Anuvahood

This film contains strong language

So, what you saying? You gonna do it, yeah?

Yeah, it's on.

I'm hearing he's been talking about you. Gassing.

Saying how he par'd you off. Can't let man violate you like that.

You feel me, fam?

-Fuck this. Can't we move to him?

-Forget the hype.

Come, we roll over there and let's see what's good.

Fuck this. Come, we gonna go and do this, blud.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Cos if I see him, fam, I'll move to you straightaway, fam. No long ting.

Hey, cous, I see you another day in the club, fam.

-Yo, fam!

-One second, fam. What you want?

What you mean, blud? You trying to take me for some dickhead, man?

I ain't having it, blud, you hear me? See me...

Dickhead.

THEY LAUGH

Hey, cous! Hey, cous! You know who tried to move to me, fam?

Kenneth. Yeah, that little idiot, fam.

-He's a dickhead.

-Dickhead.

Yo, what time you finishing work?

You all right, blud? Told you not to chill with them.

-They don't like you. You all right?

-I'm cool, man.

That was a punch, though. Bam! You went flying, boy!

-Let me see your face.

-Get off me, man!

What are you doing? Why are you here lying on the floor?

You were meant to start work ten minutes ago.

-You're here sleeping on the floor.

-I'm not sleeping, man.

I don't know who you think you are, Kenneth,

but I'm not going to have you disrespecting my authority.

I want you to get to work now.

-If you keep messing me around...I promise you...

-You'll what?

-Know what? Burn your job, blud!

-Sorry?

Man's on big tings out here, rudeboy.

Oh, here we go again. Mr Kenneth O'Sullivan Fletcher.

The next Nappy from N-Dubz. Somehow I can't see it.

-Is that your full name, blud?

-My name is K.

-K Laimsbury's.

-Shut your mouth, you butters sket!

If you think I'm gonna be working here for the rest of my life, you must be mad.

-I'm gone. I'm on big tings, blud.

-Wasteman!

You're the flippin' waste, people, man. You get me?

You lot keep stacking boxes, yeah, while I start stacking dough!

-What, you're gonna become a baker now, are you?

-HE CHUCKLES

-What you doing, blud?

-It was the baker line that got me.

Listen, Russell, you don't know me.

-Man's a big man.

-Big man!

What, you think all I do is work here, blud? Are you stupid, blud?

-I handle next business, blud.

-What business, blud?

Shut up, man. Come, we kick.

You know, this music industry thing is not gonna work for you.

I've been there.

One, two, three, four!

You know, go on! Go, you losers. Everybody, what you looking at?

What business you got?

Don't worry, man. It's a big man's ting, innit?

What's going on, blud? I've come here to collect, fam.

-Come to collect what?

-My P, innit?

Your P? What, we got a urine sample of yours?

I'm talking money, man. Euros, dollars, wonga. My spondoolie, fam.

You on drugs?

Is this a flipping joke or something?

Don't they know who you are, blud?

Of course they know who I am. It's just a little joke that we do, you get me?

I got the biggest-selling mix tape in this place, man.

I pay his rent, you get me? Feel The Pain.

Feel The Pain! Oh! Feel The Pain! Oh! Feel The Pain...

Oi. Can you stop humping my counter, please?

That's the name of the mix tape, innit? Feel The Pain.

Oh, is it? Feel The Pain, yes?

Yeah, I brought it in two months ago. Sale or return.

-Right. Feel The Pain, yeah?

-Yeah.

No, we haven't sold any.

-What? Not even one, blud?

-You tryna jingle me, innit?

If you haven't sold any, yeah, then where are my CDs, huh?

Hold on, there's four missing here. See, I knew you'd try it, you know?

Trying to tell me you haven't sold any. My mix tape's in hot demand.

-Hot demand.

-You owe me some money, blud.

Here's one. Tell you what. I'll give you three quid.

Look at the state of this shit, man. I should smash up your shop, blud.

-I'll smash it up, you know.

-Smash it up! Bomb it, rudeboy!

You'll do what?

Bumbaclot...

Just give me my £3, please.

Thanks.

Come, we kick, man.

Thanks.

So, what we doing now, man? Where you on?

I'm going back to the hood, innit? Shit, let's go.

# Somebody put some music in my food for me... #

See what I'm saying, yeah?

# Reggae, reggae sauce

# Hot reggae, reggae sauce... #

WOMAN SCREAMS

MUSIC: "Pass Out" by Tinie Tempah

# Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

# We bring the women and the cars and the cards out

# Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out

# And we can do this until we pass out

# Let it rain

-# Let it pour away

-# Yeah

# We won't come down until we hit the ground

# Yeah, yeah, and pass out

# I'm in charge now

# I'm a star and I bought my fucking cast out

# I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle

# Heidi and Audrina, eat your heart out

# I used to listen to you

# Don't wanna bring arms out

# I got so many clothes I keeps 'em in my aunt's house

# Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out

# Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child

# Yeah, yeah And there ain't nobody fresher

# Semester to semester Ravin' with the freshers

# 20 light bulbs around my table and my dresser

# CLC Kompressor just in case that don't impress her

# Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester

# Got them gazing at my necklace... #

There was no gal!

# Haters I can't fuckin' hear your reception

# Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

# We bring the women and the cars and the cards out... #

HE LAUGHS

SHE SCREAMS

What?

# Let it rain

# Let it pour away

# We won't come down... #

Big Mike, blud! He's a proper bad man, innit?

-One day, blud.

-One day, fam.

You've never even been round to fix my flaming window!

You couldn't fix the crack in my arse! Oh, I've had enough!

# What ya mean? What ya mean? Your mom

# What ya mean? What ya mean? Fat ting

# What ya mean? What ya mean? Slim ting... #

What did I tell you about this shit, man?

-Let me have a Fruitella, blud.

-No.

-Yo! K! All right!

-Just keep walking.

I ain't got time for this.

Blud, come on, hear me out. What you saying, TJ? Are you cool, yeah?

-I'm cool, blud.

-Lend me a pound or something.

-I just bought a Magnum.

-You better run. Hey, listen!

-You owe me a tenner.

-I don't owe you nothing, man.

Hear me out, man! Real talk.

Real talk, fam. Listen, I see your mum, innit?

Blud, don't talk about my mum.

-I see your mum in Netto's, fam.

-Shut up.

Listen. So, she was like, "What you saying, Craig?"

I was like, "I'm cool, Pauline, are you cool, yeah?"

