Sweet: |
Hey, you know Jeffrey's been somebody's bitch for the past 3 weeks, right? |
Big Smoke: |
(Laughs) I know. |
Sweet: |
Hey, what's up, CJ? |
Big Smoke: |
Wassup, man? Wanna go to prison? |
Sweet: |
Nah, to pick up Jeffrey, he's touching down today. You wanna roll? |
CJ: |
Yeah, for sure. What Jeffrey doing locked up anyway? |
Big Smoke: |
We'll talk about that later, man. Let's roll, we late. |
Sweet: |
Good to hang with you, brother. I'm sorry I can get a little tense. |
CJ: |
Don't worry about it. |
Big Smoke: |
Hey, it ain't Jeffrey no more. It's OG Loc. |
Sweet: |
Oh yeah, he's a real gangsta now. |
CJ: |
I see. And what'd he do? |
Big Smoke: |
Anything he could to get thrown in jail for. For his career. Joyriding, parking fines or some other bullshit. |
CJ, Big Smoke and Sweet are sitting in car, waiting near Los Santos Police Headquarters entrance. |
Big Smoke: |
Hey, there that fool go. |
CJ: |
Look at this fool, man. Perpetrating like he banging. |
Big Smoke: |
Think he hard. I know that fool can't be serious. |
CJ: |
Hey, what's happening with you, Jeffrey? |
OG Loc: |
Hey man, it's OG Loc, homie, OG Loc! |
CJ: |
Ah, ah, my bad. How was it though, homie? |
OG Loc: |
Man, what you think, how was it? |
Big Smoke: |
Ey, chill out dude. So what'chu wanna do now? |
OG Loc: |
Man, I gotta kill some Cholo motherfucker, he was dissing me, man! |
Big Smoke: |
Hey Jeffrey, I thought you were going to, uh, college...(laughter) |
OG Loc: |
Man, fuck you! Motherfucker done stole my rhymes! He's at East Flores. Ey, give me a strap. |
Sweet: |
Man, why don't you stall us out with that shit and get in the car, fool. |
CJ, Smoke, Sweet and OG Loc head to Freddy's house to confront him. |
CJ: |
What's your plan, big gangsta? Now you a free man and all. |
OG Loc: |
Man, I ain't free, my parole officer lined me up with a job! |
Big Smoke: |
Motherfucker always trying to keep a player down. |
OG Loc: |
You got that right! Still, ain't so bad, I'm gonna be a 'hygiene technician'. |
Sweet: |
Coming up in the world, huh? |
OG Loc: |
Just a stepping-stone to greatness. |
CJ, Smoke, Sweet and OG Loc stop near Freddy's house to confront him. |
OG Loc: |
Man, this is the spot! |
CJ: |
Ain't this a Vagos' 'hood? |
OG Loc: |
Man, I don't give a shit, I'm gangsta! |
Big Smoke: |
C'mon, let's leave Loc to deal with Casanova. |
CJ: |
Hey, I'll stick with Jeff... I mean, Loc! |
Sweet: |
OK, cool. I'll see you guys back on the set. |
Big Smoke and Sweet drive away. OG Loc and CJ go to Freddy's front door. Carl rings the bell. |
OG Loc: |
Freddy, I've come for you, you motherfucker! |
Freddy: |
Jeffrey! You got the wrong idea, man! That was just a prison thing! I got plenty of muchachas on the outside, I don't need your scrawny ass! |
OG Loc: |
Man, ignore him, CJ, I don't know what he talking about. Hey, yo, give me back my rhymes you thief! I'm gangsta! |
Freddy: |
You dropped the soap, sugar! I don't know nothing about any rhymes. |
OG Loc: |
- Freddy escapes through back door and gets on a bike* Hey, hey, motherfucker's making a run for it!
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CJ: |
Hey Loc, get back here, ni**a you crazy! |
OG Loc: |
Eh yo, back off me CJ, I gotta protect my rep.*CJ and OG Loc get on another bike* |
Freddy: |
Ooo! Chase me! Chase me! C'mon, honey, I'm losing my patience! I like the fast ass, not the slow ass! I thought you were keen, cute buns! Catch me if you caaAAAaan! Yoohoo! Over here! Coowee, Jeffrey! You know I love the thrill of the chase! Hey baby, move those sweet cheeks! Try to show a little bit more enthusiasm, darling! |
Freddy stops at basketball court in East Los Santos, where he and three Vagos members are trying to kill CJ and OG Loc. |
Freddy: |
He's broken my heart! Get him, boys! |
OG Loc: |
Yo, I'm gonna kill that loud mouthed motherfucker! Your ass is mine! Oh, no no no, I didn't mean it like that! CJ, help me out here! |
OG Loc and CJ kill Freddy. |
OG Loc: |
Don't you say a thing, CJ! |
CJ: |
(laughs) Was you lonely, Loc? Ey, I like a nice mustache myself. |
OG Loc: |
I keep it real! Unlike you fake ass motherfuckers! |
CJ: |
Come on, gangsta, let's get back to the Grove. |
OG Loc: |
Nah, I can't. I gotta go and sign for this damn job. |
CJ: |
Whatever you want, you want a ride, anyway? |
OG Loc: |
Sure thing, let's roll. |
OG Loc: |
Hey, take me to the Burger Shot at Verona Beach. |
OG Loc: |
Coz i'm keen, With the hygiene, on a mission, like a super technician, baby. |
CJ: |
Get on with this shit man. Look at you, all muscley and shit. |
OG Loc: |
Man, I got 17s on the hang. |
CJ: |
You coulda did that out here. |
OG Loc: |
Because I did in the joint, it's real now. |
CJ: |
Yeah, I guess it is, gangsta. |
CJ and OG Loc stop near Burger Shot. |
OG Loc: |
Thanks for the ride, CJ. Don't be a stranger, fool. |
CJ: |
Yeah, for sure. I'll see you around. |
OG Loc: |
Like a quater pound! Later. |
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