At a party in the Eliot Cockpit, The Cataracs (TC) are hanging out with 3LAU (3). Das Racist (DR) is at an unknown location trying to find them.
3: I’ve been watching you.
TC: I see you looking, but you trying to act cool, right? That ass is epic, though.
3: Boy, you’ve got it bad, but I’ve got something good.
TC: Well, I don’t mean to come across too sexual.
3: Boy, you make my heart pound. Give me everything tonight?
TC: Man, this bottle got me saying things. Fill my cup?
3: Seems everybody wants something from me….
(stalks off to bar)
(The Cataracs’ phone rings. It’s Das Racist.)
TC: Holla back if you my homie?
DR: Where you at?
TC: Me and my best friends gettin’ shitty. If you’re not, then get to know me.
DR: Chug it, cut it, print it!! You puff herb?
TC: Boy, you get me high.
DR: Yo…me too? Dawg, I smoke weed too.
TC: Your daddy must have been a drug dealer ’cause you DOPE. We burning up?
DR: Well, I’m at the Pizza Hut! I’m at the Taco Bell! I’m at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell!
TC: Ain’t fuckin’, then what the fuck you for?
DR: Relax, relax, relax, relax!!
TC: Go man, hop on my bike, can you see it?
DR: No, no, no, no. We in Manhattan! Yo, that’s where I’m at.
TC: We are here for one reason…and you know we gettin’ drunk.
(3LAU returns with two drinks in hand)
TC: Bottles up, you and me. You got it goin’ on…. And on and on and on.
3: You keep tellin’ me, tellin’ me that you’ll be sweet.
TC: Won’t you take me for a ride?
3: Do you wanna kick it in the backseat?
TC: I’ll be your “Ride and Die.”
3: We outta here, jump in my vehicle!!
(Later that night...)
TC: I just did a car bomb…in the backseat of a car.