CB4 (1993) Edit

A fine house and can afford to pay for your own meals,

A job's a job, a cheque's a cheque.

A sticker here, a sticker there and now we wear the sticker like a badge.

A thousand apologies. I am so sorry.

About four years ago...

Again, MC, I wanna thank you for letting me hang with you today.

Albert, are you in there?

Albert, I don't like this scene.

Albie, I don't understand this gangster rap attitude

All I wanted to do was make music and hang out with women.

All right, dude!

All right, get out there and give 'em a hell of a show.

All that shit, you know. Cut it down my size or somethin', you know.

And disrespectin' his African American employees.

And if you're ready for something really special,

And if you're ready for something really special,

And just remember, CB4!

And most certainly not a ho. Comprende?

And neither would anyone with respect for the English language.

And Otis, you used to be the coolest virgin in the world.

And over here, I got my favourite Nubian man, MC Gusto.

And party like you just don't care!

And the white man is pork.

And then only when in heat.

And under no circumstances, are you to perform Sweat...

And we're gonna get back on stage.

And we're one spot behind Wackee Dee. Takin' out all that rap.

And you pretend to be a crook.

And your woman? She's real fine, you know.

Another one goes gold.

Answer me this.

Appearing live! It's Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew!

Are you sure you wanna be Gusto? Why not something like Ice Pick, Ice Coffee?

As a way of solving a civil dispute? OK, final question.

As you've probably gathered, this is notjust a movie about rap music.

Ask Michael J Fox what he's doin' for the yuppies?

Ass kickin' motherfucker!

At other concerts where they have rat heads, cat heads being bit off,

Bad for the image, bad for sales.

Because I wasn't a star.

Because now I'm gonna get paid off from them. You know how?

Ben! Ben!

Ben! It's just my kid. Go ahead.

Best balls I ever had. You got King Kong balls.

Big dick.

Billings, I've got all this paper in front of me.

Bitch, what could be more comfortable than what you already got on?

Bitch!

Bitches.

Blowing up balloons or children's animals.

Boy, I'm three generations deep in gangsterdom.

Brother, I'd like it to be known that I am reinvesting in the black community.

Brother, you seem easily upset.

Brothers, my name is Baa Baa Ack.

Brothers...

But between these pages lies the key to the salvation of the race.

But I gotta tell you, if I get something better to do, I'm steppin'.

But I met 'em. Gusto stepped to me. He said, Yo, Ice. You down with CB4.

But if all you get out of it is a fuck, then you's a ho.

But in prison I'm known as 9 7 dash K Y

But it was definitely time to get paid.

But let me ask you one thing.

But now that you got a little pussy, your mixing has fallen the fuck off.

But out of a small town called Locash.

But serious, I'm just gonna be plain old Albert.

But soon as somebody had a cheque for him, Hey, Weezie, fix him up a plate.

But what I need here is your input.

But you get yourself a fabulous motor vehicle,

But you, brothers, have created something so nasty,

By the time Gusto gets out ofjail, we'll be so large,

By the way, I almost forgot to tell you.

By wearing a baseball cap backwards,

CB is here! CB4! Where ya at?

CB4 for those who know, from their album Straight Outta Locash.

CB4 in the motherfuckin' house. Yeah.

CB4 is one of the hottest hip hop groups to hit the scene in a long time.

CB4, where ya at?

CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! You know what I'm sayin'?

CB4.

Cell Black 4? Excuse me, Cell Block 4

Cell Block 4 is not afraid to go to jail. Cell Block 4 is from jail!

Cell Block 4.

Cell Block 4's DJ, Stab Master Arson, says, Bang, I got my own thing.

Charts, graphs, the works.

Check it out. Got my Jimmy hat.

Check this out. I'm here to kiss your ass. Show me where to pucker up.

Chill. You'll understand everything in a minute.

Cindy's fine but she's not the one. Teri's the one.

Come on in, Albert. We're just finishing dinner.

Come on, brother! How come this black power shit costs so much money?

Come on, dance with me, baby.

Come on, get out the car.

Come on, look.

Come on, no accordion. Stop, stop!

Come to big daddy.

Comin' through.

Cool! I drive something sorta like that. It's a big ol' Country Squire.

Corny ass motherfucker.

Correction. I wanna suck her like a smoked neck bone.

Cos from now on I'll be known as MC Gusto.

Cos I'm gonna let you in on something.

Cos you got Weird Warren workin' wax.

Cousin, this ain't no time to argue.

Cut! OK. Great. Let's set up the next scene.

Dad! Daddy! Hello! This is CB4.

Damn, bitch! You!

Damn, bitch.

Damn!

Damn.

Didn't even say excuse me,

Do I make myself clear?

Do that shit, do that shit, do it!

Do you actually think a brother who was rollin' and controllin' Cell Block 4

Do you glorify violence or advocate the use of guns

Doin' the wrong thing can get you.

Don't be so selfish, man. You wanna step off, step the fuck off!

Don't be touchin' me, man, OK?

Don't look like the ghetto to me, boss.

Don't the bitch know that we're the motherfuckin' stars?

Don't waste electricity on that rap mess.

Don't worry.

Even our own don't realize rap is even blacker than themselves.

Every time it gets a little smudge.

Every week we go to Gusto's and check out open mic nights.

Everybody can take a break.

Evidence! Get over here.

Excuse me, Gusto. If Wackee Dee plays here, could we be the opening act?

Excuse me. Could you tell me where I might find Euripides Smalls?

