Hey, miss. Where you been?
Oh, Shondra! Shondra!
-I been busy, Tec. -You been getting busy?
None of your damn business.
Okay, okay, I'm cool. I understand. Just tell me who it is.
All you need to know is that it ain't your black ass.
See, this that shit. Think you're better than me.
All you is is a chickenhead and that's all you ever gonna be.
Hey, girl. What's up?
-You all right? -I'm fine, but you the finest!
She the truth too, dude. I'm telling you, once Mothra gets set up, boy.... once Mothra gets set up, boy....
-You hitting this? -No. Now let me go! -You hitting this?
Hey, dude, didn't your mama ever tell you how to treat a lady? That's not nice.
Oh, so you know my moms?
No, but she wouldn't appreciate you grabbing a woman like that.
What would your mom prefer?
You know, just talk to them and be nice to them.
Know what my mom would do?
My mom would tell you to mind your own damn business!
Don't!
-Don't be hating. -Tec, don't! Stop it!
Y'all gonna be real sorry, the both of you.
-You all right? -Yeah, I'm okay.
-Who was that? -Old history.
You know what? Come on.
He strong.
-Excuse me. -Where we going?
Just shut up. Move, please?
You gotta get out of here.
-You letting me go? -I'm not having your blood on my hands.
It's the red Honda by the door. Just go.
All the way from Malibu, B-Rad. Give it up for B-Rad.
Straight out of Malibu. B-Rad, come on up. B-Rad.
-Go! -I can't.
-Why? -Shondra...
...anybody can rap at the Malibu County Fair.
This is my chance, my one shot. I gotta prove myself.
This is gonna be like an episode of Oz.
Yeah, excuse me.
Yeah, I'm just gonna go on stage, do my rhyme thing.
They kind of pack them in tight here.
-Get up there. Do your thing. -Yeah, get up there, fool!
Oh, hell, no! No, hell, no.
Him? No! Hell, no.
-Do you all have a locker? -Man, come on. You a rapper?
Yeah, straight up.
I didn't know Dairy Queen had a rap label.
Hey, I may be white, but my rhymes is tight.
-I'm down, y'all. -No, you ain't down, homey.
I ain't battling no bitch, homey, first of all.
I know you heard that!
Yo, Felli! Can I serve this fool right quick?
Hey, man. Serve him, dog.
Hey, y'all give it up for my man Hi-C.
Let's set it off. What's it gonna be, Saltine? Heads or tail?
Tiz-ziz-ails!
Tails. I like tails, please.
What's it gonna be? First or second?
Hey, ladies first.
No. Y'all cut it out. Serve him, Hi-C.
Man, check this out. I got something for his ass.
Do this for me, let me hear-- Yeah, say:
Y'all give it up for Hi-C! Hi-C in the house!
Big Steel serving, baby, serving heavy his style.
Man, I ain't gonna battle this little punk.
Let's see what you got.
When I say, "Mali," you say, "'Bu." Mali--
Okay, feeling the love.
Here we go, dog!
One, two, three, four, flow!
I'm sorry.
It's Black History Month. You out your rabbit-ass mind?
What is this? Is this some sort of rap initiation?
This is not how they do it on American Idol.
Come on.
Don't be hating.
Yo, all y'all rappers out there! My name is Brad Gluckman...
...and when I'm on the mic, you can really say I suck, man!
Look, y'all. Y'all had y'all laugh. Just chill out.
Yeah, because B-Rad G's about to get ill.
Yo, I ain't laughed that hard in a long, long time. For real.
Hey, yo, player. Your pops called, and you know what he said?
He ain't paying.
He just wants you to stay in the 'hood with the brothers.
You know, since you so down and all.
I guess we gonna have to smoke your punk ass.
What you think about that?
I don't care no more.
I got nothing to live for.
Go ahead, smoke me.
Dude.
You believe what they putting on-stage?
That's right. You getting played, homey. Straight out, dog.
-Excuse me? -I said you getting played, dog.
Little white boy up there hitting your lady. She digging it, loving what's going on.
You know what I was kind of thinking to myself? Maybe I'd go next.
-You want next? -Let a homeboy get some action, you know?
Hey, homes! What's up?
-Not here, Tec. -What you wanna do?
I wanna bag me a white boy, that's what I wanna do.
Hey, you okay?
