.
Ryan, take these kids
out my fucking house.
Come on, man.
Yo, I can't believe
I was just shot at, yo.
Take a picture of my
reaction face real quick.
GABE: This nigga's
ridiculous, man.
You get what you
needed from Pops?
Nah, he wouldn't help.
Yo, tell him. Maybe
he know where he at.
Who you lookin' for?
This guy.
He took my shoes.
Damn.
Now I'm looking for the guy,
but I don't know where he at.
RYAN: Who is this nigga?
Flaco.
(LAUGHING)
Shit, bro.
Bro, what?
Our little cuz looking for Flaco.
Right.
Say the nigga stole his shoes.
Word. (LAUGHS)
He always doing some
crazy shit like that.
Stay doing shit, man.
But I tell you what, though,
you slide with us tonight,
you'll run into him.
Hell, yeah.
Get in the car.
You know where he at?
RYAN: Yeah. Come on.
What? You scared? You
gonna go by yourself?
Saw how far that
got you last time.
I'ma show you how
to do this shit, boy.
Come on, no, nigga.
Yes.
Fuck.
Where the fuck are we?
You wanna go see some girls?
Yeah, you do.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Mercedez, come here!
What the fuck you want, nigga?
Man, quit playin' and bring
your ass up over here.
That's boo right there.
GABE: Hey, yeah, she's saucy.
Let's have it.
Uh-uh.
Where were you last night?
You couldn't text me back?
Look. Check it out. This is
my little cousin, Brandon.
He only in town for the night.
We gotta show him
a good time, right?
Come here.
MERCEDEZ: Really?
Come here.
(WHISPERING)
Whatever, nigga.
Don't... Whatever.
Come on, man.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BRANDON: Hey, how long
is this gonna take?
MERCEDEZ: Gorda!
GORDA: What?
Bitch, get outside.
We got niggas here.
What the fuck
were you just doing?
What? I was
taking a shit.
MERCEDEZ: Bitch, you fuckin' nasty.
I swear.
MERCEDEZ: Gorda, go put
some fuckin' pants on!
I'm sick of these little niggas
eye-fucking
the shit out of you.
Go, bitch!
Anyways, y'all niggas
want a drink?
Fuck, yeah. I want
something to drink.
You tryin' to get faded, cuz?
Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
Flac, hey.
You remember that
little soft-ass nigga
we took the shoes from, nigga?
Man, these niggas
tryin' to get on me,
though at the park, you feel me?
This nigga threw a
basketball at me, nigga.
Nigga, who throws
a basketball, nigga?
That's dumb, bruh. Nah, this
nigga say he looking for you.
Hey, nigga.
Flac, nigga?
Flaco, man! Bruh!
Fuck wrong with you?
What's up, man?
You over here crying about
some little-ass kid, bruh.
Sit yo ass down, nigga.
(LAUGHING)
Hey, play with your toy, bruh.
(WHISPERS)
This bitch is dehydrated.
Look, the thirst is strong.
Thirsty for that dick.
Possibly yo dick.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
He ain't gonna
do nothing though.
This nigga is a pimp. (LAUGHS)
Fuck that nigga, man.
Fuck that nigga.
Fuck that nigga.
Do you like me?
Do you do this
with a lot of girls?
It's okay. I like you.
MERCEDEZ:
Where's that fuckin' whore?
Gorda! You puta!
You better not be getting'
fuckin' pregnant in there.
Bitch, don't kick me.
You're fuckin' drunk!
GORDA: I'm not drunk.
Shut the fuck up.
Hand me my bottle.
Nah, it's good.
It's good.
Go back to sleep.
You need a pillow?
No, I don't need no pillow.
Come on, man. We up outta here.
Get in the car.
We gotta go now?
You wanna get yo
kicks back, right?
A'ight then. We finna
go to the sideshow.
Flaco probably be there.
Or is you tryin' to stay
here with these bitches?
Fuck you!
Don't you fuckin' kick me!
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
MERCEDEZ: Bitch, you lucky...
J, come on.
J, come on.
(COCKS PISTOL)
(INDISTINCT)
J-
Put your shoes on,
we about to dip.
MAN: What up?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
(ALL RAPPING ALONG)
Man, cuz.