Featuring deodorant because the black man has a different kind of funk!

Fellas, come here! Let me talk to you.

Fellas, guys, I'm sorry.

First of all, motherfucker need to cut that long shit he got drippin'.

Freeze!

Freeze! Get down! Freeze!

Fuck you, man.

Fuck you! Kiss my ass, motherfucker. Kiss my fuckin' ass.

Get back! Get back!

Get large, and maybe I'll let you take a picture with me too.

Get off!

Get out!

Get outta here. We got stuff to do.

Get over there, man, get over there. Get on the ground, move.

Get the fuck off me, man! Get the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off me.

Get up on 'em, man.

Give it to me! Albert!

Give me a call tomorrow. We can talk about it.

Give your grandma a big kiss!

Goddamn!

Good.

Gusto and his whole crew weren't real gangster rappers.

Gusto broke out ofjail, but that ain't no reason for you to be buggin.

Gusto, I just wanna say thanks a lot for letting us perform here.

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

Gusto?

Gusto. Is that it?

Gusto's is the only place in Locash that showcases rap. We need to get back in.

Guys, what I need, what my documentary is missing

Has polluted the airwaves of this nation for too long.

He has vowed to dismember everybody in the group.

He is an ass kissin' motherfucker. It's cool.

He thought success was livin' in a white man's buildin'

He's putting in a new jam for us to listen to and...

Here we go again. Weird Warren's Video V V V V Video Countdown.

Hey, baby!

Hey, bitch, look in your rear view mirror, motherfucker.

Hey, hey, wait. Who is this?

Hey, it don't have to be about all that. It's your speaking voice.

Hey, look, we need to go outside and talk. All right?

Hey, there's a party inside.

Hey, there's nothin' to worry about. Trust me.

Hey, Trustus.

Hey! Who knows the Heimlich manoeuvre?

Hey. Welcome to Weird Warren's V V V... Video Countdown.

Hi, Albert.

Hi, Mr 40 Dog.

Hi. I'm Sissy.

Holdin' yourjohnson like it's the only one God created? You ain't tough.

Homeboys, homegirls, ain't no need to be lax

How come a rock group can bite the head off a pigeon, nothin' happen?

How did that make you feel?

I ain't goin' down there.

I also like when I help my sisters around the house.

I am a journalist. I take no shorts and I do my research.

I am opening a chain of beeper supply stores

I called this private meetin' and look what happened!

I can do a nice puffy feature that reports exactly what you tell me,

I carry the message to the black man with me wherever I go.

I could've died today. It'd have gone down as a simple ass drive by.

I decided to see what Sissy was all about.

I definitely don't like what's happening to you.

I didn't do it.

I didn't know you do rap records, Gusto! That's bad, man.

I didn't wanna trip, you know, cos his people was there. His pops was there.

I didn't wanna trip. I just played the background and kicked it.

I don't know why you want me to knock you out, but so be it!

I done heard your name on the lips of many rappers.

I got a place and you live with your mother.

I got it.

I got my message right here, black man.

I gots to get up in that.

I gotta be, with all those sisters.

I had a brother up at Folsom. He was smoked by The Black Guerrilla Family.

I had a lid on this game. I had this sewed up, man.

I have to admit this is a wonderful place.

I heard you just broke out of the joint. I didn't even know you was in there.

I hurt small guys like that. Small men drown in my shit.

I just love hearin' about anything...

I knew I should've came earlier. How are you?

I know you guys are pressed for time with the big show, yippee, coming up.

I know you were hooked into the prison seeing that you're from Cell Block 4.

I like the music. I like the fly ass girlies.

I like this music. I like what it's about. I like the way it sounds.

I like this. Who is it?

I like to photograph my friends in a position to please.

I love the pussy people.

I love you.

I mean, with a professional photographer.

I might have something.

I must be brainwashed then. You mean to tell me

I remember all those groups.

I say had because through rap music,

I shouldn't have let Gusto scare me like that.

I still gotta deal with Gusto.

I sure hope you ready for this, baby.

I think it's time we got back together.

I think It's unfair that Cell Block 4 is being picked on...

I turned into a monster. I'd lost my friends.

I vote yes.

I wanna suck this like a neck bone.

I want my CB4, you hear me?

I want my money. Funeral or no, I want my money!

I want to know how you guys think, what you feel.

I wanted you to have something to celebrate.

I was blessed, man.

I was just wonderin' if Gusto were around.

I was just wonderin' if Gusto were around.

I was naked with the first black woman I've ever made love to.

I was reading Right On. Your birthday's comin' up.

I was wondering, what's your favourite dessert?

I work to get us into a nice house like this,

I would appreciate you givin' brother Baa Baa Ack the respect due him.

I would never try to hurt you, D. I love you.

I wouldn't know about that. It was just overnight.

I, Virgil Robinson, am here to inform you that:

I'd like to fuck her froggy style.

I'll assume the position, I assume we're gettin' ready to fuck.

I'll beat your ass in front of your woman. No rap in my house.

I'll turn it down for ya. Come on now.

I'm a businessman, and this is a business.

I'm callin' this private, emergency meeting.

I'm gettin' us outta here. Be quiet!

I'm goin' down to South America. I'm takin' a search party.

I'm gonna drive by and whip your ass if you don't turn that music down.

I'm gonna find Kurtis Blow. I know you're out there. I'm comin' to get ya!

I'm gonna get some pussy. I'm gonna get some pussy.

I'm gonna let him hang out with me today, all right?

I'm investing in my spirituality. You need to do the same.