You know, it's not as bad as it seems.
It's worse. Everybody's right. My rhymes is weak.
You just need a little work.
I should've run when you gave me the chance.
No, you were right. I respect you for getting up there. You got mad heart.
But you heard them laughing. I ain't nothing but a busta.
They just don't understand you.
None of them know how hardcore it is up in Malibu.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
With the traffic...
...and the sharks. Y'all got sharks.
And when the public be all up on your private beach?
Right. Right.
You just gotta stick with it and be yourself.
Don't let anybody tell you who you are.
You all right, B-Rad.
Shondra?
You know when I was saying earlier, in the car, about being a player and all?
I was just fooling.
I ain't never been with a real black girl before.
-For real? -Well, except on the lnternet.
You the finest girl I ever seen in my whole life.
And I was wondering...
...since they're gonna ice me in the morning...
...could l, like, kind of, maybe...
...hopefully...
...kiss you?
You so pretty.
Thank you.
Oh, you real pretty!
Damn, fool! I said kiss! I offered you a snack, not the whole kitchen!
My bad! My bad!
My bad.
Oh, hell, no! Hell, no! Get your ass up!
Get your big ass up! Move!
All right, that's it. This game is whack. I want my money and then y'all can get out.
Hey, Shondra, but we're not done yet.
And you ain't never gonna be done.
Did it ever occur to you clowns this might be the way he really is?
No.
Whatever. Look, I did what you asked. I want my money.
You fail to realize that putting together this operation has been quite expensive.
Bling bling!
Excuse me?
-I might not have all the money right now. -Are you playing me?
Y'all better get my money or I'm going in there and I'm gonna tell him what's up.
Hey, dog.
Down here, dog.
Stuart Little?
Negro, please. That little white rat ain't got nothing on me.
Yo, I'm Ronnie Rizzat, represizzent.
Hey, Ronnie.
-Why you down, dog? -I'm a failure.
No, it ain't like that, fool.
You need to stop listening to all them perpetrators and just be yourself.
-For real? -For rizzeal. Pound it.
Hold up.
You saying if I put my mind to it, I can be whatever I wanna be?
-Damn straight. -That if I follow my dreams...
-...I can achieve true happiness? -Word.
And if I work hard, I can be the biggest rapper there ever was?
Rapper? Hell, no. You stink.
Don't be hating.
I'd rather eat garbage than listen to your tired-ass rhymes.
Now look here, man. I'm up out of here. I gotta go see my lady.
She's a breeder rat at PetCo.
And please believe it. It's all gonna work out for the best.
Oh, shiznit!
He totally bought it. The carjack going into the kidnapping.
And we staged a beautiful liquor store robbery. You should have been there.
Unfortunately...
...he still seems to be posing...
...so we've taken it upon ourselves to plan a drive-by shooting next.
Mr. Gluckman will be very happy.
It's gonna take more money than we projected.
We were wondering if you could give us an advance--
No, no, no, no, no.
You'll get the rest of your money when Richie Cunningham walks through my door.
-Right. I do under-- -Good.
Mr. Gibbons? Hello?
Damn!
They been playing me all along!
I knew my rhymes was dope!
I knew the 'hood couldn't be this bad.
How could they do that?
How could she do that?
All right. The damn fools wanna play?
Then let's play!
What the hell?!
-What the hell are you doing? -Listen up!
B-Rad G's in the hizzy.
And things are gonna start changing around here for shizzy.
Do something!
You better shut your mouth, fool! Get back in that room before I beat your ass.
You feeling froggy? Then leap.
-Anybody else wanna step? -No.
-What the hell got into you? -Shut up, ho!
Ho?!
-Who you calling a ho, ho? -You, ho!
The same ho that gave up that weak-ass kiss five minutes ago in the bedroom.
-Really? -Shondra.
I told you she liked white boys.
-Who do you think you are? -I'm B-Rad G from ' Bu. Represent.
What y'all didn't realize is, I was trying to put my mobbing days behind me.
But rolling with y'all done re-awoke my inner killer.
So let's start dropping bodies!
-Don't stand there! Come on, girl, help us! -You created that monster. You deal with it!
-Hey, where you going, man? -I need to take a drive.
-Where you fixing to drive to? -I think today's a good day to die.
Why you talking crazy, man? Just be cool. Hey!