Come on, man, let's go
swang this bitch, man.
Come on.
Hey, bruh. Come here.
Do you wanna see
some cars swang?
Yeah.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CLAMORING)
You walk yo ass home, boy.
Now! Go!
Nigga.
I saw my shoes!
See, nigga!
Come on!
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Go! Go! Go!
Blood.
Niggas came up here
acting hella hard.
He got hit by
a motherfuckin' car.
That's the type
of shit that happen
to dumb niggas out here, man.
Fuck that nigga though, man.
Welcome to that Bay life, man.
This is how we do it, man.
Yo, you know, where the
fuck are we going, man?
ALBERT: He's gone.
I'm not having fun anymore.
RICO: Man, it's a kid, man.
RYAN: Hey, brother,
let me get my lighter.
I lost it.
What the fuck you mean, man?
(SNICKERS)
Nah, man.
(GUNSHOTS)
Hey. Hey, kid.
Fuck.
Yo, Brandon. Chill out.
(GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE)
RICO: Brandon!
GIRL: (ON TV) Charlie.
CHARLIE: Yeah. It's me.
How you feeling, kid?
GIRL: Okay. How are you?
CHARLIE: Fine.
ALBERT: Come on, man.
Let's go.
You don't even know
who the fuck is in there.
What's wrong with you?
Whoa, whoa!
ALBERT: What is
your problem, man?
What, you got a gun now?
Hey, I'm talking to you!
I should beat yo ass! What, you
think you're tough now, huh?
What, you got a gun,
you gonna shoot somebody?
Then go into Flaco's
house by yourself.
I ain't dying
for your bitch ass.
Yo, come on.
Fuck this.
Yeah, you're fucking tripping.
CHILD: (on TV) Mama.
Mama.
CHARLIE: Don't worry about it.
BOY: Hello?
CHARLIE: Hey.
Goodbye, buddy.
GIRL: Oh, Charlie,
I'll miss you.
CHARLIE: Yeah, well, I'm...
Now, you go to sleep.
GIRL: Charlie, will I ever
see you again?
CHARLIE: Sure.
Sure you will, kid.
Fuck.
You know, goodbyes are...
He's coming.
Come on. Brandon! Yo! B!
Let's go!
These are my fucking shoes.
Who the fuck gave you these!
You can't just take
something from somebody
and act like it's yours.
You got that?
CHARLIE: (ON TV)
Come on, beat it out for me.
KING GATOR:
Honey, you know it.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Fuck!
Why is this shit so fucking loud?
(TV TURNS OFF)
FLACO: J!
Get up. Get up!
Hurry up.
FLACO: Where you at?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WHISPERS) I just wanna get out of here.
You understand?
FLACO: Where you at, J?
Come out here!
BRANDON: Say you understand.
I understand.
Where the fuck were you at, huh?
You good?
What's wrong?
J, Why your tape SO quiet?
Huh?
There's somebody's in the house.
Watch out, watch out, watch out.
Down. Sit yo ass down.
(RATTLING)
(GUNSHOTS)
Shit!
(THUMPING ON DOOR)
Go! Go!
Fuck!
ALBERT: Rico!
(COUGHS)
FLACO: Bitch-ass
coughin', huh?
Bitch-ass nigga. Come
up in my house, nigga.
(FLACO GROANS)
(WOOD CLATTERS)
Get up. Come on.
Let's go.
Hey! Hey!
Hey. niggas!
Yo, what's up?
Yo, I got my shoes back.
Yo, what happened? Are you guys okay?
Look.
I don't give a fuck
about your shoes!
We put up with your bullshit
and followed your
bitch ass over here!
Now we gonna get shot in the
face over your fucking shoes!
Flaco's gonna kill us!
Niggas like that don't
give a shit, Brandon!
Let's go, man.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) Chin checking full
of respect Gotta move as a threat
Daily be stressed Round my way
I'm off the project steps
To the curb side at 13
I been cravin' cream
A gatekeeper Them who
understands calls it Bay stream
of blood flow
The girls love me
'cause I love dough
Keep the haze in my veins
and the dope bums slow
With my sidekicks
All of us on that fly shit
Ain't lettin' nothin' stop
I ride for my kicks
(HORN HONKING)
You ever been in trouble
with the cops before?
