85 South: Ghetto Legends (2023) - full transcript

Atlanta,
we've been waiting for this one!

This is The 85 South Show!

There is no other show like this.

We've got three of the funniest people
on the planet on one stage,

and it's all improv.

You've seen him on Wild N'
Out, Comedy Central, and BET.

From Washington, DC,

we've got Chico Bean!

He started out his comedy career
as a social media superstar,

and now he's selling out arenas
all across the country.

He's from the
westside of Atlanta.



DC Young Fly!

You've seen him on Last Comic
Standing, Wild 'N Out, and All Def Comedy.

From Oxford, Mississippi,

Karlous Miller!

This is The 85 South Show,

Ghetto Legends!

With special guests
Rich Homie Quan

and Goodie Mob!

- Uh-oh!
- Yeah!

- ♪ ATL! ♪
- ♪ Wow! ♪

- ♪ ATL! ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Where we at? ♪

Where we…

- ♪ ATL ♪
- ♪ ATL ♪



♪ ATL ♪

- ♪ We in the… ♪
- ♪ ATL ♪

- ♪ We in the ATL ♪
- ♪ ATL ♪

- Yes, sir!
- ♪ ATL ♪

- Atlanta, westside!
- ♪ ATL ♪

Westside, the motherfucking
best side, bitch!

Atlanta, what's happening?

Uh-oh!

Oh!

- This motherfucker lit good.
- Ooh.

This shit look good.

Look at this shit, looking like
Morris Brown in this motherfucker!

What it look like?

♪ We got a
band in the ATL ♪

♪ They playing music
And they playing that shit oh so swell ♪

♪ We in the ATL
You know we do it big ♪

♪ This is The 85 South
Show And we the shit ♪

♪ We got a lady on the violin
That's playing strings ♪

♪ We got a nigga on the horn
He be bah-bah-ing ♪

♪ We got a nigga on the drums
He be drumming good ♪

♪ We got my
nigga J.O.N. ♪

- ♪ He be screamin' "uh!" ♪
- ♪ Hold up ♪

♪ Hold up, Chico
Let me take you to my hood, ya dig? ♪

♪ Adamsville, Zone 4, yeah
Where it's all good, ya dig? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Martin Luther
King, Bankhead ♪

♪ Them girls over there
Their coochie… stankin' ♪

♪ What? No!
Hold up, no, uh-uh ♪

♪ What? No!
Uh-uh! Hold up ♪

She from Echo
Ridge, that shit stank!

♪ What? No,
uh-uh, no, hold up ♪

- Talk to 'em, Lous.
- Hold up.

Hold up. Y'all think it's a game.
Stop. Stop everything.

- Hold up. Stop everything.
- Yo.

- You think it's a game.
- What?

I got a Black girl
that play the violin.

- You're bullshitting.
- Watch.

Turn it back up, watch this!

Beethoven ain't got shit on you.

Yo.

- ♪ A-T-L-A-N-T-A ♪
- Give me one more and one below.

- Yo, I like that.
- Yeah, I like that.

Do the high pitch.

- Damn!
- Ooh!

Do that one more time.
That sounded like good head. Do that.

I had some head
sounded like that one time.

She must've just brushed her teeth
if the head sounded like that.

I don't want head like that.

Don't it look like
her titties kept playing in the car?

She separated 'em.
"Get over there, get over there."

"I'm sick of this."

I bet when you take
that goddamn bra off,

your titties drop
like an old-school rapper.

How y'all feel?

This shit crazy!

Y'all might as
well enjoy yourself.

You know your car
getting broke into tonight.

We are in Atlanta,
the home of…

You gotta roll your windows down
and unlock your car

so your shit don't
get broke into.

- It's my birthday!
- Who birthday?

Not with that dress on.

- Shit… yes, it is.
- You went to Party City, you trippin'.

Wait a fucking minute.

She stood up and said,
"It's my birthday!"

Her nigga said,
"Don't look hard."

Nigga, you know I don't want her.
You don't even half want her.

Here in a little turtleneck.
Nigga look like a priest.

He told me don't look at her,
but his girl about to hug DC.

You a terrible boyfriend.

Don't worry about
it. Sit on down.

See? You arguing with me,
and she over there being for the streets.

Yeah, it's all good.

She got that lip ring.
She got two of them.

You ain't changed
them since you got them.

Hey, she gonna cheat on you, my nigga.
It's over with.

I think she about to cheat.

- ♪ I think she about to cheat ♪
- ♪ She got fungus on her lip ring ♪

- ♪ I think she about to cheat ♪
- ♪ Ooh, she got fungus on her lip ring ♪

♪ She got fungus
on her lip ring? ♪

♪ She ain't changed
it since 2013 ♪

♪ She keep
giving niggas head ♪

I'll take a picture.

Talkin' about, "Let's go."
Saggy-ass titties.

I'm just only saying what I see.

On some real
shit, it do look like

somebody grabbed her titties,
squeezed, and let them go.

Hey, Fly, what is Atlanta?

Atlanta. That's it.

- Fulton County.
- Now we're in College Park.

College Park is College Park.

College Park is not Atlanta.

It's like, you know…
It's College Park.

'Cause I'm from
Atlanta. I went to APS.

- Atlanta Public Schools.
- Okay.

Fulton County, westside,
APD ride on my street.

You can't tell
me nothing, bitch.

So, what constitutes
being from Atlanta?

They say if you were born
at Grady, Crawford Long,

Georgia Baptist, you
know what I'm saying?

- Okay.
- That's really Atlanta hospitals.

When you leave the hospital,
your house gotta be in Atlanta too.

I'mma tell you the easiest way.