I'm lovin' this. Why don't we go to the phone lines,

I'm MC Gusto.

I'm outta here, man.

I'm scared. It's over. It's over!

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry.

I'm usin' the word ****a like it's my last name.

I've had it with how sloppy you two have become.

If I had to choose one, I'm Gusto all the way.

If I have to give you mouth to mouth and revive your black ass, I want my money!

If you ask me, George Jefferson was a sell out.

If you can't see that, they've got you brainwashed, brother.

If you can't trust me, you can't Trustus.

If you get it together, give me a call.

If you get with the programme, you can get on the boat.

If you know what I'm sayin'.

If you spell white man backwards what does it spell? Pork!

If you're in Sacramento, they roll into your town next week.

In Jones We Trust Productions.

In Locash that will employ only our disenfranchised black youth.

In my role as head of the Sacramento City Council's Board of Decency,

In our day, they sang. That rap ain't nothin' but talkin'.

In protest of our arrest by the powers that be,

In their very own households between themselves and their kids. Uh oh!

Is the conjugal room still green?

It goes something like this! Jump!

It is named for a city in Mexico where it became popular.

It is uplifting to know that a sister such as yourself

It was all right. First we were the Mad Bohemians.

It was just an overnight thing.

It was my dad's car. It's sorta like it.

It won't never last! Remember black and white TV? Gone!

It would be like sendin' 'em home! Sissy? Baby, where are ya?

It's about much more.

It's about this great nation of ours,

It's about three ghetto kids' rise from the mean streets to the sales sheets.

It's cool with me, Al.

It's crazy, crazy shit!

It's fine and dandy to go out with these guys and to drive around in their car,

It's gonna be fun. Look at that Jeep!

It's got an engine that defines dope.

It's ice cream. Did you know a black man invented ice cream?

It's lovely. All right, till tomorrow.

It's me, Dead Mike, you knowl Nubian manl

It's our castle in a world of demons and dragons.

It's so... familiar.

It's those gold teeth that... Something, I don' know.

It's very rough.

It's you who better take a look in the mirror, Mr MC Gusto.

Jeez, we got all shot up.

Jokes. Enough with this foreplay.

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Just because I had the cash doesn't mean I killed his ass.

Just because the blood was in my hand

Kind of fill you with high anxiety?

Kissin' him, huggin' him, whatever.

Knock 'em dead.

L M N O P dash 14 to the third power.

Leave my sisters alone.

Let me tell you somethin'. They don't fit, you know?

Let's go. Bring him out here.

Line up over there. This is a stickup.

Look at this punk! He's walkin' like me. He's tryin' to be me!

Look, Daliha, that whole cousin thing, I was wrong.

Look, I'm sorry about everything that happened.

Look, man, there's only one Gusto and he ain't no rapper!

Look, you guys can rap, but you got nothin' I can sell.

Looky here, man. I plan on givin' a big party in this place tomorrow.

Ma! Ma!

Man, I thought you'd be in Africa by now.

Man, I'm tired of these black questions, man.

Man, look at this funky asshole.

Man, those were the days.

Man, what's he doin' here?

Man, you crazy with that I don't eat pork shit.

Maybe.

MC Gusto spotted in a record store, armed robbery? What?

MC Gusto, my African American women readers

Me and you will do DMC together, is that all right with you?

Mister, yo! Put your clothes back on! CB4 is in the house!

Mmm, you oughta know.

Must be one of my bitches. Hello.

My hands and knees? You're gonna make things difficult, huh?

My main man, Dead Mike, solo tip in his most personal recording yet.

My mother won't even speak to me.

My proud black warrior, the book costs $14.95 plus sales tax.

My son Ben and I had bonded together in our home.

Nah.

****a, please! Baa Baa Black Sheep is about as fake as a bitch's hair weave.

****a, please! We're gonna be so large, make so much money, get so many girlies.

****a? You already becomin' a gangster!

No, cousin, I can't let you go out like that. I'm not havin' it.

No, no! How the hell a black man gonna invent ice cream in hot ass Africa?

No, no. We are not bugging.

No, please, call me Eve.

No, you don't understand. The cool thing about George Jefferson

None of this is real, so we got to stay grounded in reality.

Not a goddamn thing.

Not enough man meat on him for me.

Nothing's goin'right, nothin'.

Now get down on your hands and knees.

Now you're layin' dead. But we ain't settled this yet, right?

Now you've got me completely scrambled up here. I thought you were Gusto.

Now, fellas, this is kind of the condensed rough cut, OK?

Now, I may be in here for malicious acts,

Now, let's bust Straight Outta Locash with CB4

Now, listen to this.

Now, listen, motherfucker. I'm runnin' shit.

Now, man. C'mon.

Now, we were already a rap group, but we had no direction.

Now, what? Rap is synonymous with black.

Now, which would you prefer, Albert?

NWA, Ice Cube,

Of course you're gonna winl

Of course, CD stacks and video tracks.

Oh, yeah, baby. I'm real ready.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah?

OK, fine. But keep it tight. I do the narrations.

OK, I'll get down on my hands and knees. I'll play your little game.

OK, sorry. Come on, Herb, grab your stuff.

OK, that sounds like fun too.

OK.

On Locash Boulevard in an hour?

On their make up, mascara, pancake...

On Weird Warren's V V V V... Video Countdown.

One ****a wants to be Malcolm X, the other wants to be Richie Cunningham.

Ooh, a hustler.

Ooh, yeah! Here it comes.