Yeah. We's at the till, right? And she started going like this.

Going this, you get me? No wallet!

No word of a lie, blud! I'm telling you she had no wallet!

So, man like me, I sponsored that rudeboy.

I sponsored that! You get me, fam?

She was like, afterwards, she said, "Go and get your money from my son."

And I know. I know, fam. I know you are the only son in the family.

You know that, innit? He told you, innit?

-Right, so you owe me a tenner.

-Oi! Shut the fuck up!

Always outside my house making fucking noise! You dickhead!

Just cos I'm some crackhead, don't take me for a fool, you know!

Suck ya mom!

Oi! Taneesha! Oi! Where's my P?

Hey, blud, tell your dad to allow it, man.

-I swear down that's not my dad, blud.

-Whatever, man.

Taneesha! Come on, Taneesha!

What we on, then, blud?

I don't know about you, blud, but I'm going yard.

And, no, fam, you can't reach.

Brmm! Oh, this is a real beauty, this one.

I can't wait to show Kenneth.

Looks lovely, darling. How about you come and have something to eat?

I can't stop now.

Brian, babe, you've been working all day. You got to eat something.

I'm cooking your favourite, spaghetti hoops.

Oh, you do spoil me.

All right, then. I love you.

-Love you too.

-Love you more.

-Love you more.

-I love you more.

DOOR CLOSES

-Wagwon, Mumsy.

-You're an idiot, Kenneth.

Oi, Mum, man, don't talk to me like that, man.

Seriously, Mum, I told you, stop talking to me like that, innit?

What you wearing? Don't tell me you actually walk around like that.

What? It's fashion, man. Swagger, innit?

Whatever. Did you speak to Russell about that advance?

-I need that money for tomorrow.

-Nah, I left, innit?

You done what?

I left, innit? I'm on bigger tings than that. You know that, Mum, man.

Bigger tings? Bloody bigger tings? I was relying on that!

-How could you do that?

-Ah, allow it, Mum, man.

No, I won't bloody allow it, you flipping moron!

-I'm not a moron, all right?

-Is that you, Kenneth?

Come and have a look at my Supermarine Spitfire.

I don't wanna see your wasteman plane, Dad.

Don't you dare speak to your dad like that.

You're the only waste round here.

Waste of bloody space, that's what you are.

I mean, look at you. You could never be like your dad.

Your dad was suave, he had style.

Slot you right in there, just like that.

He had his pick of the women. I'll tell you.

Your dad was a true player in his day.

You? Wasteman. I mean, when was the last time you had a girlfriend?

When have you ever brought a girl round here?

Have you even lost your virginity, Kenneth? No, I don't think so.

Oh, I mean, your dad really knew how to turn a woman on.

There was this one night we were on the kitchen table.

Ah, allow it, Mum, man!

He knew how to put his back into it.

I don't want to hear this, Mum, all right?

-Perfect.

-Yeah, I loved your dad!

You've got no drive, that's your problem.

But I'll tell you something.

You can't just live here for free. Life ain't like that.

You don't just get things handed to you.

How can you just walk out on your job?

-Russell's coming to man on a hype!

-Idiot! We're skint.

What am I supposed to do now? They'll be here tomorrow.

Know how much we owe them bailiffs?

-Well, it's not my fault, is it?

-No? Where's my bloody rent money?

You ain't given me shit for the last three months!

-You're a moron.

-I told you I'm not a moron.

What is this, Mum, man? Why you always picking on me for?

You got something against me or something?

You don't talk to Lily like this. You don't ask Lily for no rent. It's not right, man.

Lily is seven, you pathetic waste of space! I tell you something!

You go back and see Russell, and you beg for your job back for all I care!

Mum, you're mental. Russell's an idiot, man.

There's no way I'm going back there. Bun that.

Oh, you will, Kenneth, you will!

Fucking prick.

MUSIC: "Ps & Qs" by Kano

What's going on, blud?

Hmm.

# Some manners don't like me

# They try and badmouth me when Kano comes to town... #

What? Blud, are you chatting to me, fam?

Are you chatting to me, blud?

Cos there's no-one else here, you know, G.

So, that means you must be chatting about me, blud! Dah! Dah!

Yeah, that's right, babes. Yeah, my name's K.

K, K.

Whah! Whah! Whah! Whah!

Let me see your phone, blud. What?

I will take that phone, you know, blud.

Trust me, I am badman out here. You get me?

Oh...

Hadouken!

Hadouken!

Bad man. Feel the pain. Uh! You better feel the pain. Uh!

Allow me, allow me, mm-mm, so a man get rowdy.

Yeah.

Good stuff right there, blud.

That's my balls right there. Big-boy balls, you get me?

Dizzee Rascal ain't got nothing on me, fam.

Hmm.

One, two! Yo, yo.

# I'm a bad man like K

# And I get bear girls, man, I'm not gay

# So I just told man, feel the pain

# You will get bear girl

# Yo, come again like yo

# I'm a bad man like K

# And I get bear girls, man, I'm not gay

# I just told man, feel the pain

# You will get bear punches to the brain

# I jack a man on a bus or a train

# And I draw bear beanies all day

# Draw for a ting and let a boy get sprayed

# Ooh, it's a hype, hype thing

# Hype, hype thing, hype, hype thing

# Everybody's hype, hype, hype, hype, hype

# Yo, come again, come again

# Yo, it's a hype, hype ting, hype, hype ting

# Everybody's hyping, hyping, hyping, hype, hype ting

# Hype, hype ting

# Everybody's hyping, hyping, yo

# Make a man draw for a ting... #

-What are you doing, Kenneth?

-Aah! What the fuck, man?

What you doing in my room, man? Get out, man.

And I told you, call me K, all right? My name is K.

Your name's Kenneth, you fool,

and Mum told me to bring your food up.

Then put it on my desk, then, innit, rudegirl?

Is this your lyric book, K?

What? Come here, man! Come here!

-You're not allowed in my room! Get out!

-Shut up.

-Mum!

-Shut your mouth, man.

-BOY CHUCKLES

What you laughing at, huh? I swear to God, man,

you fools better recognise.

-You're the fool.

-You're the fool.

-You're the fool.

-You're the fool.

-You're the fool.

-Just shut your mouth, man!

You're the fool! Even Mum says you're the fool!

You're the one doing all this. You can't MC, fool.

What? Are you dumb? Man is a topboy MC out here, man. Give me my book.