I might as well go out in a blaze of glory.
My daddy don't love me, my rhymes is played out...
-...I ain't down enough for y'all. -No, you're down. Isn't he down, PJ?
-Tree, ain't he down? -Yeah, he down as they come, fool!
-Oh, my God! -It's a jack!
Get out the car, white boy!
Oh, you that weak fuck from the club.
Get your behind out the car, man!
-Got something for me? -Hell, yeah.
-You ready to die? -Ain't that a "co-inky-dink."
I was just talking to my two homeys about that.
-Shut up and move. Move him! -All right.
But y'all should change up your style because this jackings is getting tired.
Hey, yo, Bloodbath, if there's one scratch on my ride, I'm gonna eat your children!
-Shotgun! -Yo, Deuce, shut him up.
Jesus.
8 Ball, what should we do with Bloodbath and his friend?
-Nothing. -I said shotgun.
Know what shotgun means?
Shotgun means I ride in the front. You better hope I don't piss in your trunk.
Shut up.
Allow me to clear this up for you, my dogs. My name isn't Bloodbath...
...it's Sean James, and I'm just an actor--
-ls Shondra hitting that white boy? -I don't think anyone's hitting anybody.
-She's just in on the scam we have going. -What you talking about, scams?
Hey, player, we were just hired to kidnap Bill Gluckman's son, man.
-That's all we was doing. -ls that that dude running for governor?
-You know him? -Hell, yeah.
-Down with the bitches and ho's. -I'm voting for him.
You think we ignorant because we live in the 'hood?
I didn't say that.
-Man, we would never say that, brother! -Silence!
Yo, we got Gluckman's son. Gotta be worth more alive than dead.
-What you think? -Gotta be.
Grab Fatback. I got Milk Dud.
-Let's roll. -I'm soft.
The polls say that since Brad has been out of the picture...
...we have gone up six points.
Yeah, but we're still dead in the urban demos.
-Gays too. -We can't win without them.
-Mr. Gibbons? -Yeah.
I have a Sean on the phone for you, sir.
Check it out, homes. Is that him or what?
Yeah, that's Tec from the l-9s, homes.
Call Cyco. Tell him to bring it all down. We're gonna have ourself a party tonight.
Mr. Gibbons, we have a real serious problem here.
-I told you no more money. -Yes, I realize you said that, but this is--
-We're in really big troub-- -Listen, fool.
Gluckman's boy's been kidnapped for real, along with your punk-ass friends.
Kidnapped?
If Mr. Governor wants to see his punk bitch baby boy alive again...
...I want 500 grand by tomorrow midnight.
How do I know this is real?
What, you think your actors is this good? Say something!
Please help us.
I am...
...so...
...scared!
Please help us.
-Well? -Okay. I'm convinced.
-Get my money. -Fine. I can arrange that, but--
You got 1 0 minutes.
-Now what? -We wait.
-What?! -They want 500 grand or they'll kill him.
-You've gotta be kidding me. -Oh, come on! Oh, no!
-Oh, my God. -We're going to jail.
Wait, slow down. Don't panic.
-lt was your idea! -That was idiotic!
Don't panic. Just let me think this through here.
You're as guilty as any of us.
Now, we may just have a very interesting opportunity here.
-Where are you going with this? -The negatives are obvious.
Yeah! Bill drops out of the race, emotional distress.
I can handle Bill. What are the positives?
Well, there are just so many.
-No more Brad problem. -Right.
Right, I like that!
With a dead son, sympathy could spike us in the female and gay demos.
Wait, I've got the image!
Bill weeping...
...over Brad's open casket.
After grieving, he goes on the offensive.
-His war on crime! -Drugs!
-Gangs! -It's what's hot!
-Oh, that's great! -It's just what we needed!
-Get over there, man. -Hold me!
-Who this? -No deal.
-Say what? -Bill Gluckman does not deal with criminals.
That's it. His punk ass is dead.
You do what you have to do. We'll do what we have to do.
There you go.
That was cold. Yo, take off the tape.
Goddamn, that hurts like a motherfick!
I'm gonna have to teach you all some manners!
Your daddy ain't paying.
-Tell me something I don't know. -What?
You heard me, you half-stepping, moist-ass bitch!
-Excuse me? -You gonna do it like that?
-All right, then. Bring it. -It's been brought.