Or else, it's goin' to everybody, MTV,

Or I can delve so deeply into your background

Otis, throw his ass out!

Otis, what about Sissy? Think about Sissy.

Otis, you are the man of the house.

Peace! I hate this job. This ain't no job for no black man!

Personally, I'll eat a pig's ass if they cook it right.

Pimp 'em like the bitches that they are.

Pimp them motherfuckin' hos.

Pop, I'm tired of this MC Gusto thing.

Princess is no joke!

Probably just wanna kiss your ass!

Public Enemy Service Announcement.

Punk!

Punk! All these record company punks is a bunch of bitches.

Remember eight tracks? Gone! Betamax? Gone.

Remember where it comes from, who gets that kind of cash in Locash.

Representatives of a demon culture that must be stopped at all costs!

Right now we got a very serious problem.

Rip is sick.

Run your black ass back to the projects and get your government cheque.

S S S S...

Say CB4! Say CB4! Yo, yo!

Sayonara, it's all that!

See! See how those demons have poisoned my seed!

She just a groupie with a pen.

She's messin' with our program.

Shit!

Shit. I'd be a money takin' from a pig.

Shit. More for me then.

Shit's fucked up.

Shut the fuck up and start this shit! My woman's waitin' for me.

Shut up, girl. You just think you so smart cos you can read.

Shut up, man.

Shut up!

Silly ass bitch. She only go out with rappers, entertainers, shit like that.

Since the mysterious death of my wife,

Sissy, I want you to get in as many pictures as possible with MC Gusto,

Sister, my sister.

Slip into something a little more comfortable?

Slip into something more comfortable?

So I want you to sign with us and you want to sign with us.

So vile, that the iller you get, the better off we are.

So you're finally ready for the big dick, huh?

So, you call yourself a man?

Son, that's the best thing you've said in a long time.

Son, what's on your mind?

Spittin' in a cup and passing it around, gettin' it back and drinkin' it...

Stab Master, CB4.

Stay on the goddamn ground! You, get out there, man!

Still takes pride in her race.

Stop right here!

Stop! Come on. Stop hittin' me, man.

Talk to some brothers, let them get to know you straight up in person?

Tawana, Tamika, Talona and Tee Tee?

Thanks, brother. I'll do that, man.

That ain't him. Stop bein' ignorant.

That bitch wouldn't give me the time of day because I wasn't an entertainer,

That can't hold Gusto. That can't hold Gusto!

That Cell Block 4 actually did spend the night in jail.

That dumbhead editor! He cut in the wrong take.

That girl is too wholesome.

That must hurt. Give that back! That's mine! I'm shooting...

That was a brand new single from Cell Block 4,

That was great!

That's a great concept, guys. I'm liking that. Next call.

That's a real role model to me.

That's cold blooded. They gots to pay. They got to pay!

That's enough for five birds. Let's see 'em.

That's fine. Maybe in the future, we can tap that resource.

That's how I like it.

That's it! Cell Block 4 is through.

That's it. Assume the position, baby.

That's not it. Here, let me try.

That's the difference between you and me.

That's what I thought. How come you're not workin'?

The chickens have come home to roost.

The fellows are putting the final touches

The first time I heard Sweat Of My Balls,

The home is the most important institution in American life.

The one and only.

The only problem was, so did Dead Mike.

The police department, Connie Chung.

The revolution must be marketed.

The smallest dog in the world is the Chihuahua.

The word 'bitch' may only be used when describing female dogs,

Their record of incitement, lewdness, poor grammar

Then we did a thing called The Bag Heads.

Then we did a thing called The Overweight Lovers.

Then we take stories from Gusto's life.

Then you are a businesswoman.

There are some real kids out there who are gonna kick your narrow ass!

There you are.

There's only one word for that kind of thing in my book. Wild.

These motherfuckers is real, G. They show me their guns, G.

They come not out of Compton, not out of Oaktown,

They could've wiped his ass. They didn't have to leave him like that!

They fear rap is the beginning of cultural overthrow

They ghost. [dial tone]

They gonna be CB0.

They sold more records than Elvis Presley and Coretta Scott King combined.

They was as soft as a wet baby's ass.

They'll forever be known as the world's most dangerous band,

They're goin' to jail!

They're kinda wack. Word up, G.

They're straight up fakes.

This bitch got all the bitches.

This bitch is really from the ghetto.

This hasn't stopped the rest of the group from doin' their own thing.

This is Eve Edwards of Source Magazine.

This is just incredible. It's amazing.

This question's for Dead Mike.

This video exposure is too come and go.

This was the year when I first discovered CB4.

Thought you got away?

Tiger drawers wearin' motherfucker.

To poverty, ignorance and imprisonment in Cell Block 4!

To some people, these fools out here could be a problem.

To the whites who consider themselves establishment,

To uplift the community in economic terms.

Toaster's workin'. The VCR's workin'. How come you're not?

Tom Willis come over, the door slammed in his face.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, all right?

Tonight we're performing at the Jackson Theatre.

Trustus is dead.

Trustus Jones, the motherfuckin' mogul of rap!

Trustus Productions!

Trustus! When you gonna let us book Wackee Dee and Sun Shine in this joint?

Trustus? Trustus, hi.

Trustus.

Trustus. You can't trust me, you can't Trustus.

Tryin' to make it final for the vinyl. Sayin' it's time for the wax to relax.

Us? Us?

Vanilla Spice.

Wackee Dee is an entertainer. Right, baby?

Walk.

Was he hated every white person he met, unless they had a cheque for him.

