My Crasy Life

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- ## - Open up! Open up!

Hey, brother? How's it?

- What's up? How you been? - All right.

- Getting along all right? - Yeah.

Here. Have a seat.

What's the scoop, man? What happened?

Talk to me about it. What are you gonna do in court tomorrow?

I'm just gonna go over there, listen to what the man gotta say.

- You gonna want me there? - Hell yeah, I want you there.

- Siga come visit you? - Yeah - Nah, he can't though.

He come with his lady, but his lady come in.

- Ah. - His lady come in and see me and shit.

- You got any family here? - Nah.

Nobody's come to visit you?

No. Only my lady and Smokey.

My family don't really give a fuck about me.

They don't what?

They don't give a damn about me.

You have any plans of going back to Hawaii?

- I ain't got no life over there. - Nothing will happen -

Life for me is up here, man.

Ain't nothin' fly about that though.

No, I still down for that - you know - you know -

- That's why you're - - Yeah.

- You're a hamo from there, yeah? - Yeah, I'm a Samoan from Palolo.

- Right? - Right.

- But now I'm living a new life in Cali. - Now you're in the mainland.

Right.

What do you think's gonna happen tomorrow in court?

- I'm expecting that two years - - Where?

- In Folsom. - Folsom?

Yeah. Or one of the pens.

Think they'd give you more?

Nah. If they wanted to.

Let me ask you. I don't know what's gonna happen, but let's say they give you 10 years.

How would you feel?

I'll be madder than a motherfucker.

I'll stand up and throw that chair at that motherfuckin' judge. That's for real.

That's some important business.

You know what that's gonna do to you though?

- Huh? - You know what that will do to you?

Yeah. That's another judge - That's another charge and, uh - on the judge.

Now look. If you come low-low -

If you go wig out in there...

what do you think the - judge gonna do for you?

He's gonna sentence me 25 to life.

All right, so we don't need that.

- - Good evening, Sergeant.

It is 2200 hours, May 5, 1991.

Fifty-three degrees by the beaches...

51 mountains, 57 inland.

Unseasonably cool for this date.

Increasing probability that the gangsters will stay indoors.

Pressure on the rear seat sensors.

Company? We have ride-along, Sergeant?

Ah. Arri SR2. Excellent camera, if I may say so.

Sergeant, data link tells me you went to visit your little friend Limu today.

L.A. CountyJail.

Limu-one more Samoan kid you could not save.

- Hey, Samoan. -

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Sergeant.

- How's it? -

Right here. Right here, right here, right here.

Find a spot.

Put your hands right there.

- What you gonna do over there? - I just got off of work.

Spread 'em a little bit.

- What's your name? - Name is Vao.

Vao? What do they call you?

- I don't bang. - Huh?

- I don't bang. - No, you don't have to bang...

but everybody gets some kind of name.

What your friends call you?

They just call me Vao -V-A-O.

- What's your first name? - Huh? Vao. Tupuivao.

- I shortened it to Vao. - Oh. Tupuivao.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Why you wear the Raider cap, man?

And that's a Raiders jacket. Why you wear 'em?

Good team.

Name one player.

Korosky. Uh, that white boy.

- - What?

- That white boy. - That's Gretzky.

- Oh, Gretzky. - The great Gretzky, not Korosky.

- - Gretzky, Wayne. L.A. Kings, not Raiders.

Hockey, not football, Sergeant.

Okay, so I know you're not gonna drink this, yeah?

Nah.

- Dump 'em out. - All right.

Pop the thing and dump them out on the curb.

'Cause you're not old enough for this, yeah?

In Samoa, when they mean "steal," what do they say?

- Not me, man. - Hawaiian is "hemo." What do you say?

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Yeah.

You didn't take them out of the liquor store?

Oh, no. No. I don't do that stuff, man.

- All right, I'm gonna go check on Kiki. - Okay.

That means you're on your way over there, right?

All right. Fa.

"Fa." Short for "tofa."

"Farewell."

That's L.A. These days -

Koreans, Vietnamese, Cambodians, Hmongs, Laotians, Thais.

So much memory tied up with ethnic data.

Look. Samoa.

Samoa.

Do I have Samoa for you.

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That's how you people should go about it-data.

You want to learn about Samoan gangs, fax yourselves to Samoa.

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# L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H #

# I'm from the city that all slobs hate #

# I'm from Strong Beach #

#Where we kick it deep #

#At Silverado Park on 32nd Street #

# Maulin' on slobs like #

What's up, cuz?

Fuck y'all doin' here?

Motherfuckers in the wrong motherfuckin' place.

Fuck Margaret Mead. That's M-E-A-D.

BBC, the PBS, all that National Geographical bullshit.

I'll tell you where it's at.

West Side S.O.S., Sons of Samoa, 32nd Street...

out of Long Beach, where the beaches are long.

That's where you go if you wanna make a movie.

Go out towards that way.

West Side out.

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Here we go.

# I'm rockin' back to back Leavin' a narrow track #

#While perpetratin' M.C.'s is tryin' to pick up the slack #

#You got a ways to go before you blend with the flow #

# He got jacked Now I'm rockin' it back to back ##

- Come on, B. - Gonna kill 'em.

- Diamond ring? Let me see. - What's your point, cuz?

Shame on you. Ugh.

He come in here - He comes here early in the morning -

- Come up with that shit. - My roll, cuz.

- Your roll? - Yeah. You watch me, B.

- I'm last. - All right.

That nigga's always takin' my money.

Oh, he don't - Nah, here's your money.

# Back to back Back to the bank to make a withdrawal #

- # Right # - # Pullin' out 10 G's and make a quick call #

#To the homeys on the block cold pimpin' the rock #

# Clockin' dollars and zippin' up 8-Ball #

- # Back to back # - ##

Tell that shit, Joke. Tell them where we're from, baby.

# L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H #

# I'm from the city that all slobs hate #

# I'm from Strong Beach #

#Where we kick it deep #

# On the West Side, on 32nd Street #

- And now he did it. -

Yeah.

Met out here, then, like, the next week he came out with June-Bug and shit.

#Talkin' from the shit on my tongue #

#And when I grab the gun I love to have fun #

# Boom, boom, boom #

- # I get hectic # - # Yeah #

#And expect the unexpected #

# If you don't, you probably already had #

#A little rat-a-tattin' from the automatic #

#When I bust, I bust at a must #

# LilJoke from the West Side is kickin' up dust #

Here come another war story.

Damn, nigga, I thought you went to Egypt to get these motherfuckers.

Goddamn, cuz.

I thought you went over there and bummed one...

off the USO over there in Iraq and shit.

I thought you went to Saudi Arabia.

No shit, I thought you went to go bum one off the USO's in Iraq.

Man, fuck.

- I could kill this son of a bitch though. - Me too.

Kill it.

I'd like to see you do that. Kill it.

This is for all the homeys that ain't here.

- Kill that motherfucker. Kill it! - This is for the homeys that is here today.

- Right. - Kill it then.

- Happy Mother's Day. - Kill it!

- Bitches. - Kill it. Kill it.

#Talkin' bunch of shit from the soul #

#And when I say West Sider, we're on the get-go #

# 'Cause I'm the coolest of the coolest The coolest of the coolest #