Okay, then. That gat's real, right?
So then do it. Put crackerjack out his misery. Come on, y'all.
-I'll do it myself. Pull the trigger! -Get him!
This fool is crazy! I cannot deal with this shit.
Oh, damn!
-Nice. Yeah, this is good. -Get your ass down, fool!
Y'all take this seriously!
-I love you, Sean. -I love you too.
Lay down some cover, fool!
We can't! They too strapped!
"We can't! they too strapped!"
-What we gonna do? -"What we gonna do? "
Punks. Give me them gats. Y'all are serious crazy.
Y'all wanna play? Then let's play.
Y'all know who you dealing with?
I'm Malibu's most wanted, y'all!
King Kong ain't got nothing on me!
Damn. These special effects is the bomb.
-Let's go! -Let's dip!
Let's go!
It's safe now, y'all.
Hey, yo, that was ill.
And y'all punk asses ain't do nothing. All that buffness for no reason.
That's him.
Get over here.
-Where you learn that from? -Grand Theft Auto 3.
-Word? Can I borrow that? -You got a PlayStation 2?
-No, I got GameCast. -GameCast?
There's GameCube and Dreamcast. Which you got?
I said I got GameCast, man. Damn! I can't afford it!
My bad. I'm just trying to help you out.
I'm gonna holler at you.
-My wigga. -Hey, what up, my nizzle?
What's up, baby? How you doing, man? I got something for you.
That's yours, B.
-Oh, for real? -Yeah.
Yo, you shouldn't have.
Serious moment. Bring it in, y'all.
Welcome to the Nines, baby. Only way out now is in a box.
-ln a box? -ln a box.
Oh, in a box. Right.
Good evening, I'm Hal Fishman.
We open tonight with a Channel 5 News exclusive.
A security camera captured incredible footage...
...of gang violence tonight as it flared on the streets of South Central.
This hardcore gangster, believed to be the notorious White Kong...
...ringleader of a South Central street gang...
...fired his weapons with wanton disregard for human life or personal property.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of this man...
...call our KTLA hotline at 800- 1-SNITCH.
Oh, my God!
Yo, that is some hardcore shnizit.
Damn, Moch, what are we gonna do?
We're gonna bounce back to our respective cribs...
...jack our mom and dad's biggest gats, jet down to South Central and save his ass.
-Word. -Word.
Hey, Bradley's been involved in a gang shooting.
-What? -No, it couldn't be. No.
His face is all over the news. I think I'd know my own son.
All right, well, I'm sure there's a logical explanation.
Get some sleep and let me take care of it.
Sleep? He's shooting the hell out of South Central. Let's go get him.
No! Bill, you have a debate tomorrow in Sacramento.
The hell with the debate.
Cancel that and you can kiss this campaign goodbye.
Shove the debate up your ass. I'm not gonna lose my son over this.
Listen, I understand you're upset...
...but for once in your life will you think outside the box? For once?
This whole thing, this whole Brad thing with the gangs...
...we can spin it. Make it into a positive.
-Positive? -lf he's arrested or injured...
...we can spin it so you're the victim.
-"Crime reaches everyone" kind of thing. -Are you trying to get votes out of this?
I'm trying to win and you don't seem to care!
-I'm his father! -Since when?
Since right now.
And you're fired.
We need to brainstorm on how I get my job back.
Hello, this is OnStar.
I'm looking for a location of the license number D-SHlzNlT.
That vehicle is at the corner of McKinley and 82nd Street, sir.
What are you supposed to be? Robo-bitch?
All right, Monster, what are you packing?
-This. -What is that?
My pop's spear gat, from the yacht.
What is he hunting, Flipper?
Think you so bad.
-What you got? -Never mind.
-Come on, let's see it. -All right, chill. Chill.
-ls that a freaking musket? -Yeah, it's a freaking musket.
Shut up! Shut up, you damn posers!
-Hadji, how about you? -I couldn't get much, yo. Just this.
Oh, my God.
-Dang! Where'd you get all that? -Christmas present from Uncle Ahmet.
Mercedes-Benz, may I help you?
Hell, yes, chickenhead! I need a location on license plate D-SHlzNlT.
That car is on the corner of McKinley and 82nd Street.
-Where's he going? -Are they making a sandwich?
He's the mayonnaise between the wheat bread.