Was Stab Master Arson also middle class?

Was the lead guy's name Gusto?

Watch, check this out.

We ain't all big time rap stars like you.

We ain't rappin', we straight up jackin'! Understand?

We breakin'motherfuckers off 24 7.

We can't be so exploitive, now.

We don't need that back to Egypt shit.

We gettin' ready to take it back to the old school!

We got some problems to lick.

We got Susan from Gardena.

We got the girls, we got the money, we got the gold.

We got the hottest spot in all Locash.

We got your gangster ass now, don't we?

We have to do this for Trustus.

We take Gusto's image, make ourselves into hard core rappers.

We was jamming, man.

We'll be Cell Block 4, after the joint they threw Gusto in.

We'll write him a cheque and tell him to chill.

We're anxiously anticipating the big CB4 reunion show

We're Cell Block 4 and I'm Gusto.

We're tired of bein'simple ass rappers. We livin'our lyricsl

Welcome to the post arrest conference for the world's most dangerous band,

Well, that was then and this is now.

Well, that was then and this is now.

Well, that's an evil that speaks for itself.

Well, this is it. What are you guys gonna do after the show, huh?

Well, to use your words, it's all that.

Well, we're backstage at Gusto's.

What about you, Rip?

What are they doin'?

What are you doin'?

What are you gonna do?

What do you guys eat? I don't know that. Do you like sandwiches, fondue?

What MC Gusto just did was rip up a state issued ticket

What the fuck I'm supposed to do now, man? Can't dance.

What you need to do is get yourself a Polaroid Instamatic.

What you so called brothers are doing

What, your posse 'spose to be deep now?

What? What happened?

What's happenin'?

What's the bottom line? Am I gonna win?

What's up, girls?

What's up, sweetness?

What's up, Tashana,

When I heard them chant his name, I figured he won't need it anytime soon.

When y'all get your shit straight, come see me.

Where's my money, motherfucker?

Where's my money, motherfucker?

Which he has no plans of paying, a natural act of defiance by rappers.

Which is about to start any moment now.

Why did we hire this other man instead of the brother man?

Why don't we listen to Lenny Kravitz?

Why don't you holler at CB4?

Why you go runnin' around with gold tooth, greasy ass hair,

With an eye for every inconsistency,

Word on the street is CB4, null and void?

Would like to know why you refer to women as bitches.

Would you stop it? Albert!

Wouldn't you expect the injured party to bust out of jail, hunt you down

Y'all know the routine. Yeah! Get them goddamn clothes off!

Yeah, and I'm gonna open up my own line of personal Nubian hygiene products,

Yeah, baby.

Yeah, CB4 is in the house.

Yeah, Gusto's in the motherfuckin'house with my man, Dead Mike.

Yeah, he's kinda cute.

Yeah, I was runnin' shit up at CB4.

Yeah, I'm lickin' your balls.

Yeah, nice and large, baby, just like me.

Yeah, we work for a livin'.

Yeah!

Yeah! CB4 is in the motherfuckin' house!

Yo, check this out. I'm hard core.

Yo, chill.

Yo, give me this right now!

Yo, hurry up back, man.

Yo, let's go down to Gusto's, all right?

Yo, listen. Excuse me, man. Do you work in radio?

Yo, man, they perpetrators, man. The whole nine. They real fuckin' fake, kid.

Yo, me myself, I'm gettin' my sisters a maid.

Yo, the devil's in full effect.

Yo, this is MC Gusto of Cell Block 4.

Yo, this job is nasty!

Yo, what's going on? What's up, man?

Yo, what's up to the hard core?

Yo, what's up? This is a P E S A,

Yo, what's up? This is Gusto with the new Sayonara jeep.

Yo, when I get finished with those CB4 kids,

Yo, when I get finished with those CB4 kids,

Yo, women, bitches, hos... people with pussies.

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

You ain't from the street. I'm from the street!

You all have been sentenced by the government of the USA

You are not the sensitive man you used to be.

You aware they might be arrested for indecency tonight?

You better have some cash.

You dead, bitch. Better buy a black dress for your mama.

You did this on purpose, didn't ya?

You don't say the words the way you're supposed to.

You gonna keep workin', the rate you goin'.

You gonna pay. You gots to pay.

You gotta take your Slim Fast ass back in there and apologise.

You guys CB4?

You guys OK back there?

You just snap this baby into your glove compartment,

You know who that was? That was Trustus Jones!

You know, he was with his family.

You know, I got a little present for you, babe.

You know, I look back at that time as sort of paying dues.

You know, you been talkin' a lot of shit lately.

You know, your Ready Rooter, funky ass truck driving father was right.

You only get one vote. Otis, how you feel?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself taking advantage of me.

You see this right here?

You see this watch?

You see, pork is the white man,

You should stop by for additional spiritual instruction.

You too!

You understand? And Wackee Dee is gonna be in the house.

You were in trouble when you decided being Albert Brown wasn't good enough.

You won't be disappointed.

You're not doin' it right.

You're so fascinated with.

You're too spiritual to rock the crowd.

You're wastin' good money.

You've got a deal! Welcome to the family.

Your balls is so large... Just big balls, I don't care.

Your mother may have time for a party, but me,

Your mother would disavow any knowledge of your birth.

35 cents? How about I give you 15 cents

40 Dog, get on the door. Show him the cash.

40 Dog, get rid of this trash, man.

[Daliha] What did you say? I'll be out in a while.

[man] Excuse me. From the world's most notorious...