Everything inside of 285…

Is Atlanta.

- Most of it.
- Supposed to be.

Most of it.

Look at all them
niggas from outside 285.

Fuck y'all pussy-ass niggas!

I put my work in.

Nah, this College Park.
This shit different.

- What's different?
- See, like, in Atlanta…

- They break into your car. Mm-hm.
- Right.

In College Park,
they take shit off your car.

They taking all
kinds of shit down here.

I seen a nigga snatch a nigga food
at the food court. They not playing.

Jesus, you mean to tell me
you break in a car in Atlanta,

but in College Park, they gonna steal
your catalytic converter off your shit?

No, in College Park, they do shit like
they'll take the whole tire off,

and steal your baby seat.

Damn!

These niggas down here do shit like
bust your window and lock your door.

Know what type of nigga
you got to be to steal baby clothes?

"Hey, bro, I got couple of 2Ts and 3Ts
if you need them."

Somebody need them.

Shit real.

My homeboy, they
busted his window out.

- No!
- Stole the baby seat.

He put some plastic up.

I guess it was the same niggas.
They came out and bust his plastic out.

He must've did something.
They had a problem with him.

Won't let that
nigga have plastic.

Man! Look at
this shit, man.

We are in Atlanta with all these
beautiful Black people in here.

Looks like a cold-ass graduation
in this motherfucker.

Shit look lit! Look at all these niggas.
Who got some weed?

Fuck that bullshit.
What's happening?

Where my focus at?

I'm through smoking weed.
That shit done got too strong.

Why you say that? Why you say
the weed got too strong, Karlous?

That shit done
got too strong, bro.

I know they put
that fen-phen in it.

'Cause I was high the other day,

fucked around and ordered
a pregnancy pillow, nigga.

- The one that you lay between the legs?
- Nigga…

That ain't really a bad idea.

I'm at home taking naps
like I'm ten months.

And I done got used to it.
I done laid my nuts off the side.

That shit's good though.

I can deal with the weed.
I just can't fuck with the edibles.

I can't do the edibles.
I'mma tell the story.

Karlous gave me
an edible one time,

shit made me start smoking
regular weed for three years.

I went in the bathroom, looked in
the mirror, my eyelashes flew off my face.

Nigga, I was like,
"Nigga, I'm trippin'!"

Fuck that. I
ain't fucking with no edibles.

I used to pop pills, nigga.
I'm really from the trenches.

Martin Luther King.
Stop playing with me.

Hamilton E Holmes, boy,
was my train station.

Martin Luther King would not approve
of you popping no goddamn pills, nigga.

Just saying, it's a long-ass ride
when you come from Five Points.

That's an hour and a half.
You gotta be on something.

See, you didn't even catch that.

See, only a nigga from Atlanta,
when he tell you five different things

that ain't got shit to do
with he talking about,

that mean he serious as fuck
about what he about to say.

Hell you talking about?

Martin Luther King, my grandma
house purple. Fuck you talking about?

Fell off my bike
when I was seven.

Got in a fight with Lil Tay-Tay.
What the fuck you talking about?

Real nigga shit.

No cap.

Ain't nobody's threw
me no weed, bruh.

Goddamn. I said,
"Let me get a three-five!"

These white folks
ain't gonna do nothing to you.

They scared. They're like,
"Oh no, I don't wanna get locked up."

Just throw it, ain't nobody gonna see
who threw it. Just throw it far.

I go to see, and I'm like,
"There goes my weed."

Niggas smarter than that.
They ain't bringing no weed in here.

Soon as they saw the goddamn
Convention Center, they were like,

"Hell, no, boy,
them Fed charges."

Well, we're in Atlanta, boy, somebody's
got an ounce in their nuts right now.

Just going through the aisle,
"You straight, my boy?"

This nigga said you got a whole ounce
in your nuts. Nobody wanna smoke that.

I got that za.
You straight, Baba?

Nigga
fucking around…

He look like he work
at Enterprise. Ugly-ass…

Who work at Enterprise?

This bald-headed nigga right here.
That nigga work at Enterprise.

"We got three cars left."

That nigga look like the bad guy
off a Tyler Perry movie.

He look like that nigga cheat on his wife
in a Tyler Perry movie.

He was watching you.

For real? This is how my city gonna do?
Ain't nobody gonna throw a nigga no weed?

I went to Minnesota, I said,

"Throw me some weed."
Them niggas was like…

They threw it. Why
y'all looking like an Easter egg hunt?

"Where the weed, y'all?"

- Not no pre-rolled. That shit...
- Hell nah.

I'm from the city. You got me fucked up.
That shit got a Percocet 30 in it.

Hell nah.

Stop. Turn the music off. Stop.

- Yeah.
- See?

This is what I'm mad at.

And you can tell they just rolled
that blunt 'cause it is still wet.

Ugh!

Don't nobody want that shit.

Yeah, that shit got drugs in it.

Give it back to the community!

Only at The 85 South Show

will you get a blunt thrown
in your direction in your section.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Crazy part about it is
somebody caught it with one hand.

That nigga caught that motherfucker.
He's sniffing it. Don't smoke that shit!

You fuck around and smoke that shit,
you gonna be…

Somebody gonna unravel that.

How many 85 South Show
fans, 85-percenters we got in here tonight?

- That fuck with us for real.
- That got the app.

So if you're a real 85-percenter,
you know what that picture mean.

What that mean right there?

Look how Marvin
is looking at you.

He's looking
at you for some shit.

What? He's looking
at me for some shit?

No, that nigga gonna be looking
at you later, like, "Bitch, you done…"

- This…
- Catch my breath…

What the hell are you doing?

I'm hot, nigga!