I said give me my book. You're lucky I don't hurt you, you know.

True say I think your sister's kinda buff so I'll allow you, innit?

My sister don't like you.

What?

What? She said that, yeah?

Whatever, man! Your sister's butters anyway, man.

Probably got at least two babyfathers by now, you get me? Sket.

You see me, yeah? Man a badman out here, boy!

You're a loser, K. Why don't you just get a life or a girl?

All right.

Mum!

PHONE: You have got a message You've got a message, message

You have got a message You've got a message...

Pauline! You all right, darling?

-What do you want?

-What do we want?

Now, that's a silly question. Ain't that a silly question, Dal?

-Sounds quite silly to me, Tel.

-Assessment.

Got to value up your goods for later, and I love it!

Exciting stuff, Tel.

Wankers.

But you're not even supposed to be here till five.

I just love seeing your beautiful face, Pauline. Always so happy.

-Ray of sunshine, ain't she, Dal?

-Beautiful, Tel.

Look, I just need a bit more time.

I can get you the money, just not today.

Look, please. I'm trying my best.

You can't keep coming round here harassing me. I've got young kids.

Yo, Mumsy, man's out of here. Yeah, bless one.

Don't sound that young to me.

What is he? What, a black kid, is it?

Must be hard looking after someone else's kid. Couldn't do it myself.

All right, that's it. I want you out of here now. Get out!

No problem, darling, but we will be back, five o'clock sharp,

and I'm coming round here to collect your stuff.

And to be honest, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it.

What about you, Dal?

Well, not really, Tel.

-Well, I am.

-Right, go on! Piss off!

Yeah.

It's the most beautiful day.

And did you know, Edward,

this postcode was voted most outstanding and up-and-coming area

by Time Out in the summer?

What about that, hm? The Goonbred Estate.

I think it adds character...

No, Patricia, it does not add character.

A 13-year-old girl came up to me last week

and addressed me as, "Oi, My Sise".

Hm? "Oi, My Sise", Patricia.

What is wrong with you, Edward?

I know you're not happy about it but you'll just have to live with it.

-He is family.

-Oh, balls he's family, Patricia!

But last summer it was all right to spend our whole summer holidays with them.

Yes, because I didn't realise

we'd be asked to take in his damn silly fool of a son for four months.

I don't like him. I can't understand a word he says.

He's here!

First of all, I would just like to say that my family and I

are very grateful to you for letting me to stay in your house.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-I am very much looking forward

to being inside of your family.

Patricia.

I have to say that...

that you are looking even more beautiful

than the last time we were together.

Your hair looks wonderful, it's like a...

it's like a waterfall that cascades onto your shoulders.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Well, I hope you're happy, Patricia. I have a migraine. We have no pills.

-Get your own bloody pills.

-Under no circumstances!

-You go and get my pills!

-Please, sir!

I will do this for you.

-I will go now.

-Oh.

I don't believe this.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea. Edward, what...

Most up-and-coming area of London?

What's the worst that could happen, Patricia?

How you mean, you run out of Fruitellas, man?

Look, there is no more bloody Fruitellas! No more, man!

But there's hundreds of sweets here! Kitty Kat, Twix, Mars Bar, Snickers.

-Why you want bloody Fruitellas?

-Because I like them, innit?

Why you asking me for, blud? It's a badman sweet! You get me?

-Blud, if you not buy, leave!

-This shop's anything, man. I'm gone.

-Dickhead.

-Hey, you are the real dickhead!

Please leave now!

And tell your dad

we have the latest edition of BBC bird-hunter magazine he asked for.

2.99. Hey! 2.99. Make sure you tell him, Kenneth.

My name is K, OK? My name is K.

K my arse. Leave!

Fucking Fruitellas. Put tuh!

Idiot, man.

-What? What you looking at, blud?

-Sorry, what did you say?

Blud, what is it? Is it beef, blud? Cos I'm on this ting, fam, I swear down.

-Pardon?

-Don't be trying it, fam.

Forget what you might have heard. Better know I'm on this ting. Real talk.

No gassing. You don't even know who I am, do you?

Er...no, I just move here.

What? Well, how come I don't know about you, then?

Er... I don't know. I come to London for to study English

for four months.

That is my new house over there.

What? What, you live there, yeah?

Yes, I, er... I just moved here today.

-What, you know Big Mike?

-Who?

-Er... Mike?

Er...no. My name is Enrique Estaban de la Fuente.

K.

K?

OK. It's nice to meet you, K.

You know, you seem like a nice person, K.

I wonder if perhaps you could help me with my studies.

You know, show me the, um... the real London.

Yeah. Yeah, why not, blud?

Man can do that still.

See, personally, blud, I like my eggs runny, yeah?

But not too runny. You wanna get the balance right.

You don't want the yellow shit going everywhere.

-You get me, fam?

-Yes.

-You not eating that, blud?

-No, I... I'm no hungry.

Boy, I'll eat it. Pass it. Waste not, want not.

Oh, yeah.

Mm. Mm, mm, mm.

What you doing, blud? What, you write lyrics, too, yeah?

Er...no, it's my...it's my journal.

It's sort of like a...like a diary of my deepest thoughts and feelings.

-Do you have one?

-Nah, man.

Blud, I've been looking for you for ages, man!

What's going on, man? I've been trying to call you, fam!

My phone was off. Have a chip.

No, I don't want a chip, man! Who's this, blud?

-This is my younger, innit?

-I never seen him before!

You don't know who I roll with, man. I ain't always with you, man.

But we don't go caff no more, blud!

The last time we went caff was your birthday, blud, remember?

I bought you the mega platter full breakfast ting, blud!

That's what I just had, blud. Peng!

Come like man's birthday out here, boy.

Shabba denaya! Mama denaya! Oh, my ten days, blud!

Oh, my gosh! What, is that how it is now, yeah?

What, you want to go caff with the next man now, yeah?

OK, who is this guy, man?

-His name's, er... His name's, er...

-Enrique Estaben de la Fuente.

That's it, blud. Enrique. That's my boy right there, Enrique.

En-flipping-rique? En-flipping-rique?

Blud, we used to go hard, man!

-I always go hard!

-# Hard, hard, hard, hard... #

Come, we go, man.

# Hard, hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard, hard

# Hard, hard, hard, hard... #

Bye.

Huh!

See, I know you're new round here, blud, so I'm gonna show you my bits.

Man's gonna take you under my wing. Think of me like a big bird, fam.

