CB4 (1993) Soundboard Edit

A pen is all you have in your pants, it's out of ink.

A round of applause for CB4

Albertina, Alberta! Come on in here now.

All right, all right!

All right, it's about time for CB4 to head back to the stage.

All this gangster mess, man. People protestin'. That ain't for me.

And guess who's next? CB4.

And have them take you to an expensive restaurant.

And how it gives everybody a chance to make it.

And I am not a girlie, a videho, a skeezer, a prop, a hoochie or a stunt.

And I knew what we were doin' wasn't totally right,

And on that note, we gotta go, gotta go

And only somebody who wasn't would think it was something to glorify!

And right behind me, I got my DJ Stab Master Arson on the cash register.

And you're good to go.

Any person who'd defile America's pastime

Are you OK?

As you can see, my loved ones really respected my musical taste.

Ask Sylvester Stallone what he's doin' for the Italians?

Because the other man is much cheaper than the brother man.

Beloved, it's against everything I now believe.

Ben!

Ben! Come here, son!

Bust a little rhyme for me, man. Come on! Go, go!

But damn, ****a, don't sabotage CB4.

But what you've got to remember is Wackee Dee is more than a rapper

But your only hope is to create some kind of media event.

Can I have your autograph? Yeah, yeah, little kiddie.

CB4, where ya at, motherfuckers?

CB4, where you at?

CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

Come on, sugar dumplin'.

Damn!

Didn't anybody tell you this is a free country!

Do what he says.

Do you respect anything at all?

Do you...

Doesn't mean I stabbed the man.

Don't worry. Tonight we're gonna have crazy fun! Let's pick up Rip.

Euripides Smalls was Dead Mike's real name.

Evil influences invaded our castle,

Get in there.

Go on, girl.

God, I just love that I don't give a damn hip hop attitude. It's so real

Gold, gold, gold.

Great. I'm sure that Sissy girl would love these.

Gusto escaped from prison.

Gusto, does the whole idea of CB4 getting together in just two days

Gusto, you need us, baby. Nope. He'll slap me

He's callin' his group Silent But Deadly.

He's gonna kill me.

Hello, 976 FART. You fart, we smell it.

Hey, brothers, calm down.

Hey, Dad, CB4!

Hey, Queen Latifah.

Hope this shit is better than last time. My name's attached to this shit

How could I forget the bitch that ditched me?

I didn't do it.

I do have a sensitive side.

I feel so slippery.

I got my own personal photo gallery of friends that I've met along the way.

I know you want to get in there. Sissy.

I need to know who Cell Block 4 really is.

I really appreciate it.

I saw Gusto one day. We was at a park picnic.

I wanna suck her like a neck bone.

I'll catch him, you know, at a swap meet or somethin'.

I'm gettin' ready to go to jail for a song about the sweat of my balls.

I'm gonna get you, punk.

I'm looking for Albert, Albert Brown.

I'm with that, but what we gonna do about Gusto?

I've been waiting for this moment for a real long time.

If I could just add a personal note at this point.

If you set someone up for the police then stole his name,

If you was thrown outta your apartment and a pig offered to pay your rent,

Is really quite simple.

Is worried about rockin' the mic?

It's just music. You act as if I was plannin' a drive by

It's my first drive by.

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Just because I got a little bit of cash, why does everybody gotta start buggin'?

Look, honey, I hope you get your man.

Look, I got you somethin'.

Make us both happy and turn it off.

Man, not again.

MC, why were they shooting at us?

Me myself, I am building a boat to carry the sun people back to Africa

Motherfucker!

My ass was behind MC Hammer's head in U Can't Touch This.

My left breast was prominently featured in Eric B's last video.

My name is Malik from the Tan City Sun and I'd like to know

Nah, baby, you better try this one.

No, ****a. Eat your big ass biscuit.

Nope. He'll kill me.

Now CB4 is over or you're dead.

Oh, my.

Oh, you're here for him?

On the motherfuckin' stage!

Oooh!

Open C block, comin' up.

Or get you some sense and leave them small men alone.

Otis, you and I both know it's suicide, man.

Party over here! Just wave your hands in the air!

Peace to all the Nubians filled with the new black consciousness.

Rip came from a broken home which meant he hustled for every dollar he made.

Say CB4! Say CB4!

She don't know where to get the real big dick

Shit!

Shit.

So I'd like to read you a poem. It's called

So you're sayin', yo, Gusto, what's under the hoodie?

So, you know,

Stop playin' me like a sucker.

Take that monkey ass, Shaka Zulu lookin' bitch with you, you hip hop hos.

Thank you. Call again.

Thanks. You're not gonna be sorry.

That's all right.

The only thing I need to invest in is getting paid.

The word 'blow job' can only be used in describing a job

The word 'ho' can only be used in reference to a garden tool.

Then I heard these motherfuckers, CB4

There they are. Dead Mike, MC Gusto!

There was actually sweat on my balls.

They damn sure weren't no Wackee Dee!

They gots to pay.

They weren't shooting at us. They were shootin' at me.

They're tryin' to make hard core rap disappear

Think it's over? You embarrassed me like this?

This is not Christmas, you slender slice of sexist slime,

This is Sissy. You remember Sissy, don't you?

This is what the right picture of the right man

Those motherfuckers!