Nigga, we are
shooting a special,

and you is doing
your OnlyFans content on stage.

I'm trying to get
some more followers, dig?

Y'all some freaky-ass ladies,

y'all like niggas that's built
like ex-drug addicts and shit.

Ha, ha!

Oh, I know… Oh. Oh.

- You talkin' 'bout me?
- Yeah.

You know you built like you used
to be in a wheelchair or something.

No offense to the people
who still in them.

Your ass gonna be on Depends
in three more years.

- Well, that just depends.
- Hey. Stop.

We supposed to be brothers.

Shut up, nigga, you got a leather shirt on
like you paint pictures.

I had to wear some leather,
nigga, this shit is nice.

Nigga tryin' to look serious as hell
with his trench coat.

That nigga be lying,
telling everybody he do real estate.

That nigga just started.

That's that coat Dave Chappelle had on
when he was a crackhead on his show.

That's that Tyrone Biggums
jacket he got on.

- What?
- What the fuck?

- Why you start playing that music, nigga?
- I didn't no what to do.

Nigga hit the porno music.

I went into crackhead mode,
I didn't know what to do.

Nigga, you don't see that,
we went all out for this show.

- Yes, we did.
- I got a nigga on a tuba.

When the last time you even seen a tuba,
since you was in 9th or 10th grade?

They
found that nigga at Morris Brown.

I had to fly all the way to New Orleans
to find a nigga on a tuba, nigga.

Okay, play that bitch again.

That nigga just farted.

Hold up, gimme some tuba, nigga.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we present to you

the baddest band
in all of the land,

led by the one and only,
John "Loose-leg" Whitfield.

Stop fucking with me, my degree.

- Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Unh! Unh! Unh!

I was like, y'all niggas was in the band?
I ain't know what the fuck to do.

I just did the
only thing I…

- Yeah, I play drums.
- You did?

- Yeah.
- You know how to play the drums?

- Man, what?
- Figure…

Well, play something, then.

- Play something, then.
- That nigga ain't finna do shit.

- Lous gonna give you some.
- Kick us some shit.

Let's hear it.

This nigga don't
know what the drums is.

♪ Come on, y'all ♪

♪ Get on up! ♪

♪ Get on down! ♪

♪ Get on up!
I said get on down! ♪

♪ I said I don't know why
Everybody's mad at me ♪

♪ Being out here… ♪

Play that shit!

Ooh!

♪ Come on, y'all, get it!
Huh! ♪

♪ Give it to me now ♪

♪ One, two,
three, hit me! ♪

♪ Hit me! ♪

♪ Okay! ♪

What's that one right there?

♪ Everybody in the house tonight
Put your hands in the sky tonight ♪

- ♪ That's it ♪
- ♪ Booyaka ♪

♪ ATL, we're in here
Party like this is the new year ♪

♪ Say get on
down, get on up ♪

♪ Party, everybody
You know we don't stop ♪

♪ Watch me now! ♪

♪ Gave her a Phillie,
here's to my billi ♪

♪ Lady right there
Got the real long titties ♪

♪ Everybody know it,
everybody know it ♪

♪ I hope it don't fall out
'Cause you gonna show it ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

Goddamn it!

Hey!

That's how you do it!

Don't play with that boy.
Look, that nigga sitting right there,

"He was playing that
shit for real?" Yeah.

That couch stink.

Look at all y'all
freaky-ass ladies.

Ladies, y'all better stop,
you screaming here with a nigga like,

"Bitch, don't you ever goddamn
make no noise like that for no nigga."

There's some freaky-ass women
in here, boy.

Y'all like niggas
that's shaped like gunshot victims?

I know you ain't talkin'.

Nigga drinks Ensures in the morning.
Shut your ass…

- Wait!
- "Give me two of them Ensures…"

Stop!

We supposed to be brothers.

No, but for real,
you built like…

- A healthy crackhead.
- Yeah…

I'm built like
T.I. when he walk.

I'm just gonna just…

What you say, partner?

Don't he look
like he about to say,

"Nephew, I ain't on that shit
no more, look at me!"

All right now, Karlous, you get two more.

"Hand me two of them Ensures
out that small refrigerator right there."

Two more? I
only got two more?

- What about Chico, look at his back.
- Aw, lord!

Now y'all niggas
gonna put me in it.

You better keep roasting me.

Leave me alone, DC,
you built like a curling iron, nigga.

Nigga, you go swimming with all
your clothes on. Ugly-ass boy, the fuck?

Boy, you look like
a windshield wiper.

Chico, you keep that hat on 'cause
the top of your head got a soft spot.

Ha!

Boy got cradle cap!

Ha!

Hey, fuck you!

Talking 'bout, "That's dandruff."
That's cradle cap!

It was cold that day, I had to
wash my shit. Fuck y'all niggas.

That nigga need to
drink some breast milk.

- We friends now.
- Y'all friends again, oh.

- Good fucking job, assholes.
- You know we got to talk shit about you.

Your shirt got a shirt on.

Nigga, this is leather.

Trying to hide that back.

If I got shot, you got hit by a car.
I don't give a fuck.

I mean, I'll take that.

I'll take that.

- Goddamn it.
- Show them folks your spine.

Yeah.

You're built like a coffee straw,
get out of here.

Ooh!

Real shit, DC, you are built like you just
learned how to walk two years ago.

Man, you got arthritis in your kneecaps.
Ugly-ass boy, what the fuck?

You a old-ass nigga.

Both of y'all age together
is 150, say something.

"He finna keep your boy young,
keep fucking with me. Let go!"

Fuck you.

Hey DC, you built like them things
that be at the car dealership.

You look just like that bitch.