-Like the one in Sesame Street?

-Allow it, man.

Can't you see I'm educating out here?

So, listen, Henros, yeah? I'm gonna show you my family.

The one thing about family

is you gotta have each other's back, no matter what.

-It's a badman ting out here.

-Badman ting. Rudeboy.

-Good afternoon, Kenneth.

-Afternoon, Mrs Dennison.

See us, man, roll deep. You see it? Big tings agwarn, blud.

Now I'm gonna show you the mandem.

Trust me, rudeboy, it's a movement ting all day, fam.

Movement ting, blud! Move out of the way!

Blud, this is dead, man. What are we on?

How do you know this yoot's not a fed, blud?

Look at his crep, blud? Look at his crep.

Shut up, TJ, man. I've been through this.

His name is Enrico and he's my new younger.

This is anything, K, man. I ain't never heard of no Enrico.

Well, you have now, innit?

Perhaps I should be going home now.

Just kotch, blud. The day ain't even started yet, man.

Whatever! I'm gonna go link a ting.

-You ain't even got no tings, fam.

-I got more links than you, blud.

-Lesoi, who's got more links, fam?

-Don't get me involved, fam.

-Lesoi, who's got more links, fam?

-Bookie, innit?

You don't know. You can't even see through those squinted eyes of yours.

-Oi, TJ. Tell him, blud.

-Hajima.

- Shut your mouth, man. - My eye.

I ain't gonna lie, Bookie. K blatantly gets more girls than you, G!

Whatever, TJ, man. Why do you always do this, man?

Definitely some homo business going on.

Oi! Oi, listen! I told you I am not gay, all right?

-Hiya, Kenneth!

-Hi, Kenneth! How's your mum?

-Yeah, she's cool, man.

-Tell her I said hi, yeah?

-Will do.

-Bye!

Goodbye!

Bwoy! I'm not saying nothing, rudeboy!

I am not saying nothing. Wow.

I don't know them. They just see my mum in the shop, innit?

I get girls, all right?

You know I get girls, man. I'll draw any girl here, you get me?

Show me a ting, yeah? And I will draw it.

-Oh, well. Come, we kick, man.

-Hold up, blud. Draw that.

# Hey, I saw you walking past me the other day... #

Dios mio, that girl is...very beautiful.

Shabba denaya! That girl is peng!

What was you saying, blud? Draw anything, yeah?

# Turned me on... #

What, her? She ain't even all that, man. Peng tings only out here.

-Shook yoot.

-I am not a shook yoot.

Don't worry, blud, you're looking sharp today still.

Shut up, man.

Enrique, you might wanna take your journal out.

I'm about to show you, man, how to get a woman.

Oi. Remix!

Mina mina mysize!

About you get more tings than me.

All right. Cool.

Excuse me. Excuse me. I'm so... I'm so sorry to bother you, yeah?

I was just hoping maybe I could have a quick word.

Sorry about the shouting.

I was just in front of my boys and I got a little hype.

-It's cool.

-Can I ask your name?

-It's Persia.

-Like the car.

-Wow, that's a real beautiful name.

-Thank you. So, can I ask you yours?

It's K. So, er...where you off to, looking all smart?

Oh, I just had a job interview round the corner.

Blud, is she on it?

Go on, fam-a-lam, you can do it!

If you get a second interview, then maybe you could give me a call

and maybe I could go through some interview techniques with you.

You know, give you a hand.

Interview techniques? You make me laugh.

Well, then, K, I guess I'd better take your number, then.

Yeah?

Yeah, why not? You seem like a nice guy.

I am nice, twice as nice, nice with a lickle bit of spice.

Sorry?

Nah, I'm just saying, innit? I do music, innit? I do this.

See them man over there? They're my boys and all, yeah.

But trust me when I tell you none of them know how to satisfy a girl like me.

You get me? To be honest, I don't really like bragging about it. You get me?

-Right.

-But all of them man over there?

Two minute, man. And I'm talking two minutes. You get me?

Me, on the other hand, swagger's on point,

I go all night, and I'm talking all night, like at least an hour.

Now, I'm a player when it comes to the tings.

I'm thinking maybe me and you can link up and do a little ting, get me?

You could come over to mine and we can go over some interview techniques.

Cos I got techniques. I got techniques like twelve tens.

I'm just gonna grind, man, an hour of pure sensation.

Yeah.

Cos I do this, innit? Hm, it's nothing, boy.

It feels so nice, innit?

-What's he doing, blud?

-Who knows, blud?

I know you like that, innit? It feels so good. It feels so warm.

Slow it down, slow it down.

Take time, think about the sheep.

You can do it, K. You can do it. That's the one. Hm.

-Oh, yeah, slow it down.

-Wow.

Oh, my days, blud! What the fuck are you doing, man?

-Tyrone.

-You trying to fuck that bollard, blud?

Nah, nah, it's just an itch, innit?

-Man's trying to fuck the bollard, blud.

-Nah, man.

You trying to sex that ting, blud? Cos same man's already pressed that.

-Yeah?

-Yeah! You can't draw girls, blud.

-Ha-ha-ha-ha! Jackanory time!

-Oh, come on, man.

-You went there, blud.

-Shit.

He is a friend of yours?

Nah, that guy ain't no friend of mine.

That guy's just pure mean, blud, just pure mean.

Enrique, maybe you should head back. I'll get K to give you a call later.

Yeah, run along, Spanish boy.

It's fine. I can stay out for a few more hours.

All right, cool. Wait here, though.

Boy, if you men don't mind, yeah, I don't need this today, man.

I'm going yard. Four, three, two, one. I'm going.

Just kotch, TJ, man. What's wrong with you, man?

Why do you always do this? It's cool, man. You're with me, innit?

I'm a topboy out here. Top of the top. Me and Tyrone are cool.

He ain't gonna do nothing to you if you're with me, man.

Come, man. I ain't Kenneth out here, you know, blud? Shit.

Cos you know it's time! My time!

What possessions you got for man?

Blud, on a level, I ain't got nothing.

Tyrone, cool?

I don't know who you are, blud, but I will break your head.

I will confiscate your life, rudeboy.

You better get out of my proximity at least two metre radius apart.

Furthermore, who are you to be calling out man's name?

Do you know man to be calling out man's name? Apologise, blud.

-Come on, Tyrone.

-I said apologise, blud!

-Just apologise, man.

-Sorry.

That's what I'm talking about.

Everyone needs to know their role out here.

