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[Drumming] Man: Deshawn Martin. Delphine Matthews. Calvin Mays. Jose Mendoza. Bonita Mercado. Curtis Meredith. Renee Meyan. Tyrone Middleton. Sally Millburn. Devon Miles. Yay, Devon! Whoo! [Audio Feedback] As our national championship band... led by directorJim Anderson... plays a final song|with our senior musicians... I'd like to remind you all... that no matter what obstacles|life may bring... always remember: you...can...fly. [Applause] [Band Playing Slow Rendition|Of "You Can Fly"] [Drummers Increase Tempo] [Cheering] [Cheers] OK. Boy, can you ever|just take a picture? All right, all right. Come on now.|All right. You ready? [Laughing] Hey, yo, that was tight, son. Good luck, then.|All right? Which one of those little fast girls... gave you those? None of'em. They're for you. Oh, Devon. Sayin' I wouldn't be here... if it wasn't for you. Wouldn't have made|it without you. You're gonna be cool, right? I mean... I feel kinda weird|leavin' you by yourself. Boy, please. Now that you gone|I'm gettin' ready to party. [Chuckles] Uh, well, look... I gotta run real quick. Uh, wait, now. We got people comin' by the house. It'll be real fast. - I promise.|- Devon-- I promise. Real quick. Next. Next. What the hell is this? I'm Devon. What? I'm Devon. I been comin' down here... every day for the last 2 weeks... thinkin' if I should give you|that ticket... to my graduation. Now I changed my mind. Look, man... I just want to let you know... that I got my diploma. I ain't never been arrested. I don't have a whole bunch|of kids runnin' around. Unlike yourself... I'm doin' somethin'|with my music. I got a full scholarship|to Atlanta A&T.... playin' the drums. I want to say|I hope you're proud... 'cause I made it without you. Deejay On Radio:|And it's a beautiful sunny day... here in Atlanta.|Lookin' for a high of around 83. Traffic's movin' slow|on Peachtree... Buckhead all the way to midtown... but 285 is flowin' well. Right now, Atlanta's|number one radio station... kickin' off|this nonstop hour of music. Uh, how y'all doin'? Um... my name's Charles,|and I play the tuba. [Hip-Hop Song Playing] Hey, yo, what's up, man? I'm Devon. What's up, man? Nice on the snare. All right. I thought I was talkin'|to myself for a minute in here. What's up, Charles?|I'm Jayson. All about the bass, baby. OK. All right.|What's up? Uh, I'm Ernest. Uh, snare drum, bass drum...|any drum, really. I'm...just tryin' to make the line. Hey, yo, who's that? That's Morris Brown. [Marching Band Playing] Bus Driver: Keep it real. That's that unstoppable... {y:i}undefeatable Morris Brown. Hey, Bertram,|are you drivin' for us or them? [Chuckles]|I'm freelance, folk! Now, I "was" with y'all boys... back in the day... when your music|had a brother bouncin'... but ever since... y'all got that new band director|of yours, Mr. Lee-- Student: Dr. Lee. Yeah. Whatever. [Scoffs] Somebody need|to give that brother... a shot of cognac|orJack or something... 'cause for the last 4 years... at the B.E.T. Classic... Morris Brown been... spankin' that ass, spankin' that ass. [Laughing] Hey, yo, B,|you need to pull this joint over... 'cause I'm on the wrong bus. [Petey Pablo's "Club Banger" Playing] ## We need a club banger ## ## We need a club banger ## ## We need a club banger ## ## Yeah, y'all, y'all ## ## We need a club banger ## ## I want a club banger ## ## I want a club banger ## ## Yeah, y'all, y'all ## ## We need a club banger ## Wooo-- Eeeeee! Shorties to the left. Shorties to the doggone right. Yo, B, look at that freshman... right over there. Oh, see, I wouldn't even mess|with that, folk... 'cause she don't look|like no freshman. [Laughing] A'ight, folk. Are you sure you|don't need no backup? Excuse me. Hey, yo, what's up, ma? What's up, pa? All right.|Yo, I'm Devon... but you can call me ''D.'' Hi, Devon. Ain't you gonna|tell me your name? Laila. Laila. That's kinda hot. Uh-huh, so, you're a freshman? Yeah, for now. What, you an upperclassman? For now. How y'all doin'?|How y'all doin'? All right.|I'm Charles. I'm Charles.|How you doin'? You all right, man? Yeah?|Yeah, I'm fine. Dude, how y'all doin'? You blockin'! What you mean|I'm blockin', man? I was comin' over here... 