Boy, your back look like
a Church's biscuit, ugly-ass!

Mr. Ensure, you wanna
say something else?

Boy, you don't get your ass out of here,
looking like Not Smoke.

- What did you say?
- Not Pop Smoke, that's Not Smoke.

Not Smoke?

- Boy!
- Whitney!

- What?
- Whitney.

- Oh yeah.
- Old-ass nigga.

When you go to sleep, boy,
you got a pillow for your legs.

"Prop my feet up, I
need to get it up."

Hey, you got a pillow for your back?
Ugly-ass mother…

Don't let him do
that, bruh, told ya.

What? Chico,
your head big as hell.

Nigga, I don't
give a fuck, what?

- Yeah, nigga.
- Look, Karlous. Karlous, look!

This how big
this nigga pillow is.

You see it.

Matter fact, DC, you built like
this braid, nigga, fuck outta here.

You built like my braid.

Tell the folks why
you ain't never play football.

Everybody in the crowd laughed
when you took your hat off.

Except that one girl right there.
She was like, "Ooh."

I don't give a
fuck, y'all ladies.

You know you look like this
under that wig. Stop bullshittin'.

- Facts.
- You peel that lace front back…

- You got the Chico Bean under your shit.
- Facts.

Who be braiding your hair?
They need to be sued.

You mad 'cause
I only gotta pay half price.

"We're gonna be
starting in the middle."

Shit.

Ladies, if you look down
at Chico eating your pussy,

it's gonna look like
you're having a baby.

Shit, you look down
at me eating your pussy,

you'll think it's
two different niggas eating it,

'cause I'm bald in the front,
braids in the back.

That's crazy, bruh.

The front of your head looks
like Squidward's house. Ugly-ass…

"No, SpongeBob."

Leave my nigga alone, bruh.

That's what the fuck we do here. This
is The 85 South Show.

We don't give a fuck
what you built like.

- I do.
- We'll talk about your ass.

Don't you think you can just
come up on me, "DC, I love you…"

Stop doing that, 'cause that ain't gonna
stop nobody from fuckin' with you.

I don't give a fuck.

Sometimes people don't even
know what's wrong with you.

Don't be insecure
about your flaws.

I fucked with a girl
damn near two years

before I found out
she ain't have but one hand.

Ha-ha-ha.

Nah, she used to keep it
pulled up in her shirt.

I just thought she was cold.

What the fuck, man?

So you ain't never
see her take no bath?

How did you find out
the hand was gone?

She had to open her iPhone,
and she had it set on the fingerprint.

But she just used
the whole thing.

- Fuck y'all.
- I don't give a fuck.

- I used to talk to…
- I stopped fuckin' with her.

It didn't even have
shit to do with her hand.

I didn't give a
fuck about that shit.

I broke up with her.
She talked too bad to me.

What she say, bro?

- She said she couldn't handle me.
- No…

Know what you shoulda told her?

Think about it.

I fucked with a bitch who had
a hip replacement. I ain't know.

And she had a cane,
'cause when she first came to my room,

she was leanin' on the cane.

I'm looking through the peephole,
"There go that bitch." I open the door,

she came through, "Excuse me."
I was like, "Hold up."

"You at the wrong door."

- How she come in?
- But I fucked her, though.

How?

I put that cane on that stand,
and we got busy.

- I think we got a special guest, though.
- Who?

This my dawg, bruh.

This my motherfuckin' day one,
you dig what I'm sayin'?

This motherfucker really opened the game
and paved the way for the new young niggas

and really put that flow
on the motherfuckin' map.

This nigga got hit
after motherfuckin' hit.

ATL, y'all make some
noise for my day one,

Rich Homie Quan!

Hey!

- Yo!
- Hey!

♪ Did a lot of shit
Just to live this here ♪

♪ Lifestyle ♪

♪ We came straight from the bottom
To the top ♪

♪ My lifestyle ♪

♪ And I'm livin' life like a beginner
But this is only the ♪

♪ Beginnin' ♪

♪ I'm on the top of the mountain
Puffin' on clouds and niggas still ♪

♪ Beginnin' ♪

♪ I do it for my daddy ♪

♪ I do it for my mama ♪

♪ Them long nights I
swear to God, I do it for the come up ♪

♪ And well I be beating on my chest
In the jungle, aye ♪

♪ Money on money
I got commas in every bank ♪

♪ Sunday through Monday
I been grindin' with no sleep ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from
me Like, "No way" ♪

♪ Thugger Thugger, everyone a brother
You don't want no trouble trouble ♪

♪ Or you can get these fists
Knuckle knuckle ♪

♪ Buckle up like a seatbelt
Or I'll shoot ya ♪

♪ Punchin' on the gas ♪

- ♪ Too fast ♪
- ♪ And I lose ya ♪

- ♪ I want a bed ♪
- ♪ I'll do her ♪

- ♪ I want a head ♪
- ♪ Medusa ♪

♪ I swear a nigga gone
'Cause this strong I'm blowin' super ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ Grindin' for a new day ♪

- ♪ Hey, what we doin'? ♪
- ♪ Skatin' ♪

♪ Like that nigga Lupe ♪

♪ Hey, I'm on the
top just like toupee ♪

- ♪ Hey, I'm in her mouth just like ♪
- ♪ Toothpaste ♪

♪ So let's sing to her ♪

♪ Did a lot of
shit just to live ♪

♪ This here lifestyle ♪

♪ Let's go! ♪

♪ And we came straight from the
bottom To the top ♪

♪ My lifestyle ♪

♪ And I'm livin' life like a beginner
But this is only the ♪

♪ Beginnin' ♪

♪ I'm on the top of the mountain
Puffin' on clouds and niggas still ♪

♪ Beginnin' ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ Uh-oh ♪

What it do in this motherfucker?