Next time I'll slap that dry-roasted peanut head of yours. Ha-ha!

Who's on the throne?

Can't hear you, man.

-I said who's on the throne?

-ALL: Tyrone.

Yes, man! That's what I'm saying. Big Mike ain't got nothing on me.

-What you saying, TJ?

-Safe, Tyrone.

-What creps are they, blud?

-Red ones.

I can't believe Kenneth thinks he can get girls, though, blud.

-I was just chatting to her, innit?

-You man are all batty boys!

You can't draw girls, blud! I get girls, blud.

Touch that, blud. I'll allow you, innit?

-Kinda hench still.

-That's right, blud, hench!

You man could never be bigger than me. You man are inferior to me.

If I think about it,

I should slap you lot up for even trying to dial up with man!

PHONE BEEPS

Ha-ha-ha. Ha! What does that say, blud?

-Squinty eyes! What does that say?

-Link number five.

That's right, blud. Man's got five links out here.

You man ain't got none.

Five! None. Five! None. Five! None.

Heh-heh-heh. Yes, baby.

Yeah. Nah, nah. Man's not around tonight still, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. What you saying? What you saying for Friday night, babes?

No, no, no! Actually, you know what? You know what it is.

It's a raving thing, you get me? Ministry. Next Hype.

Yes, baby, you know it's about sex in the afternoon, innit?

Sex after Kyle and lick a bit of head after Dickinson's Real Deal.

Yes, babes. Listen, come to mine Friday about 12, yeah?

Man's tongue's ready, baby.

I said I'll rub your belly, baby.

Yes, that's what I'm talking about.

Ha-ha! Man's got all these links, blud.

And I'm still with my babymama! What?

No-one can't tell me nothing, blud.

Yes. Now, the only pussy I've ever seen you with, blud,

is this little prick.

-Oh!

-Lend me them creps, blud.

Oh, come on, blud.

# Hey, sir, can't you see the sign?

# It's a double yellow line... #

What the fuck you doing to my baby?

# I'm just an African... #

Anyhow you scratch a man's tings, blud?

This is disabled parking! You are not disabled!

-Blud, I am disabled.

-You are not disabled.

Blud, I am disabled! Look at my arm.

Eh, so you are mocking less fortunate people. You know God is watching you.

I don't care who's watching, blud! Let them watch!

You're taking my stress levels to a next dimension.

OK. Watch this.

# It's a double yellow line. # Are you watching?

Let me...

You know something?

I've decided to take the ticket off,

not because of you. Because I decided.

-OK? Next time you see...you see...

-Yeah?

-Yes, you see a...

-Fuck off, blud!

I swear, next time, you should get yourself a passport, man.

You illegal immigrant. Next Hype!

HE SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

What are you looking at? Look at you ASBO children!

HE SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

And you! Why are you dressed like a strawberry ice cream?

Why can't that flippin' orang-utan buy his own flipping trainers, man?

He's lucky I didn't spark him, you know. Real talk.

Whatever, man. What we on?

-I gotta handle some business, innit?

-What business, fam?

He's going home to masturbate about that chick, innit?

Unlike you, fam, I have responsibilities to take care of.

So, K, er...where are we going?

Enrique, man, you ask too many questions, fam.

But see man like me, yeah? I'm a big man out here. You get me?

I'm a provider. Like in the jungle.

That's what I do, innit? I provide. Come, we go, man.

# Me ah go party hard

# You know we ah go party hard

# Me want party hard... #

Wagwon, Yasmin. Come, you, man.

# Me ah go party hard

# You know we ah go party hard

# Me want party hard... #

Oh, great.

-Ah, you, man, chill, innit?

-Wagwon, K.

-What's going on, Carly?

-What you saying, TJ?

-Who's he?

-He's my new bredren, man.

-Can I chat to you in the kitchen?

-How about some hot wings?

-I'm all right.

-I got you an apple pie.

No, I've eaten already, K. Kitchen now.

Boy, I'll eat it. Pass it.

Ah, cheeky girl.

What's up, rudegirl?

Oh, yeah, thanks for waking her up. I just put her to bed.

-No problem. You cool though, yeah?

-Yeah, I'm cool, K.

Because if there's anything wrong,

all you have to do is tell me and I'll sort it.

-Beef, anything. No longage.

-No what?

-Longage. No long ting, innit?

-Right, yeah.

Everything's cool. Couldn't be better.

But you ain't gotta keep coming round bringing food.

-I do, though, Yasmin.

-No, seriously, you don't.

I do, though, cos you are my cousin's baby mums, innit?

And now he's all banged up for two years.

I gotta be there to provide, provide for you and the baby.

Cos you're family, and that's my baby right there.

Well, I'm back at work now so...

All right, I'll be straight up, innit?

I feel kinda bad, innit?

Like when my cousin got shift...well, I was there.

And I feel like somehow I was responsible, like it was my fault.

It was your fault.

Well, yeah, sort of. Well, it sort of was and it wasn't.

Cos I warned them about...

Look, what's done is done, yeah? It's in the past.

Look, K, you ain't gotta keep coming round checking up on us.

Yasmin, I do not shy away from responsibility.

Cos man's on a big man ting this year!

For God's sake, K, what is the matter with you?

Look, I don't want you to talk to me. I don't want you to wait for me.

I don't want you to do nothing, yeah? Nothing.

You're on your period, innit? It's cool.

The way I see it, you're a helpless woman, innit?

When you had my cousin, you had someone there for you,

but now he's in the dustbin, who have you got?

You ain't got no-one.

So, that's what I'm saying. I'm here for you, Yasmin.

When you are in need, that's when you can call K.

I swear, I sent you a friend's request, man.

-You wanna do something for me?

-Yes, I do, Yasmin.

See these DVDs that Leroy sold me?

-It's Lesoi.

-Whatever. They don't work.

What?

Pow!

So, what you saying, blud?

You know I love my boys skinny, innit?

I could eat you up in one bite, you get me?

So, how about you take my number then, babes, innit?

Sure. Why not?

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yes, all right.

I'm gonna give you my O2 number as well.

Cos sometimes I don't get reception on T-Mobile.

What's your BB, babes?

-Oi, you, man, come. We kick, man.

-What, now? Hold on, man!

Just hurry up, man. Don't worry, Yasmin.

I'm gonna pop round in a bit with some DVDs that actually work.

K, just drop them through the letter box.

-Are you sure?

-Definitely.

Come on!

Move.

