craig! craig! off yo' ass and on yo' feet; this ain't the time to beat your meat!
hurry up; today is fri-day! and we gotta hit the high-way!
craig! let's go! i don't wanna hit that traffic.
well bring yo' ass on.
i fell in some mud. now hurry up!
that nigga worst than them damn pit bulldogs or something! that's why moving wit'cha uncle elroy and cousin day-day is the best thing for you right now.
it ain't about being a punk, son. it's about this.
must be your upper lip, 'cause i don't smell nothing.
what it smell like?
i gotta get'em fixed. they don't roll down.
just hold your breath.
nice neighborhood, huh?
18-years of chasing dogs; and my lazy ass brother hits the lotto his first time playing. i still can't figure that one out.
ah, son, don't be no hater. you know your uncle ain't got no taste. just don't let him rub off on you.
no, i'mma go on to work. i don't wanna hear elroy's mouth. now listen to me, craig. it's gonna be different living over here. don't let your uncle and your cousin get you into no shit. understand?
hey, day-day. where's yo' big head father?
make sure you look after my son out here. don't get him involved with none of your bullshit, roy.
craig, remember what i told you.
oh my god!
just hold on, craig. i'm on my way.
damn.
say, man, what the hell you doing in there? open the door.
hey, you that boy?
i got your message. where's craig?
you didn't call the sandwich joint with a urgent message?
somebody left me a message. well where's craig and day-day?
hold up, elroy, that's my boy. craig, what the hell wrong with you? where you been?
i saw it.
you come way out here to get into more trouble. you could've stayed at home.
don't get it twisted, elroy. i ain't lost none of my street skills.
two bullets? yo' ass ain't changed. back in the day, all i had was a stick.
i got my mase.
need to lose some weight.
nigga, you got knock the fuck out.
the skills are still intact. now tie his ass up, elroy.
what's the matter?
go to the body, craig! go to the body!
that boy just don't never learn.
what the hell is he carrying?
jump up and down on him.
good lord.
smokin' what?
well, we better hit the road, too. craig, get your stuff.