Talk your shit, yo.

♪ I say a lot of "what it do"
In this motherfucker ♪

♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ I say a lot of "what it do"
In this motherfucker ♪

Aw, that's hard.

That's hard.

If you're from Atlanta,
I know you know this.

You're gonna
know it when I do it.

♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ My niggas been hustlin'
Trying to make him something ♪

- ♪ Ain't no telling what he'll do… ♪
- ♪ For the paper ♪

♪ Ain't no telling ♪

♪ Soufflé, I'm straight
I steak my plate ♪

♪ Sade, I'm a
smooth operator ♪

♪ I drop the top of
my whip, baby! ♪

♪ That car I'm driving
Make you feel some… ♪

♪ Type of way ♪

- ♪ That custom Breitling make you feel ♪
- ♪ Some type of way ♪

♪ This bitch I'm with got me feelin'
Some type of way ♪

♪ Is it 'cause my homies rich
You feel some type of way? ♪

♪ Some type of way
Make you feel some type of way ♪

♪ This bitch I'm with
Feelin' some type of way ♪

♪ Is it 'cause my homies rich
You feel some ♪

♪ Type of way? ♪

♪ Okay, now let's be real
I know you feel some type of way ♪

♪ When I get to biting on her ear
She make that Tyson face ♪

♪ Don't look like that ♪

♪ I drop down to my knees
Thankful for life today ♪

- ♪ Thank you, Lord ♪
- ♪ No naps, just long sleep ♪

♪ Hibernate ♪

♪ I can tell if he
12, right away ♪

♪ Go through hell 'cause I care
Move you far away ♪

♪ Drop you off late
Know he feel some type of way ♪

♪ I got hoes like golf
Tryna make what Tiger makes ♪

♪ I got a hideaway ♪

♪ And I go there sometimes
To give my mind a break ♪

♪ See, I find a way ♪

♪ To still get through the struggle
What I'm tryna say ♪

♪ And I ain't lying today
When I tell you that I love… ♪

♪ My niggas been hustlin'
Trying to make him something ♪

♪ Ain't no telling
What he'll do for the paper ♪

♪ Ain't no telling ♪

♪ Soufflé, I'm straight
I steak my plate ♪

♪ Sade, what we
do? What we do? ♪

♪ I drop the top of
my whip, baby! ♪

♪ That car I'm driving make you feel
Some type of way ♪

♪ That custom Breitling make you feel
Some type of way ♪

♪ This bitch I'm with
Got me feelin' some type of way ♪

♪ Is it 'cause my homies rich
You feel some type of way? ♪

♪ Some type of way
Make you feel some type of way ♪

♪ Heard she wanna fuck me
Know you feel some type of way ♪

♪ Mr. CEO is
what my title say ♪

♪ Me and my homies G'd your ho
He feel some type of way ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ Uh-oh ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Don't look like that ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Thank you, Lord ♪

♪ Hey, yo ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go ♪

Yo, that right too.

Hold that shit, hold up.

Yeah.

Y'all make some noise
for Rich Homie Quan in this motherfucker.

That's how we livin'.

We needed that little
musical interlude.

- My man, you in here with the white lady?
- That's his lady.

- That's what's up, slim. Salute to you.
- What you talking about?

- My man with the white lady right there.
- Like I said…

They both got glasses on too.

That's what Martin Luther King fought
for. That's his wife.

See, I'm too goofy, man.

I couldn't do it. I
never been with a white woman before.

I don't think
nothin' wrong with it.

But I just couldn't do it
'cause I'm too goofy.

If I had a white woman, I wouldn't
fuck her to nothing but Negro spirituals.

♪ Ain't gonna let
nobody turn me round ♪

♪ Turn me round ♪

- Gotta smack that ass.
- ♪ Turn me round ♪

- It's for my ancestors.
- ♪ I'm gonna keep on marchin' ♪

♪ Keep on a-lickin' ♪

♪ Marchin' up to
freedom land ♪

Make sure you keep
your church shoes on.

How long you been married?

- Five years.
- Five years.

Hey, bruh, real…
real Black-man shit.

- Can she cook, bruh?
- Oh yeah!

What can she make
that can't nobody fuck with?

- Raisins.
- Don't look at her.

- Don't look at her.
- Raisins?

Raisins from scratch.

That ain't nothing but dried grapes.
You ain't gotta cook them!

- She can make steak better than anybody?
- I feel sorry for you.

You get a white lady,
you make sure she feed you steak.

Don't settle for nothing less.

You sure you're not kidnapped, my boy?
Look at me. You straight?

Move your
eyebrows. Are you…?

Do she have you chained
up by the ankles?

Ever
since that one movie came out,

it got me looking
at white people different.

- They be stealing Black people's bodies.
- They do.

What if her granddaddy already…
"I want him."

"I want him."

You don't know
you're being set up,

her granddaddy like,
"I'm gonna get that Black one there."

- "Go 'head, Ashley, get him."
- Where y'all meet at?

Iron Skillet?

- Hold up, what…
- That's a truck stop on Bankhead.

- Iron Skillet?
- "So you say you want some cocaine?"

We just fuckin' with you, bruh.

What's y'all favorite place to eat?
Cracker Barrel?

Shut the…

Yeah.

- I'm asking a question!
- He just was being inquisitive.

He wants to know.

I would like to know as well.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I mean…

I used to eat raisins,
'cause that was all a nigga had.

No cap. I used to eat raisins,
'cause that was all a nigga had.

All you had was raisins?

I always wanted grapes,
but she said, "Raisins in the box."