Why we kicking for, man? There was girls in there, man.

-We never get to jam with girls, man.

-Shut up, TJ, man.

-Nah, man, TJ's right, man.

-Yeah?

Yeah, man was getting my groove on

and you had to come and mess it all up.

-Blud, Kesha weren't on you, man.

-Wrong.

She asked for my number and my BB, blud.

-You don't know, blud.

-I know she won't be calling you, blud.

-It's cos of you we had to kick.

-What?

You sold my cousin's baby mum a dodgy DVD.

-Oh, my gosh.

-I look out for her, innit?

We gotta go back to Lesoi's and burn her another one.

What? I can't believe this, man.

You're telling me I never got press tonight

cos you wanna go back and get a DVD?

It's more than just a DVD. It's called a principle, all right?

K, I feel you on that one.

Wasteman.

DOORBELL RINGS

DOORBELL RINGS

SHE SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

-Yes, Mum.

-Go on.

Come in, come in. Come in, come in.

SHE SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Come.

Hey, blud, check out my new track, man.

HE MOCKS LESOI

THEY SPEAK IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Hey, man, what's wrong with you, man?

Why's man gotta slap me so hard for, man?

What's wrong with your family, blud?

Your uncle's lucky man didn't bust a quick chop suey on him.

-Your problem, man...

-Dah!

What's wrong with you, man? Here, roll up, G.

-Yeah, boy.

-Marijuana!

# Shorty, I rep BBK

-# Monday to Sunday I'm like BBK... #

-Hey, pass that, man.

# JME, Skepta, Wiley, Frisco, maximum, yeah, that's BBK

# Add me to the mix, that's BBK

# Can't forget Sam, that's BBK

# I see a lot of guys doin' this ting

# But none of them flex like BBK

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# There's too many man

# Too many, many man

# Too many man, too many, many man

# Too many man, too many, many man

# Too many man, too many, many man

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# We need some more girls in here

# There's too many man

# Too many, many man

# Too many man, too many, many man

# Too many man, too many, many man

# Too many man

# Too many, many man. #

-No!

-Yeah.

You were right, K, you are really good at this game.

You must spend a lot of time playing, no?

That's what I'm saying, fam. That's five in a row. You get me?

I done told you man's a top boy out here, G.

I ain't even playing no more. I'm retired champion, blud.

Just play the game, man.

-Oh, shit.

-What?

The DVD, blud.

Blud, she's sleeping, man. It's three in the morning.

-For real. Come, we go round there.

-She's sleeping, man.

-You don't know that, blud.

-Fuck the DVD.

Just play the game. Come, rematch, innit?

Fuck the game, man. You're shit anyway, man.

What? How am I shit, blud? You're just jammy, man.

Er...jam is something you put on toast and bread.

What I have is called skill.

Now I'm saying come, we go link some girls,

and you wanna play Street Fighter.

You're just pissed off, yeah, cos I keep beating you at your own game.

You think you're so nang at everything,

gassing like you're some gangster.

But I can tell you for nothing now, you are not a gangster, fam.

You ain't got no P, no whip, no links, no girl.

The only thing you got is a pet hamster,

and even he don't like you, blud.

You know, K,

it is perfectly OK to just be yourself.

What? Shut up, man.

So Solid had lyrics about man like you. I'm onto you.

You are an official hater, blud. Me, I'm on big tings out here, G.

-What big tings, blud?

-Bookie, man.

Big tings? You don't even work no more, blud. You don't shot.

The music ting flopped. What big tings?

Delusion. That's what you're on.

Blud, man's only known the yoot for five minutes

and even he knows, be yourself, blud.

Try that.

Wasteman.

All right, cool.

Gone, innit? If that's what you man really think, I'm out of here.

-Prick.

-Wake up, TJ!

TV: In the 1990s, I joined a group of people called the Demon Drummers...

I hope you're pleased with yourself. They took everything.

It's not Kenneth's fault, sweetie.

What you throwing stones at my window for, blud?

I wanna start shotting, blud.

What? It's four in the morning, man.

Hear me out, innit, man?

Ah, look, K, I'm tired, man.

Blud, hear me out, fam. I got a little movement lined up, innit?

I got all my shots sorted. I know I can do this, man.

I'm just asking for a little bit of help.

You know I can't help you, man.

Yeah, but your uncles can, though.

I just need a little skunk, innit?

Something to get me started, and then I'll be all right.

Don't let what Bookie said get to you. He was just vex about the game.

The bailiffs have taken all our shit.

I need to get some money together, and fast, man.

-I'm desperate out here, blud.

-You're too bait, man.

No, I won't be, blud, I promise. I'll hold it down. I swear.

Blud, if it was my food, man might try and sort something out, blud.

But that's my uncle's skunk, blud.

Man can't afford for that to go wrong.

That's way too risky. Family or no family, them man will kill me.

You're the only family I've got right now, blud.

Please, man.

All right. Cool.

Come round tomorrow morning. Man'll try and sort something out then.

Ah, blud, I ain't gonna forget this, man.

And don't worry, I won't smoke it all.

Nah, nah, nah, you don't smoke any of it, man.

And no bait moves.

RAP CLUB MUSIC PLAYS

The money's all there. Nice job, yeah? Bless.

We're becoming a fucking laughing stock.

Get up. This is my seat, rudeboy. My seat! Sitting in my seat!

Need to respect man out here. What you man saying?

-Nothing, man. Where you been?

-I went clinic today, innit?

-Clinic? You caught something?

-Nah, blud. To draw girls, you fool!

I don't care what they tell you.

You ain't gonna find no virgins in them clinics.

Best place to find a sket. Yeah.

For real.

We can't have the word going around that we're going soft now, mate.

Can we? You do know what I mean by that, don't you?

There's nothing soft about me.

Hey, hey. Whose Bentley is that out there?

What fucking Bentley?

What's he fucking talking about?

Oi! Why is there a fucking Bentley parked outside?

Hey? Whose is it?

Whose car does that belong to?

Aah!

He asked a fucking question! Are you lot deaf as well as dumb?

Whose fucking car is it?

Tommy, put the knife away.

Listen, I got youngers getting arrested left, right

and fucking centre.

I got the fucking pigs on my dick like a fucking rash!

And you're going out and buying fucking Bentleys?

It's a fucking joke!

We're supposed to be keeping our shit inconspicuous.

This shit is gonna stop tonight.

I wanna know about every little fucking dealer

selling on my streets!