[man] Is he all right? He don't look so good.

[man] Turn that music down! Come on, Pops.

[screaming] [Gusto] Y'all know the routine.

[woman] Here it comes. [tinkling]

♪ [indistinct rap] [phone ringing]

♪ Am I annoying you? ♪ No, you're quite right

♪ And Kara Lewis is our agent ♪ Word up

♪ Baby, please ♪ I want you

♪ Excuse me, huggy friend ♪ Yes

♪ Here we go, come on ♪ Come on, yo, what's wrong with that?

♪ Hey, yo, Doug put your valleys on ♪ What

♪ I'm Wackee Dee ♪ Wackee Dee's in the house...

♪ Indeed ♪ So who we rollin' with then?

♪ May day on the front line ♪ Front line

♪ May day on the front line ♪ Front line

♪ No, no, n n no, we didn't ♪ W W Why

♪ No, we didn't ♪ Well, don't get us wrong

♪ Oh, I forgot the date ♪ Man, you did it again? Oh, no

♪ They call us hip ♪ We're gettin' 'nilla

♪ Wack Wackee Dee ♪ Wackee Dee's in the house

♪ We rollin' with Rush ♪ Of Rushtown Management

♪ What I look like, what I act like... Next!

♪ What I look like, what I dress like Look at that fake motherfucker.

♪ Why ♪ Because these shoes hurt my corn

♪ Yo, Gusto. ♪ What's up?

♪ You can feel the ♪ Sweat from my balls

♪ You can feel the ♪ Sweat from my balls

♪ You can feel the ♪ Sweat from my balls

♪ You can feel the ♪ Sweat from my balls...

50 cents? How much for a newspaper? 35 cents.

Ain't I right, Otis? Yeah, right and tight.

All right. Cool.

Almost liked it when you rapped. Pop, I'm in trouble.

and beat you like the dog you are? Nah!

And play me in Nintendo. And sew me a new dress.

Brother, I don't know, man. Listen to me.

But Pop! Don't but me.

Bye, Mom. [all] Bye, Otis!

Cell Block 4 is waiting. Ain't nothin' but brick and steel.

Come on! I was the biggest man in Locash.

Cos you Jam Master Jay. I'm always Jam Master.

Daddy! A media event? What do you mean?

Daddy's waitin' for ya. Turn the lights down, baby.

Damn you, bitch. Get up!

Do you cuss on your records? Yeah.

Do you defile women with your lyrics? Yeah.

Do you got the tape? Yeah, but I'm Run.

Don't worry. That kid, Albert. What the fuck does he want?

Every week we'd go down to Gusto's... No. Excuse me.

Fake ass Bruce Willis. You can let him go.

Fix that tape, man! I'm sorry.

Fuck this. Otis?

Get 'em! ♪ Sweat from my biggedy balls...

Get on the ground! [man] Don't shoot us.

Get Trustus Jones to handle us. I ain't with it.

Give 'em a shout outl I didn't wanna...

Gusto, how's it go? Freeze! Get down now!

He gotta help me with my homework. And relax my hair.

He is givin' me spiritual instruction. You mean tax deduction.

He's OK. You set me up?

Here, I do. No, no, no.

Hey, excuse me. What's up, baby? How can I help you?

Hey, you got the time? Sure, 3.00.

Hey! What the fuck!

Hi, D. Hey, Albert. How was jail?

Hi, Eve. I love the piece you did. You should thank Dead Mike.

How do you guys sleep at night? I'm outta here. You clown.

How long is Otis gonna be out? 'Bout 11.00.

How much for a pack of gum? The gum is 50 cents.

I already got it on one. Put it on negative one.

I didn't do it. My man got a poem.

I don't mind beggin' either, baby. Assume the position.

I don't wanna go in there. C'mon, man.

I got bills to pay. Why don't you take this to a carwash?

I gots to go first. Why you disrespect this sister?

I know you guys are... You got lots of tape?

I planned on doin' that anyway. No, no, baby,

I say we vote on it, and I vote yes. I vote no three times.

I wouldn't mind being large a minute. What you gonna do?

I'm DMC. Why can't I be DMC?

I'm glad you happy, cos I'm not. Man, what's your beef?

I'm gonna get busy, baby. Hey, wait a minute.

I'm in this one. You gonna have to go!

I'm the only one taking a real risk. How's that?

Ice is happening now. Ice my dick.

It's gonna make a great video. I wouldn't unload my camera just yet.

It's good. Yeah, it's good.

It's Gusto, got it? That's exactly my point.

Just a sip. I'm gonna smack you.

Keep it as a souvenir. Thanks.

Know what I'm sayin'? I do not

Later. All right.

Like what? Me on a lot of rappers' lips.

Look, Wackee Dee and Sun Shine. Oh, no!

Look, Wackee Dee and Sun Shine. Oh, no!

Look. Ooh, that boy sure can dance.

My fuckin' radio! Need some new jams, bitch!

Next question. Excuse me.

No question! Cousin!

No, ****a. Wait a minute. An answering service?

No! Who the fuck is that?

Now go out there and have a good time. No problem.

Now, crawl over here. I don't mind crawlin'.

OK. [girl] Look, it's Albert! Hi, Albert!

Only a fool would follow me up here. Where are we going?

Please! [car phone beeping]

Pussy for everybody. Yeah, pussies!

She looks too cute to be your woman. Remember what time it is!

She's here to do a piece on the group. You're here to give the group a piece?

Shit! Don't even try it.

Shit. I should fuck you up!

