'Cleaning the Hood' Transcript

(Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house) Big Smoke: Hey, you got to keep it real, man Sweet: Man, nobody gives a shit about the hood Big Smoke: I do Sweet: All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack's ever made a gang tight Big Smoke: I don't know, man (CJ enters) CJ: What's up, y'all Sweet: What's up, CJ Ryder: What's cracking Sweet: Man, all they care about is smoking and money Big Smoke: You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet Sweet: Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men Big Smoke: Yeah, but they're down with us, man Sweet: All they down with is money. CJ, go down there and show these fools you mean business. These chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies'. Go put pressure on them. Just do it CJ: We've been putting time in the hood but we've got to get the homies' back together like the old days Sweet: Yeah, you're right. So you and Ryder go handle your business. Man, they'd slang to their own momma. They don't care about nothing Big Smoke: You're naïve, my friend. We've got to keep our focus (Walking out) CJ: We need some back up. You seen B Dup Ryder: Nah, but him and the home boy Bear'd be good to have on our side CJ: Oh. Big Bear. Yeah, them base slangers' going to be sorry now (Mission) Ryder: Hey, slow down, fool. You don't even know which door it is CJ: Whatever, man. This it Ryder: Yeah, this is it right here (Knocking) CJ: Open up. You sure he still live here Ryder: Fool, I told you this it CJ: Open up B Dup: (Behind door) Who the fuck is it (Open's door) CJ. What the fuck you want. Get the fuck out of here CJ: Wait, hold up, man. What happened to for life, nigger B Dup: The only thing that matters is the hood, homie, but you'll never understand what getting this money is like. You know what, man. Get the fuck out of here before you be laying on your back. Big Bear, come check this fool CJ: Hey, Bear. Big Bear, that's you. Hey, you still from the hood, homie, or what B Dup: Nah, the only thing Bear gives a fuck about is smoking and keeping my house clean. Ain't that right, Big Bear Big Bear: Hell yeah B Dup: Hell yeah, what Big Bear: Hell, yeah, sir B Dup: Now go make that motherfucking toilet sparkle CJ: Oh no, man. Bear. Come on Big Bear: Everyone likes to party sometimes, CJ. I'll see you around B Dup: Stay the fuck from around here, punk CJ: Hey, nigger, fuck you (Walking out) Ryder: Damn, this shit's fucked up CJ: I see what you mean now, man. If crack can do that to Big Bear. Turn him into a base slave. The average motherfucker ain't got a chance Ryder: Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city piss me off CJ: Looks like it's up to us then (Mission) Ryder] Hey, check it out. Somebody's selling to one of the homie's. Hey, I know this cat. He's a punk. Used to run with a Front Yard Balla OG from Idlewood. I know his place. It's just across the tracks there. Let's check it out CJ: Eh, ain't that Front Yard turf [Ryder: Man, are you a buster CJ: No, I'm down, homie Ryder: Man, you can smell a crack than a mile away. Good afternoon Balla dope pushers. Grove Street OG's come to do damage Balla: Fuck them Grove Street fools (Grove Street) Ryder: Now that the base ain't getting pushed up in their faces. Maybe these fools should be up for some real banging CJ: Yeah, Grove's going to get back on its feet now for sure, though Ryder: Later, homie