Go, Brad! Get some black ass!
Get some black ass.
-Where's B-Rad at? -I haven't seen a thing. I haven't seen him.
-Shondra? A little help, please? -Sit your monkey ass down. Don't move.
What you know about this? What you know about that?
-You want some of this crotch? -Yeah, he does.
Get it, girl.
You know what? You know, I just tested positive...
...for G-A-M-E.
-All right, gangsta. -Come on, girl. Let's do this.
-Okay. -We gonna show you something.
-Wait till you see what we're gonna do. -I ain't mad at nothing.
-I wanna learn. -You wanna learn?
I like that. I'm ready for the chocolate love.
-Shondra? -Yeah, it's Shondra...
...but I guess I wasn't good enough for you.
-What? -You had to get two more.
-No, she didn't. -Yes, she did.
This no-good, deadbeat, weak-ass white boy won't take care of little Malik.
-Malik? -Or Taquayzsha.
-Taquayzsha? -Or Nahojay.
-Naho-who? -Oh, no, now that's trifling.
-Let's get out of here. -Thank you, girl.
No problem, ladies. Okay, bye-bye.
Damn. Why you throwing salt on my G-A-M-E?
I am saving your lily-white ass. Now come on.
I ain't going nowhere. I'm a l-9 now.
Peep my tat.
-Listen, fool-- -No, you listen. I know what you done.
How this whole thing is fake. The stickup, the kidnap, the whole nizzy.
-Damn. -No, you damn. Why you play me?
-For the money. -Money? What you need money for?
Look, fool, this may sound stupid to you, but not everybody has money.
And for the people who don't, money is important.
You're probably still flipping me and whatnot.
Damn it, B-Rad, this is real. Tec and his crew are real.
Oh, really?
Well, then if Tec is real, then this gat must be real.
And if this gat is real, then the bullets in it have got to be real.
And seeing how my foot is real, this would really hurt.
See that? I just shot my foot.
And it's real!
Oh, my God, this whole thing is real! I just shot my foot.
I just shot my foot.
Sit. Stop hopping around, fool. Goodness.
-Oh, God. Oh, Shondra, I'm dying! -This cap barely grazed you.
-I can't live! -Lucky you such a weak-ass shot.
-Then it's real. This whole thing is real! -Stop moving.
-Hey, who doing all that popping up-- -Oh, God.
Hey, what the hell? Hey, what up, cuz?
Hey, Tec! My road dog, yeah. Just the man I want to see.
-You know Shondra. -What's going on, Shondra?
-Tec, I swear, it is not what it looks like. -Don't lie to me.
That was my line and it always was what it looked like.
-What's going on with your boyfriend? -I'd love to kick it with you...
...and run this thizzang, but I got business back in Bu...
...something with Dre-Dre. So if you don't mind--
I do mind!
Wait, Tec, let me explain. Because I don't belong here.
What, you done forgot already, fool? I done told you.
There's only one way out of the l-9s. And your E-ticket's in this here chamber.
There it is. Did you see how committed he was?
That's the rage I was talking about.
Tec, please don't be hating.
I won't let you do it, Tec.
Fine. Then I'll just do the both of you, then.
Damn, fool! You just hit my house!
-Brad? -Pops?
It's Mr. Gluckman.
Brad, you okay?
Not really. And unless you seriously strapped...
...you about to not really be okay too.
-Hi. Bill Gluckman, running for governor. -We know who you are, fool.
This dude thinks we ignorant just because we live down here.
-You better recognize. -Well, I recognize.
You know, I recognize that street violence is tearing Californians apart.
And, fellas, California is my family.
Oh, and here's a thought.
Instead of thinking of ourselves as what set we're from, what crew you're rolling with...
...why can't we just be brothers? What do you say?
I guess I never thought of it like that before.
-You see that? -Please.
What do we say, brothers?
Get your ass out of here.
Don't anybody know where the goddamn driveway is?!
Hadji?
Y'all better step, or I'm gonna have to waste y'all.
-Yeah, drop your gats! -No, drop your gats!
Hold up, y'all! Before anybody ices anybody, I got something to say.
You really weren't gonna pay my ransom?
Oh, I didn't know anything about that. You gotta believe me.
-That was not part of the plan. -What was the plan?
Send me down here to scare me white?