# All right, mate?

# So you wanna be a gangster?

# Tell me just one thing

# What d'you know about being a hard man?

# Your mum buys your bling

# Your pocket's getting bigger

# But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to

# Cos you haven't got it

# So you might as well quit

# I'm moving, couldn't be losing, nothing but a success

# Think I'm proving nothing to you half-weight wasters

# Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising

# Nobody dictates what I'm choosing

# Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid

# And I hold my own, I'm rastic

# You better watch your tongue, you spastic

# Allow it, you're not heartless

# Nothing but a lot of hot air, you're harmless

# I keep getting my paper regardless

# Your words don't faze me, I'm marvellous

# Age 22, zero tolerance and I ain't got no time for the nonsense

# You wanna see me, come to my concerts

# Or we can do it on stage with an audience

# So you wanna be a gangster

# Tell me just one thing

# What d'you know about being a hard man?

# Your mum buys your bling

# Your pocket's getting bigger

# But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to

# Cos you haven't got it

# So you might as well quit

# Beef, straps, cuts, glory

# All these high bredders in the club adore me

# I wish when I come through they ignore me

# I really can't deal with another war story

# Bredders in my face with a fistful of paper

# Trying to make out they're a big money-maker

# Talking all loud

# But I know, man, I'm a hustler

# I ain't got time, rudeboys, see you later

# And I can't forget these groupies following

# Front and rear and right there hollering

# Yeah, I know I shouldn't be complaining

# But these jezebels do my brain in

# I ain't no groupie

# Who you calling jezebel?

# Don't chat to me like I'm just any girl

# Allow, security, somebody move her

# I don't wanna talk to you anyway, loser

# So you wanna be a gangster

# Tell me just one thing

# Tell me just one thing

# What d'you know about being a hard man?

# Your mum buys your bling

# Your pocket's getting bigger

# But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to

# Cos you haven't got it

# So you might as well quit

-# That whip don't make you a big man

-# Nah, mate

-# That chain don't make you a big man

-Nah, mate

-# I know you think you're a big man

-# What, mate?

# But really you're just a wasteman

-# That whip don't make you a big man

-# Nah, mate

-# That chain don't make you a big man

-# Nah, mate

-# I know you think you're a big man

-# What, mate?

# But really you're just a wasteman. #

Yeah. Enros, smell that. That is the smell of English money.

TJ, go buy yourself a Magnum. You get me?

What was you saying, blud? I'm a wasteman, yeah?

You've only been shotting for one day.

You're hardly Tony Montana, are you?

Don't hate, fam. All right, it's not a good look, man.

Yeah, don't hate, fam. It's not a good look, fam. How much you make?

Blud, I reckon there's at least £62 here, you get me?

My mumsy is gonna be so happy, man.

Man are saying I can't make P.

Are you stupid, blud? I told you, man.

-Man is on this ting!

-Keep it down, man.

Cool, G man. See a man like me, yeah?

Man a top shotter out here, blud! Look, watch this, yeah?

I'm gonna be baiden. I'm gonna be baiden.

-Then I'm gonna press them beanies.

-Beanies.

-Then I'm gonna press them beanies.

-Beanies.

I do this all day long. I do this all day long.

-Keep it down, man.

-I do this all day long.

Wagwon, fam-a-lam.

Shit.

I smell something.

Mm, I know that smell, blud.

If man's calculations is correct, that's the smell of piff, blud.

-Yeah, I had a little zoot earlier.

-Don't take man for a mongoose, blud.

Can't disrespect man's intelligence out here, rudeboy.

Man's nose knows what it's smelling, innit?

-You shotting piff, blud?

-Nah, blud.

Oh, my days! Why you calling me blud for, blud?

Do me and you look the same? I don't think so.

You look like one kind of Indian blud to me.

I'm not even Indian, man.

-So, where's this weed, then, blud?

-We ain't got no weed, man.

I smell porky pies, blud. Yep. Don't chat shit to me, blud.

Couple man just told me you licked them a tens, innit?

I know these tings, blud.

Ha-ha-ha! Look, man, man just wants to cop a little ting off you.

-You get me, fam?

-You got your own food, though.

There's a drought, fam! Man can't get nothing still!

-Aah!

-Come on, blud.

Mans bless out here, fam.

I just wanna get a little high tonight, man.

All right, all right, all right. Cool, man.

-K, man.

-I've got to, man.

Give man a fat juicy score ting, blud.

Which one did you want, blud?

Hmm.

-Actually, all of it.

-Come on, man!

Oh, my God! Man's so unpredictable!

Man said he wasn't gonna rob him, but man just turned around and robbed him!

Standard procedures! Oh, my days! Ha-ha-ha!

There's a lot of weed in there, innit, though, blud?

So, what, are you some kind of shotter now, blud?

-Think you're a badman now?

-Nah, man, I just...

Damn right you're not a badboy, blud! Shit!

Now, true say, man didn't even want to rob you, man, today.

It's like you was asking for it!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Shit.

Man's gonna get so high tonight, blud.

Blud, I beg you allow it, man.

Oh, my days! You making communication with me, blud?

Like man knows me?

Man's gonna have to get jacked for that, blud.

Jackanory time! Next Hype!

Allow it, man.

Ha! Bo! That's my little sister's Christmas present sorted still!

Listen, I'd love to stay and jam, yeah,

but I gotta do my mum's braids, OK?

Nah, blud. You need to be taking them creps off

right about now, rudeboy.

What, again?

Take the creps off, blud.

But they don't even fit you!

Little perseverance, man can squeeze into them still.

-You're not gonna cry, are you, blud?

-No!

Tell your mum safe for the creps, yeah?

Oh, this is emotional, man!

I'm telling my mum, man!

-Who the fuck is this?

-My name is Enrique Est...

-What have you got for Tyrone, blud?

-Blud, allow him, man.

Did anyone ask for a chow mein chicken in black bean sauce? No.

So, why is Mr Egg Fried Rice getting involved in the situation for? Shit!

-What's that, blud? Is that your phone?

-No, it's my journal.

Take it out.

Ha-ha-ha! Man's got a journal, blud! Ha-ha-ha!

-Allow robbing man's journal, man.

-Shut up, blud.

Yeah, blud! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

This is now property of Tyrone.

A man takes what he wants out here, blud. Standard procedures.

-Bookie Ebegulu, pass me your phone.

-Nah, blud!

What?

Are you saying no to me, blud?

Hm? Is that what you're saying, blud?