Shit. I'm not buggin'.

Small world! They're comin' out.

Small world! They're comin' out.

So how you doin', Grandma? How you doin'?

Stab Master Arson. Dead Mike. Give me that!

Take it or leave it. All right, guys. Let's get started.

Thank you, Euripides. It's my pleasure, sister Edwards.

That's my personal thank you. You're very welcome.

Then Cindy's the other one, man. She got them eyes!

This motherfucker's bullshit. What did I say?

Tryin' to protect that ass? Protect that ass!

Uhh. [beats]

Watch it, ho! Ho?

We livin' it! Get back, motherfucker.

We was jamming! Damn!

We're gettin' our shit together... When I say go you go.

Welcome to the terrordome, bitch. Terrordome, bitch.

Well, happy birthday, Gusto. My birthday was last week.

What you lookin' at, punk? Nothin'. I'm sorry.

What you talkin' about? Shut up.

What you want, man? Yo, you're fired!

What, you ashamed of me? No.

What's up, O? What up, bro?

What's up? Why don't you let me

Where were we? What's up, baby?

Yeah, babyl Yeah, baby. Here it comes.

Yeah, boyee! [alarm]

Yeah, they couldn't keep us in! All right, first question.

Yeah, who this? Hi, Gusto.

Yeah? It's me, man, Rip.

Yeah? It's right over here.

Yeah. OK, here we go. It's rough.

Yeah. Whenever possible.

Yeah. You brothers is all I got. I'm in!

Yes! Shit! That ****a was a perpetrator!

Yo, I wanna... Man, let's get out of here.

You can't touch this Who'd want to touch that?

You dismissed. Come on, man.

You got it! MC Gusto.

You know shit about Cell Block 4. No. That's not true.

You know... I am not a groupie.

You look a little lost, darlin'. I guess I am lost.

You see the new En Vogue video? Cindy is fine!

You set me up? I saw him talking to the cops.

You want to be a gangster, right? Gangster.

you wouldn't take the money? No.

... Sweat Of My Balls tonight.

...let the past be in the past, man.

[♪ Blackstreet: Baby Be Mine]

[♪ CB4: Rapper's Delight]

[♪ Eric B and Rakim: Paid In Full]

[♪ Ice Cube: Steady Mobbin]

[40 Dog] That's a pretty little thing.

[Albert, leading crowd] CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

[Albert] All my life I wanted to be a rapper.

[Albert] He shot him?

[Albert] I only wish everyone felt that way.

[Albert] My life was messed up.

[Albert] Now, Gusto was no Nino Brown, but he was large in Locash.

[Albert] Straight Outta Locash made us large

[Albert] Well, Otis came from a different environment altogether.

[Albert] With Daliha out of the picture,

[Albert] You'll be happy to know, Mr A White

[all] CB4, where you at?

[applause]

[Baa Baa Ack talking]

[bell]

[Blackstreet] ♪ Just go with the flow Cos I want you to know

[booing]

[both] Nah!

[cheering, whistling]

[cheering, whistling]

[cop] Stay back!

[coughs]

[crowd chants] CB4! CB4!

[crowd cheering, music starts]

[crowd cheering]

[ding]

[drum loop]

[fading out] What we have to do...

[fading out] What we have to do...

[footsteps]

[gunshot, Albert screams]

[Gusto] OK, I got a question for this so called Gusto.

[he moans]

[helicopter motor whirring]

[inmate] Girls.

[klaxon]

[lip syncing] ♪ I'm the king of rock There is none higher

[loud horn]

[man on PA] Ladies and gentlemen,

[man on PA] MC Gusto, Dead Mike, Stab Master Arson,

[man on phone] Yeah, give it to me, baby. Come on, give it all to me, baby.

[man] Ladies and gentlemen, the most exciting stage show you've ever seen!

[man] The next guy that moves gets the same treatment.

[man] You can trust you're gonna be dead soon.

[man] You're so soft and tender. I love it when you call.

[music continues]

[number pad beeps]

[phone]

[register dings]

[Rip] Gusto bagged him eatin'dinner with Sissy.

[scratching]

[scratching]

[scratching]

[shattering glass]

[she grunts]

[snapping]

[sound of tape rewinding]

[telephone]

[they howl with laughter]

[Trustus] OK, guys, I love the image.

[White] Cool turn!

[White] Not everyone had the insight to understand CB4's greatness.

[White] Question, Flav. How does CB4 fit into the world of rap?

[White] They were the biggest rap group in the world.

[White] What's happening?

[woman] I read that part of it.

♪ 'Cause I'm the wackiest, there's no question, I can dance

♪ 'Cause I'm the wackiest, there's no question, I can dance

♪ 'Scuse me Doug E Fresh, you're on uh uh on, on, on...

♪ [tape slows, vocals distort]

♪ [tape speeds up]

♪ A bullet in the head is how I'll greet you

♪ Ain't no way to become OG in a day

♪ All cuts are on time and rhymes connect

♪ All that tryin' to fade me

♪ Also hippity no This is called the show

♪ And I even make the devil sell me his soul, soul, soul...

♪ And I'm black, y'all And I'm black, y'all

♪ And I'm black, y'all And I'm black, y'all

♪ And I'm blacker than black And I'm black, y'all

♪ And I'm blacker than black And I'm black, y'all

♪ And I'm blacker than black Cos I'm black ♪

♪ And I'm blackety black And I'm black, y'all

♪ And I'm blackety black And I'm black, y'all

♪ And other rappers can't stand us but give us respect

♪ Baby, baby, let's spend some time...