That's when I realized
they was dried grapes.

And I was like,
"These some good dried grapes."

- Boy, what the fuck?
- Grew up rough.

I told you I used
to eat sardines.

Then I found out,
nigga, that's dead fish.

What you thought they was
before you found out?

I just thought it was meat,
that's what they told me.

Meat with eyes, I was…

- Yeah.
- Bruh, you had a hard-ass life.

Bruh, I grew up with parents
who was children of slaves.

- What?
- I'mma say that again.

I grew up with parents
who were children of slaves.

- He got them old parents.
- Oh.

Yeah.

My daddy had me
when he was 61, nigga.

My grandmama
was… a slave.

- Boy, your daddy had you when he was 61?
- No cap.

Nigga, you was supposed to have
been born 35 years earlier…

When he nutted, won't nobody
in there with me. It was just me.

- You was the only sperm left?
- The only nigga.

I was like, "Don't
nobody wanna come?"

"Okay. Shit.
This is easy!"

Well, welcome to the world,
DC Young Fly. I'm glad you was in there.

How old… Do you
got any siblings?

- Who?
- You?

Nigga, I was a
great uncle at nine.

So how old is
your oldest sibling?

How old is my older
sibling right now?

- I think he's 69.
- Sixty-nine?

That's that motherfuckin'
grandbrother, nigga.

A nigga got that grandbrother.

This is my grandbrother.

You better not laugh, bitch.
You better not…

You imagine, your
kids come home,

and they done
got into it at school,

and they like,
"He went and got his big brother."

"What grade his
big brother in?"

"His big brother's 47."

"His big brother
whupped both our ass."

I remember one time, I got my brother
to come fight with me one time.

My crackhead brother.

They ain't get mad, like, "I know
that nigga, serve him all the time."

I'm like, "Nigga…"

Wait till he get on crack,
that nigga get strong.

- Oh my God.
- I couldn't even imagine going to get my…

get a crackhead brother
to help you fight.

Especially if you done caught him
right off the crack…

"Little bruh, somebody
fuckin' with you?"

"Well, let's proceed.
Where they at?"

Man, on everything I love,
I seen my brother get punched,

and that shit
didn't even faze him.

Nigga got…
Nigga hit the dope…

"Nigga… Ah!"

"Nigga, that's
all you got?"

I said, "Ooh, that cocaine, boy,
gave that nigga a steel jaw."

What's going on?

- I fuck with this side over here.
- That side over there?

This side over here
all right, right here.

I don't know, I think I might
fuck with this side right here, this.

This that westside, I can tell.
Y'all from Martin Luther King!

Ain't nothing fuckin'
with the middle.

The middle where it's at.

- [Karlous I don't know.
- The middle where it's at.

Wait a fuckin' minute.

Don't ever let them
be louder than y'all.

I said I'm fuckin' with
this side over here.

Everybody here got suspended,
I don't know what y'all talkin' about.

Everybody on this
side, make some noise.

- Sit your ass down, ma'am.
- Yeah, nigga.

You can't hear.

Like I said, ain't
nobody fuckin' with the middle!

♪ Ain't nobody fuckin'
with the middle ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Who? ♪

♪ I said ain't nobody
Fuckin' with the middle ♪

♪ Row ♪

You got me fucked up.

I want this side
to repeat after me. Listen.

♪ You got me fucked up ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Boy, y'all sound
fuckin' terrible over there.

Don't worry, this the children's choir.
We workin' on it.

We gonna get it together.

Hey, middle, what
we gonna tell 'em?

♪ Nigga, please ♪

White man, you
better not say nothin'!

♪ Nigga, please ♪

That nigga like this,
"Uh-uh, I won't say that."

Is it our turn?

Yeah!

I need everybody
over here to say…

- I need y'all to say…
- Thought that's what you want them to say.

♪ Y'all ain't
fuckin' with us ♪

♪ Y'all ain't
fuckin' with us ♪

♪ I said, y'all ain't
fuckin' with us ♪

Thinkin' about that.

♪ Y'all ain't
fuckin' with us ♪

♪ Shit ♪

♪ Shit ♪

♪ I said, shit ♪

♪ Shit ♪

♪ I said, shit ♪

♪ Shit ♪

♪ I said, shit ♪

♪ Shit ♪

That was it?

- That's all we gotta say.
- Look.

♪ Y'all coochie stink ♪

- Okay, it's our turn.
- ♪ Y'all coochie stink ♪

♪ Y'all coochie stink ♪

All right, this is gonna be specifically
for the people on that side, okay.

I need everybody
over here to say…

♪ Y'all suck dick
for cigarettes ♪

♪ Y'all suck dick
for cigarettes ♪

♪ Y'all suck dick
for cigarettes ♪

♪ Y'all suck dick
for cigarettes ♪

Whoa, hey.

No.

♪ What the fuck is wrong
With both sides? ♪

♪ What the fuck is wrong
With both sides? ♪

♪ I said What
the fuck is wrong with both sides? ♪

♪ What the fuck is wrong
With both sides? ♪

Got something for y'all.

Y'all gotta listen to me.
Wait till I'm done.

♪ Y'all got a car
in the front yard ♪

♪ And it don't work ♪

♪ Y'all got a car
in the front yard ♪

♪ And it don't work ♪

Ooh!

♪ Y'all got a car
in the front yard ♪

♪ And it don't work ♪

♪ Y'all got a car
in the front yard ♪

♪ And it don't work ♪

Y'all ain't shit for
trying to sing that shit at the end.

What?

DC.

This how your little cousin be.

When he get
that new keyboard for Christmas.

- That's Bryan.
- That's Bryan-Michael Cox right there.