Figured.
You always been
too much of a pussy
to get in trouble with the cops.
(CHUCKLES) That ain't
how that works.
You such a man now.
Go on, be a man.
You wanna walk around
with a piece strapped,
starting shit you can't finish?
That ain't how that works, bro.
That nigga that
beat you is dead.
He got tossed in front of a car.
And now Gabe got shot.
Over some shit you
started over some shoes.
How you get your shoes back?
Flaco house.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, snap.
Look at your big, swingin' dick.
Maybe I was wrong about you.
You gon' be all right
after all, shit.
You think so?
No, you probably
still gonna die.
At least you let
him know where you at.
Let me see 'em.
Yeah, boy.
Had me a pair just like
those back in the day.
Go home now.
For real this time.
Wait.
You gon' need that, bro.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You like those, J?
FLACO: That's my boy.
Come on, J. Hold my hand.
Where we going now?
To get your shoes back.
But we just got some
shoes, and I like 'em.
That's not the point.
Just 'cause you small don't mean
you let other niggas
fuck with you. Right?
Right?
You remember that kid you
let come in our house,
take our shit?
Now it's your turn to show
him who the fuckin' man is.
A'ight? You could
do that, J?
Yeah.
A'ight.
Don't worry, J.
I'm gonna help you.
Hey.
Can I play?
You're not worried
about your shoes?
I'm working on my
left right now, so...
I bought you guys some stuff.
ALBERT: Bring any snacks?
No.
I got you some protections.
ALBERT: Let me
see them shits.
Yeah. See, these are
the right size.
'Cause you know,
my dick is huge as fuck,
so like the other kinds cut off
circulation around my balls and shit.
You're not supposed to wear the
condom around your balls. (LAUGHS)
Shut up. You don't
have big dick problems.
You know this don't
change shit, right?
You don't got nothing to say?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
ALBERT: Yo, Rico,
we gonna play?
RICO: Nah, nigga,
I don't feel like it.
JEREMIAH: (SINGING) Stupid,
get stupid, get stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Come on, go stupid with me
Where you learn that song?
From you.
Hey.
You ever
Spider-Man a ho?
What?
Come on, nigga. Spider-Man.
(SIGHS)
Okay, so you're
with a bitch, right...
You ain't never with no bitches.
Let me tell my story.
After you in the booty hole,
you know, from behind.
RICO: All right.
ALBERT: Yeah.
Anyway, so you
about to bust, right?
Right before you pull out,
you spit on her back,
so she thinks you busted.
But you really
busted in your hand.
And when the bitch
turns around...
What, nigga?
What, man?
(INAUDIBLE)
Fuck!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
FLACO: Come on, J!
Hurry UP!
Shit! Shit!
Go, go, go, go!
Come on!
Hustle!
RICO: He's right behind you!
ALBERT: I saw him.
BRANDON: Even when I dream...
I dream about getting chased.
Sometimes I wish
I had a spaceship.
Just hang out in space
where it's quiet.
And no one can fuck with me.
Fuck you, bitch!
Get up, nigga!
Bring that shit!
I dare you, nigga!
Do something else!
Get up!
Do something!
Get back down.
I dare you, nigga.
Do something else!
I dare you.
FLACO: Boy, give me
that gun, Jeremiah.
Give me the gun, Jeremiah.
J!
Hey, bruh.
Keep your fucking shoes.
My bad, J.
My bad, J.
My bad.
Damn!
Damn!
My nigga.
Need some help, bro?
You good?
Fuck.
Turn him around.
(SPITS)
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Come on, man.
Come on.
Shit, man. That nigga
fucked you up.
You all right, B?
Oh...
ALBERT: I saw that nigga Flaco
face though. (CHUCKLES)
Lookin' like mine.
You definitely got a hit in.
You a man now.
For real.
What we gon' do now?
Same shit we do every day.
BRANDON: (RAPPING) I used to have
the trey-deuce and the deuce-deuce
In my bubblegoose
Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking
sacks Up in Ac's
And Sidekicks with my
sidekicks Rockin' fly kicks