I know, it was stupid. I tried everything, I didn't know how to deal with you.
That's because you don't know me...
...and you never cared to find out.
Listen, I made a lot of mistakes. I know that. I'm not proud of myself.
I wasn't there for you.
I can't change that, but I always loved you.
And I still do. And if you say that this is who you really are, I believe you.
And I accept you. And from here on in...
...I promise to be a real father to you.
-Talk is cheap. Prove it. -Well, I'm here, ain't l?
All right, Pops. We cool.
Much love.
I wish I could talk to my pops like that.
No doubt.
I'm gonna call that nigga right now.
Would you get your emotional gangsta ass together?
We got business to handle. Let's smoke these fools!
Tec, before we all smoke each other, can I say one little more thing?
-What you got to say this time? -Kick it freestyle, Moch.
Stop.
Stop. Stop it!
You say one more line and I'm gonna have to smoke myself!
All right.
But all these gats got to go.
I'm serious, Tec.
Ain't no more gats.
B-Rad's right. All this hating is whack.
Run!
No, listen to me. You really not listening to me.
If this ain't rebuilt by the time Moms get back...
...it's on you. You gonna get the punishment.
You gonna laugh at me. You gonna play me?! You know who you playing?
I have two witnesses who were at the scene of the explosion.
-Can you tell us what happened? -Oh, yeah, it was crazy, yo.
All these crazy fools came over strapped with they 9s.
I was just, like, telling the brothers, " Let's talk about this.
Let's talk this out. Can't we all just get along?
Let's find our common ground." I was trying to keep the peace.
Really, the explosion was just a metaphor.
A metaphor for anger within our hearts.
-Because the white man-- -Okay, thank you, Bloodbath and Tree.
All this mayhem is rumored to have been caused...
...by the mysterious White Kong, who is still at large.
This is Soon-Yee Baxter Hernandez reporting from South Central.
-Sorry, sir. -Damn.
Are you all right?
You mean, besides the fact that I just been harpooned?
Yeah. No.
-I'm confused. -About what?
I don't know what was real and what wasn't.
Well, I definitely could use a little bit more of that reality.
What's up? I thought the kitchen was open for business.
It is open, but you don't put your hands in a sista's hair. Damn, fool.
My bad.
Here you go, boo.
All right, here we go.
Shondra's Salon is now officially open for business.
-The chickens be out the coop. -Enjoy, ladies.
Damn. She got in a fight with a hair dryer. And the hair dryer won.
Hold up, girl.
I just wanna thank you.
You the only person that accepted me for who I really am.
I appreciate that.
You also kidnapped me, carjacked me and tried to scare me white.
I'm gonna let that one go.
-Come here, boo. -Come on.
-My own little White Kong. -That's right, White Kong.
It's official: Bill Gluckman is California 's next governor.
Let's go live to the big celebration.
Here he is, right here, y'all. The man of the hour! Bill Gluckman, y'all!
Go Gluck yourself!
Great. We're gonna take it to a whole new level.
He became Black Superhero.
Hello.
What the f* * k was that?
Yeah, you got something to represent? You got something for your--
Yeah, you got something to prove to yourself?
Come on, Taye. Don't laugh, motherf* * * *r!
-Ain't he down? -Yeah, Bloodbath. You down, fool.
-You down, down fool. -Oh, my God.
-You that weak f* *k from the club!
-You think I'm playing with you? -Yeah, you playing.
Open the door!
Hey, yo, dog, you know I'd love to stick it with you....
Hey, yo, dog, I'd love to kick it with you....
You think I'm cute? Look at me, man.
-Look at me, black. -Bitch ass--
Hey, yo, dog, I'd love to kick it with you....
Hey, yo, dog, I'd love to kick it with you and....
I'd love to kick it with you and run this whole thizzang...
...but I got a little business.
Hey!
Cut.
What the f* *k is that?
Come on. Yo, you got something to prove to yourself?
-Yo-- -Say it, don't spray it, m* * * * * * * * * *r.
Get your ass in there.
Okay.
-Bitch! -Again!
-Bitch! -Again.
Bitch! Give me it.
Yo, y'all, this fine diamond's hooking me up with Dr. Dre, Master P...
...P. Diddy, Jay-z, Big Boy hisself!
Mali-bootay?
Pull.
That's what I call blowing up for your ass.
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