OG Loc (mission): Difference between revisions

(CJ knocks on Big Smoke's door. Big Smoke and Sweet come from around the back of Big Smoke's house talking between themselves.)

Sweet: Yeah, you know Jeffrey's been somebody's bitch for the past  

Big Smoke: I know!                                   

(CJ notices Sweet and Big Smoke and vice versa.)

CJ: Hey.                         

Big Smoke: Hey, CJ!             

Sweet: Hey, what's up, CJ?                                   

CJ: Whassup?

Big Smoke: Whassup, man? Wanna go to prison?                                   

CJ: What?

Sweet: Nah... To pick up Jeffrey. He's touching down today. You wanna roll?

CJ: Yeah, for sure. What's Jeffrey doing locked up, anyway?   

Sweet: We'll talk about that later, man. Let's roll, we're late.     

(CJ, Sweet and Big Smoke pull up outside the prison. OG Loc is waiting for them.)   

Big Smoke: Hey, there that fool go.                                 

Sweet: Look at this fool, man... Perpetrating like he bangin'...

Big Smoke: ...Think he hard... I know that fool can't be serious.     

CJ: Hey, what's happening with you, Jeffrey?

OG Loc: (Rapping.) OG Loc. Hey, man, it's OG Loc, homie - OG Loc!     

CJ: My bad. How was it, though, homie?

OG Loc: Man, what you think? How was it...                                   

Big Smoke: (to OG Loc) Hey, chill out, dude. So what you want to do now?       

OG Loc: Man, I gotta kill some cholo mother-fucker. He was dissin' me, man!

Big Smoke: Hey Jeffrey, I thought you was going to, uh, college.

OG Loc: Man, fuck you! Mother-fucker done stole my rhymes. He's in East Flores. Hey, gimme a strap.

Sweet: Man, why don't you stall us out with that shit and get in the car. Fool.

(CJ, OG Loc, Big Smoke and Sweet pull up outside Freddy's house.)

OG Loc: Man, this is the spot!

CJ: Ain't this a Vagos' 'hood?                         

OG Loc: Man, I don't give a shit, I'm gangsta!

Big Smoke: C'mon, let's leave Loc to deal with Casanova.

CJ: Hey, I'll stick with Jeff - I mean, Loc!

Sweet: OK, cool. I'll see you guys back on the set.

(CJ and OG Loc go up to Freddy's door.)  

OG Loc: Freddy! I've come for you, you mother-fucker!

CJ: Hey, Loc, hold up!

Freddy: Jeffrey, you got the wrong idea, man - that was just a prison thing! I got plenty of muchachas on the outside, I don't need your scrawny ass!

OG Loc: Man, ignore him, CJ, I don't know what he talking about. Hey, yo', gimme back my rhymes you thief, I'm gangsta!

Freddy: You dropped the soap, sugar, I don't know nothing about any rhymes!

(Freddy comes out of the back door, hops onto a motorbike and rides away.)

OG Loc: Hey, hey! Mother-fucker's making a run for it!

CJ: Hey Loc, get back here, nigga you crazy!

OG Loc: Eh yo', back off me CJ, I gotta protect my rep'!

(CJ and OG Loc are standing over Freddy's dead body.)

OG Loc: Don't you say a damn thing, CJ.

CJ: Was you lonely, Loc? Hey, I like a nice moustache myself!

OG Loc: I keep it real, unlike you fake ass mother-fuckers.

CJ: C'mon, gangsta. Let's get back to the Grove.

OG Loc: Nah, I can't, I gotta go and sign in for this damn job!

CJ: Whatever you want. You want a ride anyway?

OG Loc: Sure thing. Let's roll.

(CJ and OG Loc pull up outside the Burger Shot.)

OG Loc: Thanks for the ride, CJ. Don't be a stranger, fool.

CJ: Yeah, for sure, I'll see you around.

OG Loc: Like a quarter pound! Later.