CJ: |
Hey, what's up, Dogg? |
Madd Dogg: |
CJ, what's up, baby? Word. |
Paul: |
Resist, sunshine, you can do it, for me, eh? Fucking Northeners... No, Maccer! Fight the urge, think of...Thatcher! |
Reporter (Voice only): |
(not in subtitles) ...last month's one-hit wonder... |
Madd Dogg: |
You know it's my time again... |
CJ: |
I know, dude. So what's holding you back? |
Madd Dogg: |
Whoa, hold up, this his video? I gotta see this fool... |
Reporter (Voice only): |
(not in subtitles) We're going to be live on the set of OG Loc's... |
CJ: |
Hey, man, you clean now, you got nothing to worry about. |
Reporter (Voice only): |
(not in subtitles) We're going to be hanging with the homies... |
Madd Dogg: |
Man, that fake-ass Loc! |
CJ: |
Loc? But he's terrible! |
Madd Dogg: |
Motherfucker... I knew there was something familiar about those rhymes he was kicking. They're from my rhyme book! That's my money! And those are my 'hos! And that's my video he's shooting today! |
CJ: |
Okay. I say we make a cameo appearance. Just drop in, unannounced. |
Madd Dogg: |
Yeah, that's gangsta. C'mon. |
While CJ and Madd Dogg are set to leave, Maccer touches himself. |
Maccer: |
Thatcher, Thatcher...I love you, Maggie! I love you, Maggie! |
Paul: |
You ain't right in the head, mate. |
CJ and Madd Dogg leave the crib. |
CJ: |
Let's drop in on OG Loc, see if we can interrupt that video shoot and recoup some royalties! |
Madd Dogg: |
And my rhyme book! |
Madd Dogg: |
We're flying in style, baby! You got all the makings of a great manager, Carl! |
CJ: |
Save it until we're spending Loc's royalties! |
Madd Dogg: |
Tell me how a fake, busta phony like suck-ass Loc could make it in the rap game, CJ? |
CJ: |
Music business is changin', Dogg. It's all about dance routines and showmanship now. Any fake-ass idiot can get a record deal these days. |
Madd Dogg: |
So what am I supposed to do? |
CJ: |
Dogg, you got heart, you got natural style! You got ice cold gangstas running through your veins. Anybody can get a record deal, but only the genuine article can shake down the house! |
Madd Dogg: |
CJ, my man, you're a natural manager! |
CJ and Madd Dogg approach Loc being interviewed by SAN News. |
CJ: |
He being interviewed, huh? Okay, let's smash this party up! |
Madd Dogg: |
You fucking phonies! Sum' bitch! |
Loc hears Madd Dogg's voice and attempts to escape on a hovercraft. |
Madd Dogg: |
Gimme my rhyme book! Gimme back my chain! Gimme back my hoes! |
CJ: |
He bustin' out! Come on, Dogg, let's get him! |
CJ and Madd Dogg get into other hovercrafts and start chasing OG Loc, who's heading towards Santa Maria Beach. |
OG Loc: |
S-stay away from me! I thought we were friends! You're yesterday's news! Kids want Loc! L-O-C! |
CJ and Madd Dogg chase Loc until he reaches a dock in Verona Beach and ditches the hovercraft for a go-kart, with CJ and Madd Dogg doing the same. The chase now leads through Santa Maria Beach, Rodeo and Vinewood. |
OG Loc: |
Madd Dogg ain't nothing! Madd Dogg, you're a drunk-ass busta! The kids, they don't want you no more! You're washed up - both of you! Smoke is gonna deal with you pussies! |
OG Loc: |
(screams) Man, you can't prove nothing! |
CJ: |
Hey, Jeffrey, you a buster, straight bitch, you stabbed me and my brother in the back. |
OG Loc: |
Man, I'm an artiste! We all make mistakes, ain't that right, alkie? |
Madd Dogg: |
You ain't no artist! You's a buster, you's a fake! |
OG Loc: |
Man, I was going to give you credit on the next album! (grabs some money) Here, royalties! Take that, I got more, too! |
Madd Dogg: |
Little bitch, I should smack dogshit out your ass, break your face right here, motherfucker! |
Jimmy Silverman: |
Yeah, you phony! (laughs) Mr. Dogg, Jimmy Silverman, Blastin' Fools Records. |
CJ: |
Hold up, I'm the manager. You want to talk, talk to me. |
Jimmy Silverman: |
Oh, okay. Pleasure, gentlemen. Let's talk, alright? I need hits, I mean, hits! And what about this guy, this, uh...phony? I've got a good mind to sue his ass into next year. |
OG Loc: |
Man, get off me, you drunk! |
Loc drops Madd Dogg's rhyme book. |
CJ: |
Hey, Loc, go get us some lunch. |
Loc reaches out to grab the rhyme book, but Dogg stops him. |
Madd Dogg: |
'Scuse me, gangsta, I don't think so! |
OG Loc: |
Man, get outta here... |
Madd Dogg pushes Loc and grabs his rhyme book. |
OG Loc: |
Don't let him be pushing me! Don't be pushing me! |
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