Charm City Kings

When I get downstairs,

and walk in that back room, and see that bike...

it's just, like, "You my girlfriend."

Like, I'm talking to her, like...

"Yeah, we're gonna tear the streets up today."

This your boy, Stro, right here with it,

you feel me?

You know what's up with me, yo.

That's that bike life, yo.

M.N.C. fucking with it.

I start that bike up, it's like a nervous feeling.

My legs start to shake.

Maybe police chasin', maybe get hurt.

I think about everything.

But once I pull off,

all that feeling just goes out the window.

And it's just me, the world, the bike and the streets.

You already know anybody want it, we can bet it.

Like I said, nobody fuckin' with my young nigga, Stro.

M.N.C. boys, you already know we in the building.

Midnight, it's your boy, Blax. Let's get it.

Yo, Mouse, what's goin' on, Mouse?

Come on, hop on.

You got it. You got it.

Ain't you supposed to be home...

- taking care of Mama? - That's my brother!

- What you doin', Mouse? Oh, okay. - That's my brother!

You wanna be with the big boys?

I wanna be just like you when I grow up.

What you mean you wanna be like me, Mouse?

You're gonna be better than me, Mouse.

You're gonna be better.

If I see that sun, I know...

it's gonna be a good day.

Hey, yo,

we pass Winston already?

Ah! Shit.

Hey, yo, stop the bus.

You late.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

Seventy, take it or leave it, yo.

Can you start it?

It works.

So start it.

This nigga here.

Hey, yo, how you getting it home?

I'm ridin' it.

Them knockers thick over this way.

Let 'em try and catch me.

You got five minutes.

He doesn't show up, I'm takin' you in.

Yeah, that's Rivers' little protege over there.

That Baltimore Buddy Program's a little more responsibility

than he thought.

Glad I didn't do that shit.

Thanks for callin', man.

Said you're his mentor, so I took a flyer.

So, what happened here?

Caught him on his quad.

Public street. Detained him.

Last thing I need is this headache

right before a shift change.

You wanna take him off our hands?

God bless.

Just drop me 'round this corner.

Why?

Mama can't see me gettin' outta no cop car with a dirt bike.

Gotta stash it.

You know you can sit up front.

Snitches ride shotgun.

Look, I don't mind helping you out.

Always have been.

But I ain't no damn get-out-of-jail-free card.

What you good for, then?

I don't know.

Stuff you can't take to your mama.

Things you might want a man to hear you out on.

I'm pretty good at advice.

Shit like that.

Like a big brother?

Hey, your brother's death was tragic.

It breaks my heart that he never got a second chance.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you

and that I got your back.

Just not for police stuff.

Can we listen to something else?

- Oh, what? You don't like this? - No.

I can't hear you, man. You've got to speak up.

- What'd you say? - I don't like this.

- Huh? - I said I don't like it.

Oh, you said you wanna hear what I got.

No, that ain't what I said, bro.

Now you can get up out of my car.

Thank you.

Take that bike, too.

Hey, don't slam my door neither.

Oh, look who the fuck decided to show up.

You know what time I gotta be to work.

Hello, I am talkin' to you.

I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?

Where you been?

Around.

You finna make me late.

I'm here now.

Boy, don't get smart with me.

What she look like?

Li'l nigga, don't you throw shit in my house.

Make sure Shay eats that spaghetti

that's in the refrigerator, please.

All that fucking grunting.

Until you raise some money up in here,

I don't wanna hear shit.

Gettin' on my damn nerves.

What you worried about them bikes for?

I done told your ass,

you can look at 'em all the fuck you want...

you ain't gettin' on 'em.

I'm sick of telling you.

I'mma be home late, I got school tonight.

Make sure Shay is in bed by 8:00.

Don't let her punk your ass.

Yo, Mouse!

Nigga, I know you in there. Open up.

Yo! Mouse!

Why you looking through the blinds? It's me.

I know you in there, my nigga. Come on, open up.

What?

Hey, there's a new shorty down the street.

She kinda bad, bro.

Where Sweartagawd at?

- Look at this slow-ass nigga. - You tell him?

Hell yeah, I told him.

Swear to God.

Dime piece.

Swear to God.

All right.

Let me get my shoes.

Why you always leaving me?

Don't touch me again, fat boy.

Don't touch me again. You fat as hell.

Nigga, you know I can't go as fast as you.

All right, relax. Don't try to eat my ass.

You're supposed to be watchin' me.

Gonna be right back.

I'm just gonna call Mom

and let her know that I'm home alone.

But it's okay, since you'll be right back.

Damn.

Turn around, yo. No peeking.

I already know it's under the bed.

Okay.

This ain't enough.

You better not tell Mama either.

Mouse! I'm tellin'.

She better be, that's all I'm sayin'.

You wanna bet who gonna get her?

Me, nigga.

- Wanna bet? - Bet you.

Whoever get the first word out...

- But she don't... - Fifty bucks.

Fifty.

Hey, come on, nigga, fat boy.

Always makin' fun of me.

Yo, but nigga, you ugly. So...

Fuck you talkin' about, nigga? I'm sexy. I'm pretty.

Y'all niggas know I got asthma.

What's up, girl?

- Hi. - What's up?

How you doin'? My name...

Heard there was someone new in the hood.

We just wanted to make ourselves acquainted.

What's your name?

Nicki.

You can call me Mouse.

I'm Lamont.

I stay, maybe, just right down there.

And I'm Sweartagawd.

I'm an organ donor.

It just means I can give you my heart.

- Oh, okay, anyway. - Nigga, shut the fuck up.

You can hop on if you want to.

I'm down to show you around if you want.

Not allowed to leave the porch.

- What? - Wait.

Mouse, Sweartagawd.

What kinda names are those?

You know, that's just what the streets gave us.

You know. You know.

So, are you guys, like, a welcoming committee?

Or, like, the world's saddest little bike gang?

Wow.

We just got called a sad bike gang.

You got dope jokes, huh?