That's Bryan-Michael
Cox right there.

And if you don't know
who Bryan-Michael Cox is,

then you's a sucka.

- That's the OG right there.
- One of the greatest to ever do it.

Show 'em what you do, baby.

Come on, Bryan.
We gonna take 'em to church.

♪ That is
Bryan-Michael Cox ♪

♪ That nigga
ain't got on socks ♪

Oh shit.

I will dance with your auntie
off this shit.

- Guess what?
- Where an old Black woman at?

- Goddamn it, I'mma…
- Uh-oh. Where she at?

You gotta get
somebody real…

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

♪ Drop it like
it's hot, Auntie ♪

♪ Drop it like it's
hot, Auntie, unh! ♪

♪ Drop it like it's
hot, Auntie, unh! ♪

Unh! Oh!

Ooh! Oh!

Oh, that's good!

Y'all
turn this shit…

Turn this shit off immediately.

- Turn this shit off.
- We went down the wrong aisle. Shit!

Chico, you about to fuck around and be
somebody step-granddaddy in this bitch.

Boy, I was scared for you when she put
that big old pussy on you, I was scared.

Nah, that pussy big
as a baseball glove, you saw it.

Ah!

She got that
hind-catcher glove down there.

Oh!

Auntie! Who you
came with, baby?

- My nephew right there.
- Who your nephew is?

In the… In the middle?

Why the fuck you ain't tell us
your auntie was out there, nigga?

Poppin' that pussy
for a real nigga…

I don't like to explain shit.

She used to fuck with my uncle,
then she quit fuckin' with him.

But then I saw her, and she told me
she was still my auntie, so…

- Yeah, that's usually how it go.
- Damn.

Your family is full of freaks.

All right.

Hoo!

You keep tryin' to fuck
with them grown women,

they gonna have you over there
eatin' pussy and making potato salad.

"Go on, I need you to cut up
eight big potatoes, baby."

You know old ladies say "buh-tatuhs."
"You gotta cut up eight big buh-tatuhs."

- This shit is turnt up, man.
- This shit crazy, bruh.

I ain't never been down through here,
this shit look like a megachurch tonight.

This where Jimi be
playin', 2 Chainz…

I'm about to come out like,

"Ladies and gentlemen,
we've raised over $1 million

for the African-American
Scholarship Foundation."

Yes, indeed.

Banneker.

Don't this feel like
a megachurch for real?

I feel like I could
really be a megachurch pastor 'cause…

You talkin'… You
poppin' your shit.

I feel like that's
one of the easiest jobs.

Amen.

You don't gotta
really say nothing.

Reverend Karlous Miller.

All you gotta do is come out
and say the same thing two times.

And convince everybody
that it sounds good.

The floor is yours,
Reverend Karlous Miller.

Megachurch pastor come out
and say something just like this.

It be exactly like this.

See, this…

that's the problem

with our people
right here today.

We got people in
the congregation,

in the church
with us right now…

Amen.

We got some people
in here today that's

tryin' to stay

where they don't live.

Amen.

And we got people tryin' to live

where they don't stay.

I wish I could talk to just
one person in here tonight.

I said you
either stayin'…

or you livin'.

And you either livin'…

Y'all ain't heard nothing I said.
I said, you either…

stayin'…

or you livin'.

You either livin'…

You see how it can't be both?

I said, you see
how it can't be both?

I said, you see
how it can't be…

♪ You either livin' ♪

♪ You can't live
where you stay ♪

You cannot live
where you do not stay.

♪ You cannot
stay where you live ♪

You cannot stay…

♪ Ooh ♪

where you do not live.

♪ Livin' ♪

♪ Livin' ♪

♪ Livin' ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ You… ♪

♪ You been livin' ♪

♪ You either livin' ♪

♪ You… ♪

You've gotta be…

You gotta be.

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ You either stayin' ♪

♪ You either livin' ♪

♪ You either stayin' ♪

♪ Oh, you either livin' ♪

- To all the fellas in the house tonight…
- ♪ Can't live where you stay ♪

…if you stayin'
with a woman,

and she ain't payin'

all the bills,

and you just layin' up,

and she asks you why
you're not helping her with these bills,

I want you to look her
right in the face and say, "Baby,

I don't live here."

"I stay here."

'Cause you can't stay…

where you don't live.

♪ You can't stay
where you live, baby ♪

♪ How many people
Stayin' with God, yeah? ♪

- ♪ How many people live for Jesus? ♪
- Come on.

♪ Oh, you gotta stay with God
And live with Jesus ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

You feel that feeling?

See, you was playing at first,
then it got real.

♪ Can't stay where you live
Ooh ♪

I'mma get in.

♪ In the name
of the Lord ♪

♪ You can't stay
where you live ♪

- ♪ In the name ♪
- ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ In the name
of the Lord ♪

Some people say
gospel music has gotten too radical.

♪ Oh, we gonna
keep rollin' ♪

- Know what's funny?
- ♪ In the name of the Lord ♪

You gonna be
walking to the car like…

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ We rollin' ♪

♪ In the name
of the Lord ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

♪ Name of the… ♪

- ♪ Mighty name of the… ♪
- Chico got the Holy Thing.

♪ In the name of the… ♪

♪ Mighty name of the… ♪

♪ Glory name of
the J-E-S-U-S ♪

♪ Can't stay
where you live ♪

♪ To the J-E-S-U-S ♪

Chico
done caught the Spirit, Jesus!

♪ Can't stay where
you live, yeah ♪

♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

- ♪ Can't stay where you live ♪
- ♪ In the name… ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ In the name… ♪

♪ In the name… ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ In the name… ♪

Turn it off. Stop.

