Key's wife Yevette (Elise Neal, "Paid in Full," "Mission to Mars") is less than pleased he's spending time in a whore house. Key's impressed with what he hears and brings in Shelby (DJ Qualls, "The New Guy") to provide the beat. A junkie hard up for money sells him a Casio keyboard for a quarter. At Arnel's Bar, the owner (Isaac Hayes, "South Park's" Chef) confides that Skinny will be in town and that DJay should procure some 'good stuff' for him - a brush with fame all but assured.
All of a sudden, things start to click for Djay. Djay's not merely disgruntled for his own situation, but clearly he thinks Nola should be aiming higher herself as well (and when she does, it's corny as hell, but satisfying).
The camera pulls back (cinematography by Amy Vincent, "The Caveman's Valentine") to reveal that he's talking to Nola (Taryn Manning, "A Lot Like Love," "8 Mile"), one of his three girls, in his Chevy Caprice Classic (complete with rust-proofed front fenders). The film begins with a tight shot of DJay (Howard, in a breakthrough role if ever there was one, delivering a beautifully written soliloquy) as he offers his philosophy on why men are like dogs except for the fact that dogs never question their purpose. Writer/director Craig Brewer may be accused of sugar coating the lives of a pimp and his whores, but he and his cast have created such slam dunk terrific characters, that one can suspend one's disbelief and giddily get into their groove. 2005's Audience Award winner is the real deal, though. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).All too often, 'hits' from the Sundance Film Festival make one wonder how altitude affects audiences.
Get the embed code DJay - Hustle & Flow Album Lyrics1.Hustle and Flow (It Ain't Over)2.Man Ain't Like a Dog (skit)3.Whoop That TrickDJay Lyrics provided by Get caught without a warning and get your ass whooped quick bitch My advice would be to chill, M-Town niggas sick If they play this in the club you get your ass beat for real Make you wonder what's next bitch, guard your grill We some straight hood niggas from the ghetto and the projectsĭuck the police cause we know we the suspects Niggas started gangsta walking and we tear the bitch up See, this is what we mean when we shut down the club That bottle cross your head got you leaking losing focus Your clique they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches I thought you came deep, nigga where your backup This that Memphis drama boy you know we came to get buck This what happens when you get caught up in the mixĪll that jaw jacking got your ass in a bunch of shit I came to bust a nigga head, leave him bloody redįighting for his life as they rush him to the Med Watch your back boy, cause you 'bout to get your ass beat I'mma break this Moet bottle cross your fucking jawĪnd that's for anyone that ever disrespected D Security be the main ones acting like some hoesīut you done fucked up, you better call the the law Setting off a riot like we living in Afghanistanīut this the dirty dirty, and that's the way it go I don't think you understand, this one right here might get banned Sloppy drunk like a rhino at a liquor storeīut crunk like some sanctified folks catchin' the Holy Ghost
Shirt soaking wet looking like I just got baptized I'm feeling electrified, you can see it in my eyes
I'm already on that Hypnotiq and that Grey GooseĪ couple shots of Hen' that just gave me another boost Hoes telling me to calm down but I'm like fuck that shit You think I won't beat that trick, whoop that trick So if you want some, this is your death wishīetter come correct cause I came to break you off trick I'm bar none let my nuts hang to the floor It's been a long time, and you got hell to pay This only the beginning, I got a lot to say You ain't know, you fuckin' with a street niggaįrom the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealerīorn and raised in the "M", Memphis Tennesseeīefore it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me Now I think it's time to show you bitches who you fuckin' withĭjay that's the name, and I came to bring the painĪna on my chest got me bustin' at you lemon lames I done held in a lot of shit and I'm 'bout to flip If you violate off the top, trick you gotta go Whoop that trick I'mma make these sucka's recognize I ain't playin' ho Nigga what you think, I can just run up in here and snap my fingersĪnd make these motherfuckers throw they money at me?