'cause I was concerned about you. Laila:|Nice to meet you, Devon. Yeah, uh--|See y'all later. [Whistle Blows] What you mean I'm blockin'-- Man: If you are here|for band training... gather round! Take a good look at this man. This black Adonis|is known as God's Gift... A.K.A. Double G. You will know him|and call him such... from this day forward! I'm Buck Wild! We are your drum majors. Starting tomorrow... white T-shirts at all times. It'll help us identify you... as a crab who knows|absolutely nothing. Maybe you will one day|have the honor and privilege... to wear the school colors,|but for now... you as blank as the white T-shirts|you'll be wearin'! Understand? Group: Yes, sir. Understand?! Group: Yes, sir! Get up to your dorms. Get well acquainted|with the rule book. Dinner's at 6:00 in the cafeteria... and after that, it's night-night. You're dismissed! Night-night? [Scoffing] Man, I ain't tryin'|to have no curfew. Yo, my man's told me|about this spot... where the girls|supposed to be bangin'. Y'all down? Yeah. [Hip-Hop Dance Music Playing] [Snoring] [Whispering]|Let's do this. [Loud Drumming] [Whistles Blowing] Get your asses up! Let's go! Come on! We want you out on the field. Let's go! Move! [Bass Drumming] Oh, hell, nah. [Snoring] {y:i}[When The Saints|"Come Marching In" Playing] [Playing Stops] Good morning. Group, Sluggish:|Good morning. Good morning to music. Good morning and welcome... to Atlanta A&T University|marching band training. The next 2 weeks|will be your introduction... and possibly induction... into a great marching band legacy. If you're here... it's because you believe|in musicianship. If you're here... it's because you believe in... Coltrane, Miles Davis,|Stevie Wonder... and the elements known as|Earth, Wind, and Fire. If you are here... it is because|you have a fervent... unequivocal belief... in teamwork! Boy: Come on. Hurry up. And if you wish to remain here... you better start believing|in being on time. You... who is your roommate? Uh, Devon. Uh, Miles. [Muffled Laughter]|Sir. Eyes front! What's up, Dr. Lee? It's all good, Mr. Miles.|Glad to have you here. Thank you, sir. Why was he late? I guess he overslept. Well, why didn't you wake him? I'm not his mother, sir. I asked Mr. Miles... why his roommate was late! He says, he "guesses" he overslept! I asked,|''Why didn't you wake him?'' And he says|he is not his mother! Section leaders,|what is our concept? Section Leaders:|One band, one sound. One band, one sound. When one of us is late... we are all late. When one of us|looks or sounds bad... we all look and sound bad! So what's the concept? Group:|One band, one sound. Now I want 1 0 laps|from all those... who "are not"|their roommate's mama. {y:i}[The Saints Come Marching In|Begins To Play] Don't whine. And while you're joggin'|around the field... let the robust composition... of "the Saints Come Marching In..." flow through your mind. Soundtrack:|##When the saints go marching in ## Dr. Lee:|People. People, run... don't walk. ## Lord, I want ## ## To be in that number ## Dr. Lee:|Move it along, baby. ## When the saints go marching in ## Trumpets are the voice|of the band. We are the melody.|We are the clarity. Tubas are the most important|section in this band, boy! Tubas are the boom-- Saxophones are the truth,|the funk, and the hook. See, once they hear us... [Rhythmic Clapping] We are the heart... and the soul. Without the percussion section... the band doesn't move,|doesn't come alive. [Heart Beating] We are the pulse... and without a pulse... you're dead. That's why we're the most important|section of this band. [Whistle Blows] Man: All right, band.|1 0 minute break! Whoa. Where the hell y'all goin'?! He said take a break. Did I say take a break? - No.|- No? No, big brother Iron Man, sir. We do not rest with the band|in performance... and we do not rest with the band|in practice. Give me 30 push-ups. You got a problem? Nah, dog. You want 30 push-ups,|you got 30 push-ups. Iron Man: Make it 3 2. [Laughing]|Hey... look at this. We got a girl on line. A G.I.Jane in the house. [Laughing] Hey, baby,|you might wanna do... some, uh, girl push-ups,|because, you know... guys like a little something... soft to hold on to. [Laughing] - Damn!|- Damn! Iron Man:|Pick out a drum... from this side only. Sign 'em out over here. Enjoy it now... 'cause this might be the last time|some of y'all see a drum. What the hell you doin'? Gettin' my drum. Nah, nah, see... these are for A&T drumline only... P-1 s. You are not a P-1 . You are a crab. Now take it off. I'll take it off|when you calm down. Group: Ooooh. Everybody clear outta here. Now! Boy, don't you|ever disrespect me. Dog, you gotta give respect to get it. What, you threatened by me? I don't know shit about you, crab. Nah? So, you don't know|how your man, Dr. Lee... came all the way to the N.Y.