Three generations!

Trustus is laying in there because of this clown

Under penalty of arrest you cannot touch your genitalia

Walkin'around callin' women bitches and hos. That's not right

We don't have money to take the car to the carwash

We gotta go.

We gotta let people know that CB4 is for real

We met people at Gusto's who would forever change our lives

We want you to want to sign with us. Let me ask you a couple of questions.

We was just readin' about you, bitch!

We will answer no questions from the white media!

Well, that's the story so far.

Well, you three have been inside my head ever since.

Why ain't you in school? How come you home?

Why don't you holler at my WWWW listeners? Give 'em a holler.

Why don't you meet me at the Honeyroll Hotel

Will see them jailed, banned and with their feelings hurt.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Yeah, the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.

Yeah, yeah, say do that shit, do that shit, do it!

Yo, we livin' crazy large.

Yo, White! Chill on the blow by blow, all right?

You and Bubba Ack wanna go solo.

You break up the group tomorrow.

You buggin'? You couldn't pick a name besides that ****a Gusto?

You can really feel the electricity here.

You can't fire me

You don't like to watch.

You gotta help me get revenge. They killed him on the toilet.

You should be what Cell Block 4's all about.

You're free to buy that fool his boat back to Africa

976 SEXY

[gunshots] Fellas, what are you doing?

[inmate 1] Hey, baby. [inmate 2] Single file, girls.

[romantic music] ♪ I'm in love...

[screams] [clock ticks]

[sighing] Oh, jeez!

[telephone] 976 DISS.

♪ Here we go, come on ♪ Come on

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

♪ Let's rock and roll ♪ Wackee Dee's in the house

♪ No, no, n n no, we didn't ♪ Why

♪ Say never right that's not polite ♪ They never rhyme

♪ They don't ♪ Want chilla

♪ You can feel the ♪ Sweat from my balls

And program my computer. Check this out.

CB4, they're finally real gangsters. Real gangsters

Get off me! Get 'em outta here!

I'm crazy but I ain't no fool. I ain't no fool.

It's Saturday, Pops. So, go look at a school.

Let's go, baby. Come on, Dad. It's only an...

Let's go. Press conference over!

Listen here, Albert! Don't call me Albert!

Right down there. Thanks a lot.

She's my cousin, my cousin. What?

Tell me that. Ice cream, Africa.

Understand? That's true. Very distinctive funk.

Want me to hold the wheel? Get close to the motherfucker.

We gonna let him get away with that? Don't worry. We're gonna get Gusto

What are you doin'? Who's the bitch?

What you up to, Albert? Nothin'.

What's up, kid? You almost ready?

What's your name, bitch? Albert. Albert Brown.

Who? I mean MC Gusto.

Would you like to see? You know it.

Yeah! All right, fellows. OK, hi.

Yo, Gusto. Check this shit out.

You ain't fuckin' up on purpose? What?

...fondle your genitalia on stage?

...long.

[♪ Hurricane (feat Beastie Boys): Stick 'Em up]

[♪ Sweat Of My Balls]

[Albert] Daliha!

[cheering]

[chokes, gasps]

[man] OK, call again. Thank you.

[phone rings]

[romantic music]

[scratching]

[siren]

[snapping]

[telephone]

[telephone]

[Trustus] I love, I love it! Gold, gold, gold!

[White] Ooh, kinky.

♪ 'Scuse me, Doug E 'Scuse me, Doug E

♪ [rapping continues]

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

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

♪ And I'm blickety black black black Blacker than black

♪ And me, the groove and my friend are gonna try

♪ And you don't stop the rockin' to the bang bang boogie

♪ Bitches'panties is what I'm rippin'

♪ Blood is drippin' I'm not slippin'

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

♪ Dribble up and down like constipated You wanna jump around

♪ Float like a cannonball Sting like a shark

♪ For the ladies, 130 pounds of beef

♪ I fuck your sister, I fuck your cat

♪ I fucked your sister, I fucked your cat

♪ I tied your mother to a motherfuckin' train track...

♪ I won't stop rockin' till I retire

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

♪ It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller

♪ Like to eat it, like to suck it Take a shit in a bucket

♪ Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like

♪ Oh, oh, oh, my God

♪ Or gettin'filthy, nasty as LSD

♪ Pass act give half lip back

♪ Say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

♪ Six minutes Doug E Fresh, you're on Uh uh on, uh uh on

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stab Master

♪ Stab Master

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

♪ Straight outta Locash A crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike

♪ Straight outta Locash A crazy motherfucker named Gusto

♪ That the girl look fly but she don't give me no play ♪

♪ The purple and yellow But first I gotta bang bang

♪ Wackee Dee's in the house

♪ Waitin' to rob you Waitin' to beat you

♪ Waitin' to rob you Waitin' to beat you

♪ Wanna, wanna be worse

♪ We're The Bohemians and you gotta put us on

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

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

♪ Well, my name is Jerry and I'm here to say

♪ Well, tonight on this very mic you're about to hear

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

♪ You're fuckin'right that I might say, stick 'em

♪ Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company

♪... what I dress like

♪ And together we can get paid in full..

♪ Flippin' that south When I prophesise the man

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

♪ Stab Master

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

♪ Sucker MCs should call me sire

♪ Yeah, Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth