Gimme the Loot

Shit.

Hey!

- Oh, shit! - Hey!

Yo, Champ, get out of here!

Pull out! Pull out, Champion!

Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

# Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy

# Get ready, everybody

# Let's shimmy

# All the shimmying that we do #

Right now, it's time for our latest tales from the street,

and I'm here with my man the legendary Speedy.

What's going on, Base? How you doing?

I'm good. How are you?

- Chillin', chillin'. - All right, cool.

So what's this crazy-ass shit

that happened out in Queens last week?

Yeah, so me and my boy Rox,

we go out to Shea Stadium to catch a Mets game, you know,

but for us, it ain't even about watching the Mets.

We bring in these cans

'cause we trying to bomb the apple.

Why are you trying to bomb the apple?

Explain what the apple is for everybody.

Well, anybody who's living up in this fine city knows

anytime someone on the Mets hits a home run,

this goofy-ass apple pops out of the-

pops out of the stands, and everybody goes crazy.

It's corny, but I'm a fucking Mets fan.

- No, fuck the Mets. - Don't disrespect the Mets.

All right, all right, it's your show,

so I'ma let that slide.

But seriously, yo, you know, I mean, we've hit walls.

We've hit subways before.

But if you hit the apple when it pops up,

the whole crowd sees it.

Everybody watching on TV sees it.

All of New York will see that shit.

That's gonna be, like, forever.

We had to wait until about, like, 4:00 in the morning.

We go over there to center field,

we hop the fence, and there it is-

boom, the apple.

You know, I'm right underneath it.

I can see it. I can touch it.

We're ready to go, and then, man,

flashlights are all over us.

There was mad cops, so we just bounced, right?

I'm running one way. Rox is running the other way.

I think I'm in the clear,

but, like, I had to- I caught a charge.

You gonna try to bomb that apple again?

Hell yeah, I'm gonna try and bomb that apple again!

Yo, I'm a constant opportunist,

so if the situation arises, then hell yeah.

But honestly, even if it's not Speedy or Rox that do it,

somebody's gonna bomb that apple,

and they gonna get mad props in the game.

Their names are gonna ring out in our world.

# Ah, the shimmy is what's happening

# To everybody

# Shimmy

# Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy #

A'ight, yo, let's go.

Buffing our shit?

Who the fuck they think they are?

Yo, that's what I'm saying, man.

I gotta get me one of those Queens boys, man.

You gonna get you one of them Queens toys and do what?

I'ma fuck-yo.

I take care of my shit. You don't know.

Gus, let me get two slices.

You know, I don't know.

What, you a gangster? What, you a thug now?

When I need to be.

Yo, don't let me catch one of these motherfuckers

buffing our pieces.

I'ma come up behind 'em with some GoodFellas shit.

They not gonna see it comin'.

Put, like, two in the back of they head.

Easy, just-

First of all, nobody in they right mind

is gonna give you a gun.

It's not funny.

And second of all, if you gonna shoot somebody,

you shoot them in the eye like a fuckin' man.

Be the last thing they see before they drop,

not like them fuckin' "GodFellas" pussies.

Yo, whatever, as long as they get got, yo, I'm fuckin'-

Stupid-ass Mets fans, yo.

I'm tired of them and that fucking buffing our shit

with that dumb-ass Mets logo.

And I'm really sick

of that fucking corny blue and orange on everything.

That shit... that shit is...

We gotta do something. We have to.

All right, listen, listen, listen.

So this is what we gon' do.

Don't your brother train some boxer

that work at Shea Stadium?

You mean Citi Field, where the Mets play at?

Citi Field?

I'm not calling it after some stupid bank.

It's called Shea Stadium.

And do you know the nigga or not?

- Who? - "Who?"

Fucking Pedro or some shit?

Yeah, yeah, Pedro, he works, like, at Shea, like,

off-game security when the Mets is out of town and shit.

But who the fuck cares? Fuck Pedro.

- And fuck the Mets too. - Fuck the Mets.

That's exactly what the fuck I'm saying.

So look, this is what you gon' do.

You gonna call Pedro.

He gonna sneak us in.

We gonna bomb that stupid-ass apple.

Then when they get a home run,

everybody gonna see our names on that shit, right?

And who gonna be on our dick?

Them Queens niggas.

Yo, you fucking crazy!

No, I'm fucking serious.

Yo, that's brilliant. That's brilliant.

Yo, we gonna be so famous off this shit.

We gonna be legends.

They gonna make a fucking statue of me in Central Park,

holding a spray can, holding my sac like this.

You're retarded.

And I'ma get so much ass off of this, Sofia.

I'ma get so much pussy, like...

If I never got pussy before, now is the time.

Like you said, never got it before,

and you never gon' get it.

What?

All right, Pedro, we gonna get it done.

We gonna get it done.

We'll meet you at the stadium Friday morning.

All right.

Yo, good looking, Sal.

Okay, take care, huh?

You too.

Yo, what happened?

You already know I got it done.

Come on.

We just gotta do it before, like-

we gotta do it by Friday morning,

'cause they come back.

A'ight, that's, like, what, two days?

- That's no problem. - Word.

Why don't we just do that shit now?

Oh, 'cause he- no, he not around today.

We can't do it today.

But, um, yeah, everything's good.

He was like, just- you know what I'm saying?

Just show up, you know, just meet him across the street,

and we gotta give him $500.

$500?

Yeah.

Where the fuck are we supposed to get $500?

I... I thought we would bless this nigga, like,

with some weed or something, but fuckin' $500?

Look, you don't understand, man.

This nigga owes so much money.

He fuckin' heard about a fix on a fight

at the Blue Horizon in Philly, and guess what.

I don't give a fuck.

This nigga bet the wrong guy.

How you bet-how you gonna bet the wrong guy?

What kind of stupid shit is that?

How we gonna get this paper?

Well, for starters, Ronaldo owes me $80

for that custom, and I got deliveries.

Well, you gonna have to steal them deliveries.

I'm not stealin' from Donnie. That nigga'll kill me.

You not stealing from Donnie?

What, you scared of Donnie's rich ass?

Don't be a fucking pussy.

- Man, it ain't even about that.

Yo, so-yo, my fuckin' mom's getting on my nerves, man.

Shit.

Look, my bad.

I'm just saying, like,

she ain't trying to give us no loan.

That's all I'm saying.

I feel you.

But I know one thing.

You can sell- you can sell

the rest of those cans to fuckin'- to the Kaps.

I know you want to do that.

Yeah, I could do that.

Yeah, I bet.

Don't worry about my shit.

Why don't you focus on your shit

and gettin' your shit straight?

- Listen, I'm focused on my shit all day.

- Oh, you focused on your shit all day?

So why you going the wrong fucking way?

You supposed to be going to the train station.

- Oh, shit, you right. Fuck.

I'll see you later, yo.