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- ♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- ♪ You can't stay where you live ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- ♪ You can't stay where you live ♪

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- ♪ Rollin' ♪

♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

I can't cut it off.
This the good part.

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- ♪ Rollin' ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S, U-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ In the name of the… ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ In the mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ Name of the… ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ In the name of the… ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

Why you supporting this?

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

♪ Everybody, J-E-S-U-S ♪

- ♪ Can't stay where you live ♪
- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪

- ♪ J-E-S-U-S ♪
- Stop this right now.

Stop.

Everybody put your instruments down.

♪ You can't stay
where you live ♪

What'd I say?

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ You can't stay
where you live, yeah ♪

Fuck me, then.

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ S-U-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ S-U-S ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ J-E ♪

♪ You can't stay
where you live ♪

Come on, stop.

Stop!

Who said add a guitar solo?

Y'all…

It's some
saxophone too? Stop.

Them niggas came to play.

That shit was smooth.

Everybody getting their little
part together on the song…

Them niggas came to play.

I bet if we'd say,
anybody wanna come down for benediction…

Anybody need prayer?

Can we bring out
one more special guest?

Ladies and gentlemen,
do me a favor.

Right here, Atlanta legends,
just stand up for me one time.

I need everybody in here
to stand up for me one time.

So we can welcome to the stage,
none other than…

Who?

- …Goodie Mob.
- Oh!

- Come on, what's up, y'all?
- Uh-oh.

♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ What's up? Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ Guess what? ♪

- ♪ Let's go! ♪
- ♪ We peel out sideways ♪

♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ We do 100 on the highways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Thank God for Fridays ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

♪ Say hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ We peel out sideways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ We do 100 on the highways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Thank God for Fridays ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Boy, I done
bought D's ♪

- ♪ Big body Benz car keys ♪
- ♪ Wid dis ♪

- ♪ Condos in the Cancun summer breeze ♪
- ♪ Wid dis ♪

♪ And you know,
doin' good fo' sho' ♪

♪ I'm gettin' rich too
Hollerin' out Calhoun know ♪

♪ Nigga, nickeled and dimed
And did dirt for dis ♪

♪ Do a show And
sweat up my good shirt for dis ♪

♪ I snap rap until my flows
Tried to hurt for this ♪

♪ So when I get me a lil' bit
I'mma wear my shit ♪

♪ And if I lose it
I ain't gonna cry about it ♪

♪ I ain't no dummy, goddammit
I ain't about to die about it ♪

♪ Fuck with me, though
I'll let a few fly ♪

- ♪ But don't you test me, boy ♪
- ♪ Because I about it ♪

- ♪ So I'm the major money maker ♪
- ♪ Man, fuck these haters ♪

♪ Keep yo' eyes on amounts
Accounts and some bankers ♪

♪ Get high, get fly
Till you get it, gettin' by ♪

♪ Don't switch, come on
T-Mo, get rich ♪

♪ From the bottom to the top
Now it's hot ♪

♪ Keepin' it heated, people about to see
They chasin' after cash in the ass ♪

♪ Suckers crash
On the blast from the past ♪

♪ Goodie Mob, Backbone and OutKast
Whatchu think this was, Black? ♪

♪ Take your sorry ass, watch me blow
Turnin' my lyrics in the flow ♪

♪ This is how it go, and it go
Perfect picture paintin' ♪

♪ Million dollar hold
In the Cascade, in the shade ♪

♪ Well, I'se gon' get paid to dis
Find a wife to dis ♪

♪ I'm bout to cut,
like a knife to dis ♪

♪ We 'bout to, we 'bout to
Top top, to get rich ♪

- ♪ We peel out sideways ♪
- ♪ Get rich ♪

- ♪ We do 100 on the highways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Thank God for Fridays ♪
- ♪ What's up? ♪

Yeah!

♪ Sign yo'
grill wid dis ♪

♪ We put the number two balls
Silk drawers wid dis ♪

♪ Crushed velvet
diamond cut ♪

♪ Tonight,
Gipp get woozy ♪

♪ Might step outside
And might catch me a floozie ♪

♪ Some loosey
double-stitched hoochie ♪

♪ While we
chase coochie ♪

♪ We the realest
down South, hot two ♪

♪ I'm in your
face like kabuki ♪

♪ Get krunk, don't be no lame-brain
Top Bankhead ♪

♪ Props, I'm prayin
wid dis, nigga ♪

- ♪ Boys on the ave ♪
- ♪ Throw shots to dis ♪

♪ Hoes in the
club flirt out to dis ♪

- ♪ State your name, baby ♪
- ♪ And get rich to dis ♪

- ♪ We peel out sideways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to dis ♪

- ♪ We do 100 on the highways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Thank God for Fridays ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
- ♪ Get rich to dis ♪

- ♪ We peel out sideways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to dis ♪

- ♪ We do 100 on the highways ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

- ♪ Thank God for Fridays ♪
- ♪ Get rich to this ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ One time, say, "uh" ♪

Yeah!

What's happening, College Park?

- What's up?
- Yessir!

What's up?

Southside!

God damn!

- Aw, yeah.
- That shit crazy.

- Hold up.
- Stop.

Stop.

Y'all show some love
for Goodie Mob, real shit.

And Rich Homie Quan.

Hold up. Before y'all go,
everybody stand up.

Everybody stand up
and put your phones up.

Put your lights in the air.

After
every show, we take a picture.

So we can show the history
we made tonight in the ATL.

All right, y'all ready?
Everybody got their lights up?

I
need everybody to smile extra hard.

- College Park!
- ATL!

We love everybody. South Shore,
we love y'all! Thank y'all so much!

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