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The Black middle class has been around forever.

We started moving on up way before George Jefferson did,

and as long as the Black middle class has been around,

so have the private organizations they formed

to socialize, mobilize, and uplift the race.

There are sororities and fraternities

like Alpha Kappa Alpha and Omega Psi Phi,

and clubs like the Links, the Boulé, and Jack and Jill.

To be a member of those groups, you had to be a somebody.

But since I grew up a nobody in Compton,

these people never looked twice at me.

Which is why it was so surprising when this happened.

Oh. Somebody's lime dressing's gonna be robust tonight.

- A man who appreciates a shallot. - Mm-hmm.

Is that for accentuating lamb or veal?

Neither.

Making some, uh, tarragon fingerling potatoes.

There's a place for brothers like us.

"You're invited to join Premier Noir, Incorporated...

where the Black elite meet"?

What? Hey.

Oh, hell no.

Bow, we have a problem.

Dre, you can eat a couple grapes.

You're not gonna get in trouble.

What is...

You got invited to join Premier Noir?

Yes.

That's crazy!

Black social clubs have never been into me,

and now that I'm a successful brother with a reusable tote,

I'm Premier Noir material?

Let's not make this about you, Dre.

This is an opportunity for our kids

to be a part of a black community.

I mean, come on, Dre, we don't go to church that much,

and we live in an all-White neighborhood...

Yeah.

...and we never manage to get together

with that one Black family at the school.

Come on, Amukamuras.

All right, let's hang, all right? We got to do this.

- Mm. - Come on!

Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

Eh...

She acts like she's the only doctor at school.

I'm head of Neuro at Cedars.

- And can he talk any louder? - Ey.

You're from Compton. We get it.

Look, I-I know it's weird for you,

but you got to give Premier Noir a chance, Dre.

You could be passing up the opportunity to be a part

of a social network of people that are just like you.

Please, they're so superficial.

We have nothing in common.

Dre, you are fresh off of a four-handed massage

from a members-only spa.

Uh, come on.

I also had a seaweed body wrap.

So, what's your point?

You boujee, Dre.

Yeah.

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Bow called me boujee.

Because you are boujee.

- No, I'm not. - Sure you are.

You, your wife, kids... boujee.

Boujee, boujee.

Boujee, boujee, boujee.

I'm sorry. Um... what is a "Boujee"?

It's someone who starts to make a little money,

and then they think they're better than regular Black folks.

- Oh. - Hmm.

Well, which part of that is not you, though?

None of it, man.

I think a baseball cap can still be formal wear.

Yep.

I have a thousand dollars in a shoe box above the refrigerator

in my kitchen. So, I'm not boujee.

If anything, I'm hood rich.

- Mm-hmm. - Fascinating.

So... So, what is the difference between the two?

A-And if you could explain it to me using a Black person

whom I respect, like, uh, uh, Kobe Bryant?

Boujee.

- Oh, Cardi B? - Hood rich.

Uh, Jay-Z and Beyoncé?

W-Well, they started out hood rich, but then turned boujee

when they wore matching suits at the Louvre.

Science question...

um, can one be boujee, but then become hood rich?

Ooh.

You know, there's only one person we can think of.

Yeah, yeah.

- Mariah Carey. - Mm.

But she gets a pass because she has a five-octave vocal range, so...

And those hips.

All of this trouble because Bow wants to join some stupid club!

We... We... We already have all the clubs we need!

We're members of the Auto Club!

AAA for life!

Yay, yay!

Damn it! Bow got me all worked up.

You know what?

I'm gonna take the rest of the day and buy me a chain.

Um... it's 10:15 in the morning, Dre.

He doesn't care.

He's hood rich.

Hey, Pops...

Boy, I told you, I don't care what you look like

- as an old man. - No, no, no.

I just wanted to know when your wedding is so I can figure out

how hard I need to hit Tinder to find my plus-one.

Well, Lynette hasn't gotten around to picking a date yet,

but as soon as she does, I'll let you know.

Wait, I thought you guys were planning the wedding together?

You don't understand, Junior.

Women don't want men's input for wedding planning.

They're not good at it...

you know, the way women aren't good at math.

You name me one lady math person.

And don't say "Hidden Figures."

That was science fiction.

Uh, Pops, I thought you were excited to get married.

I am.

I love Lynette.

I'd marry her on the Titanic or on the Moon.

The wedding itself is just a formality.

It is not.

It is the seed from which your entire marriage will grow,

and I'm sure she'd love to have your input.

I'm not so sure, Junior.

Come on, Pops.

Just... let me help you give this gift to her.

Okay.

But when it goes poorly...

disinviting you will be my gift to her.

Well, my gift to her will be wearing a high-necked dress

to the ceremony.

Because these girls are gonna upstage your girl.

Believe that.

Nothing's more hood rich than picking up barbecue in a Benz.

So, after I got my chain, that's exactly what I did.

Guess who went to Compton and got some barbecue?!

- Whoa. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You got barbecue and we're joining Premier Noir?

This is the best day ever.

Okay, what's he talking about?

We are not joining Premier Noir.

But it sounds amazing.

She knows, too?

Mm-hmm.

Bow, we discussed this.

I know, but they are so excited, Dre,

and I got us invited to the new members picnic.

- Why? - So, they're gonna make new friends,

and all we have to do is show up.

Okay, I'm sorry she got your hopes up,

but we are not joining.

But, Dad, you're always talking about how special it was

to be surrounded by Black people growing up.

We want that.

Yeah, we want to meet kids who look like us.

Mm-hmm.

Kids who love Kendrick Lamar and the Jonas Brothers equally,

like we do.

Don't keep us from our people.

Please, Dad.

Let us be part of the Black community.

Fine.

- Ah. - We'll go.

But no hood barbecue for you.

If you want ribs, order from Chili's.

Oh, she has beautiful hair.

Look at the water.

- Ooh, that's pretty. - It's so pretty.

Okay. Black people wearing no-show socks... it's unnatural.

If I see Madras shorts, I'm out of here.

Oh, look. They've got a croquet court.

Why can't they play African games?

- What? - Like basketball.

Okay, come on, guys.

He's not getting any better. Let's go.

Okay. Well, be back in 15 minutes

because we're here to dip in and bounce.

Hey, what's up, brother?

Hey, man, you got a beer with a horse or a mountain on the can?

Coming right up.

Oh, hey, hey, I'm not one of them.

- I don't need a glass. Thank you. - Dre.

- Mm. - Good to see you, man.

- So glad you could make it. - Hey.

- Well, thanks for having us. - I'll take one of those, too, man.

You know, when I saw you in that farmer's market the other day,

I knew I'd seen you before.

Howard man?

Yeah.

- School of B, class of '94. - '96.

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