♪ Baby, baby, won't you be mine

♪ Bent, front and back glass got tint

♪ Better known as a goose And we all wanna smother shit

♪ Black, black, black, black, black, y'all

♪ Blood is dripping...

♪ But I can dance I got sun, I got shine

♪ Can't be like that just Just cos of khaki's and a T shirt

♪ Catch a break and blow it up like TNT

♪ Check it out, check it out

♪ Check this out, since Nobry Walters is our agency, right?

♪ Check this out, since we talkin'over this def beat I put together

♪ Check this shit outl

♪ Cos I'm comin' to slit your motherfuckin' throat

♪ Cos I'm coming to slit your motherfuckin' throat

♪ Cos it's Macka Framma

♪ Cos what I'm from the real ****az don't play

♪ Cos you're goin'on a long hike

♪ Creepin' up on ya Creepin', creepin' up on ya

♪ Dance in my pants and in your face

♪ Did I mention before that I can dance

♪ Don't ask me what the price is But it's more than pussy tickle devices

♪ Face down, don't turn around Listen to the bass pound

♪ Face down, don't turn around Listen to the bass pound

♪ Flat on her back I gave her some crack

♪ Float like a cannonball Sting like a shark

♪ Fool ain't never seen a Jack

♪ For more types of angles This ain't no star spangled banner

♪ Four or five ****az in a mothership

♪ Fucker bait king Then they make us all birds

♪ Get ready cos you goin' for a long hike

♪ Go with the PM Steppin' through the AM

♪ Got the right to vote and we'll elect

♪ Have you ever seen a show when fellows on a mic

♪ Here we go, come on Here we go, come on

♪ Here we go, did we miss the show?

♪ I don't know, there're legs all over the top

♪ I fuck your wife 'cause the bitch is a big ho

♪ I fucked your wife Cos the bitch is a big ho

♪ I need love

♪ I need love

♪ I need you

♪ I said hip hop, the hippie The hippie dibby hip hip hop

♪ I think you hit it wrong PM Dawn got it goin'on

♪ I wanna hear some of those def rhymes, you hear what I'm sayin'?

♪ I want you I need you

♪ I would've fucked your mom but the bitch is too fat

♪ I would've fucked your mom but the bitch is too fat...

♪ I woulda fucked your mom but the bitch is too fat

♪ I'll fuck your sister I'll fuck your cat

♪ I'll make you insane, crazy You'll flip

♪ I'm black, y'all And I'm black, y'all

♪ I'm blickety black blacker than black Black, I'm blacker than black

♪ I'm leavin' used rubbers on a mattress

♪ I'm the ****a waitin'for you in the dark

♪ I'm the ****a waitin'for you in the dark

♪ It feels like I'm living in a zoo...

♪ It's ten o'clock Do you know where your momma's at?

♪ Kick that shit.

♪ Let's rock, you don't stop

♪ Make one minute rhymes that don't come out right

♪ Many have fun to watch a nig get dumb

♪ More truth than tropicana Rockin'New York to Savannah

♪ Move back hard core 'cause I'm goin'for mine

♪ Nocturnal is in the house Nocturnal is in the house

♪ Nocturnal is in the house Nocturnal is in the house...

♪ Now we rocked all 20 and come correct

♪ Now what you hear is not a test Cos we're rappin' to the beat

♪ Now you're there wit'your four leaf clover

♪ Off a cliff I'm drivin'you over

♪ Off a cliff, I'm drivin'you over

♪ Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock

♪ Rollin'faster than a motherfuckin'dirt bike

♪ See, I am Albert Brown and I'd like to say hello

♪ Six minutes, six minutes

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stick 'em up Stick 'em up in the air

♪ Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Stick 'em up

♪ Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Stick 'em up

♪ Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Stick 'em up

♪ Straight outta Locash

♪ Straight outta Locash A crazy motherfucker named Gusto

♪ Straight outta Locash A crazy motherfucker named Gusto

♪ Straight outta Locash Uh, crazy motherfuckers

♪ Swingin' with this here stud you need practice

♪ The Bag Head, The Bag Heads The Bag Heads...

♪ The boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie

♪ The right way The high way, the tight way

♪ To float in my kingdom you must use fire

♪ To move your feet...

♪ To the black, to the white the red and the brown

♪ Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents...

♪ Uh uh on uh uh on

♪ Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh on

♪ We swear the best song rappers on the air so, hear 'em yell scream, grovel

♪ We're fat, we're fat We're fat, we're fat...

♪ We're The Bohemians...

♪ We've been outsmarted We believe in our song and

♪ We've been outsmarted We believe in our song and

♪ What I look like What I act like

♪ What I look like What I act like

♪ What I look like What I act like...

♪ What I look like What I dress like

♪ When I go to a show Some run, some come

♪ When I'm in your neighbourhood you better dig a moat

♪ When I'm with my homies we're rollin' Can't love a car unless it's stolen

♪ Where you from, ****a?

♪ Yeah

♪ Yo, because I'm black and I'm back

♪ Yo, I'm doin' the knowledge, E Tryin' to get paid in full

♪ Yo, Rakim, what's up?

♪ Yo, Rick, I was about to But I need a shoehorn

♪ You can't touch me with a ten foot pole

♪ You gotta put in time You gotta put in work

♪ You know it, G

♪ You know it, G ♪

♪ You want black and I'm black, y'all

♪ You want black and I'm black, y'all

♪ You're dealin' with the hat and it's like that