See this, blud? What does that say, blud?

Hm? It says property of Tyrone.

Look at it, made in Tyrone.

I swear, blud, you're lucky your aunt knows my mum

or man would've stripped them jeans off you right about now, fam.

No homo.

Let man know if you want some weed, innit?

Man's got the piff, blud! Ha-ha-ha!

Man's tremendous out here, blud! Standard procedures!

Man's intelligence has no limits, blud!

-I hate that guy, man.

-I knew this would happen, man.

-Don't worry, I'm gonna sort this out.

-How you gonna do that, blud?

-I dunno.

-You're a wasteman, blud!

Realise how much trouble I'm in, blud? I told you.

I warned you not to be so bait, man, but you never listen.

-Cos he's a wasteman.

-This ain't my fault.

It is your fault, man. It's always your fault.

-You're too fucking bait.

-100% waste.

Why did you bring all the food out with you? And why you licking shots?

Tyrone was right. It's like you wanted him to rob you.

Nah, man, I just didn't think.

That's your problem, K. You never think, man.

All of us, man, got robbed cos of you. Fuck, man!

My uncles are gonna kill me.

But that's not your problem, is it?

On top of that, I lost my PSP. This is fucking dead, man.

I'm going home, man.

Don't call me no more, K.

But, Bookie, I will get your stuff back!

-Whatever, blud!

-I will!

I defended you, blud.

Even though everyone I know warned me not to hang around with you.

You know what? Bookie's right, blud. Your whole life's one big joke, man.

You try and bring next man down with you.

I ain't in it no more, K.

Lesoi, seriously, I'm sorry, man.

No, "sorry" don't cut it this time, blud.

Lesoi!

You're still jamming out for a bit, yeah?

I think I should probably go home.

I promised Patricia I would be home early.

Goodbye, K.

Yeah.

MUSIC: "Cut 'Em Off" by Dizzee Rascal

# I socialise in a crucial situation

# I socialise in a crucial situation

# I socialise in a crucial situation

# I cut 'em off

# Review the situation

# Take part, take over

# Review the situation

# Take part, take over

# Review the situation

# Socialise, just cut 'em off

# Review the situation

# Take part, take over

# My name is Rasket, listen to my flow

# I socialise in Hackney or Bow

# I wear my trousers ridiculously low

# I love females, money and creps

# I'm kind of streetwise

# I think that you should know

# You're not a badboy

# You're puttin' on a show

# Review the situation, nothing else

# I cut 'em off... #

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

I can't afford for you not to be working. Do you understand?

You either get a job or you move out.

# Review the situation

# Cut 'em off

# We cut 'em off, we cut 'em off

# We cut 'em off. #

RADIO: What's happening? It's your favourite troublemakers of radio.

That's right, it's us, Ace and Biz.

I was out a little bit earlier on, Biz.

Like, I've just seen an abundance of women with fake UGG boots on.

What is that? Like the UGG boots are leaning to the side.

Like this is not looking good.

What is going on with the fake UGG boots situation?

I don't know why you're lying to everybody. You wear UGG boots.

Shabba denaya! This is TJ's phone!

Please leave a message after the tone! Shut up!

I've only been wearing 'em on the weekends...

Oi! K Laimsbury's, you pussy!

..talk about anything you want, we got loads of songs to play,

loads of hot tracks...

Aargh!

'You are not a gangster!

'You ain't got no P, no whip, no links, no girl!

'The only thing you got is a pet hamster,

'and even he don't like you, blud.

'Waste of bloody space.

'You can't MC, fool!

-'You are the real dickhead!

-'What's the matter with you?

'It's always your fault. You're too fucking bait.

'100% waste.

'You can't draw girls, blud.

'Listen, come to mine Friday about 12, yeah?'

Heh-heh-heh! Next Hype!

-Don't talk shit, blud.

-I'm hungry still.

-What's that smell, man?

-Smells like shit, man.

Shit.

Listen, man's gonna go bathroom and freshen up.

Go and wait for me in the front room.

Mm! Hm!

Don't be too long, my little Mike Tyson. Mm!

# Champion lover

# No ease up tonight

# Champion lover

# Gonna make you feel all right

# They call me Mr Loverman

# They call me Mr Lover

# Mr Loverman...

# Mr Loverman, they call me Mr Lover

# Because a woman take a trip

# She coming from England

# To satisfy her soul, you know

# Say she want a man... #

Yes! Who's on the throne? Tyrone.

# Champion lover

# Gonna make you feel all right

# Whoa... #

# Say she want a man

# Talking to her and she respond

# She tell me say she handle man like a boomerang. #

Who's on the throne? Tyrone.

Yes, man, man went to powder his nose and is ready to do this.

-Hm-hm! You ready for this?

-Ooh! Yeah.

Yes? You're ready? You ain't see nothing yet, trust me.

Man is this! Go on, touch it, touch it. Yes, man.

-Oh, my days!

-I know this. Yes, muscles, baby.

You see this? You see this? Uh! Uh!

Go on, take this, take this.

Yes! Oh, yes, man!

-Why are you so sexy?

-Man's on the throne.

I want you to fuck me good, baby.

Man's gonna give it to you nice and slow.

Man's on this ting! On this ting!

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Oh, yeah. Mm! For the best effect, man has to use his tongue.

Let's go to the bedroom, baby.

Yeah, man's gonna fuck you in every room.

Shit.

Oi, take them shoes off.

Man want to see them toes.

Oh! Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, baby!

-Yes, baby. Man loves his toes.

-That feels good! Oh!

Lesoi, what's up, man?

Nah, listen, man. Just listen, all right? Don't stress, fam.

I got all your shit back. Yeah, all of it.

Look, get them, man,

and meet me at the back of the dustbins in ten minutes.

Yeah. I'll tell you when I get there. Bless.

What you doing here, blud?

-Yes, baby. Yes, baby. Your time.

-Mm, yeah.

Your time, you get me?

Man's gonna lick you everywhere, and I mean everywhere.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Man got this here for a reason. Yes, baby.

See this tongue right here?

I got special powers.

You hear me? Huh? Huh?

-Let's do this!

-Yes. Yeah. Yes!

-Yeah?

-Aaargh!

-Ain't your lucky day.

-You're gonna get murked.

-What you doing in this block?

-Checking my boy.

What boy, blud? You can't be checking no boy, blud!

-This ain't your block.

-It ain't your block, fam.

-I'm sorry, man.

-Nah, blud!