|to sit in my living room... and tell my mom|how much this band needs me? I don't give a damn|if he stayed in your mama's bed. I own the drumline. You wanna get down,|you come through me. Now take off my drum. Your raggedy-ass shit... is right over there. Buck Wild: Let's go! Iron Man:|If you can't hang... put your drum in storage... and go home! Now, move your ass, lift your feet,|and you'll make it to the top! Buck Wild:|Y'all can't wear my colors... runnin' like that! Let's go, Uncle Ben. I bet your country ass|would run faster if I had... one of your grandmama's|hot butter biscuits. I guess it ain't white boy day, is it? Come on. Let's roll. Come on, tubas.|Let's go. Come on, boy. That's why your raggedy ass|gets a raggedy drum. Boy, you gonna graduate|in that white T-shirt. Damn! [Chanting Cadences] [Chanting Cadences] What's your name, crab? Jayson Flore, sir. A.K.A. Affirmative Action. Brilliantly named... by big brother Iron Man yesterday. What's wrong? They don't have enough black people|in Georgia Tech? I don't find their marching style|or musical selections... interesting enough, sir! And no... they don't have enough black people. [All Laughing] Now you done messed up the cadence. [Groaning] Iron Man:|Take it from the top. Ah, shit. They don't tell you about all this|when they recruit you. [Jayson Groans] I wouldn't know|Mr. First-Round Draft Pick. You wanna talk about hard? Try switching from|corps-style marching... to traditional style. Now, that's hard. [Chuckling] I bet you that is hard for you, B. [Ernest Laughing] Yeah, right. Don't even try that...|"White Men Can'tJump" bullshit. I got skills, man. I'm just sayin',|in my high school... marching band|was all about military precision. [Scoffs] I coulda been|a P-1 at Georgia Tech... or U.G.A. in a minute. OK. So, what you here for, then? I love black people. [Laughing] All right. All right. No, on the real, man... I love this band. I grew up right down the street. When I was little... I could hear 'em practicing|down the block from my house. I'd be outside playin'-- [Mocking Violin Music] I'm serious, y'all.|Come on. Shoot.|A&T's the reason... I picked up a drum|in the first place. I feel you on that one, dog. [Telephone Rings] Oh, shit! Ernest: Hel-Hello? Yes. I can do that. Yes. I can do that. I can-- I can do that. [Whistle Blows] [Whistle Blows] Section Leader:|Do not slow it down. Move it! Move it! Come on. Come on.|Pick it up! [Chants And Drumming] ''The beginning is always today.'' One of my favorite quotes. President Wagner,|what a pleasant surprise. So, what exciting new beginnings... can we look forward to this year? Well, for the most part,|I'll continue with... the overall direction|of the program. That direction is a losing one. I don't think we can measure|the success of our program... by the number of people... shaking their butts|in the stands... and no, we didn't win|the B.E.T. Classic... but our first obligation|is to educate... and then entertain. Please,|not the edu-tainment speech,James. Save it for your students. It's a good one. The kids in my program are learning. There won't be a program... if the alumni continue|to lose interest. We win, they write checks. Dr. Henderson was smart enough|to know that. He played popular music. That was James Brown|and Marvin Gaye... not "The Thong Song." Now, I will play popular music... but not at the expense|of musicianship. When you hired me... you wanted me|to strive for excellence... and that is exactly|what I am doing. I also said we needed to win. Buck Wild: 1 , 2. 1 , 2. 1 , 2. - 1 --|- Dr. Lee: Freeze! I want your knees hitting your chest. Then drive your feet into the ground. I'll say it again! Knees into chest! Then feet hit the ground! Buck Wild! When I say, ''chest,''|you say, ''out.'' - Chest!|- Group: Out! - Chest!|- Out! Buck Wild:|What's wrong with your chest? Your chest don't come out? What's wrong with his chest? Stick your chests out! - Chest!|- Out! - Chest!|- Out! - Chest!|- Out! - Chest!|- Out! Laila: 1 , 2, 3, and 4. 5 and 6 and 7 and 8. And 1 , 2, and 3, 4... 5, 6, 7. Come on. Let's go. [Hip-Hop Song Playing] I'm sorry, but, um... rehearsals are closed. I didn't know you was a dancer. Do I know you? What, you don't know? Dr. Lee sent me over... you know, to check on things. To check on things? Yeah. See, they got this|hot new snare drummer... real good-lookin' brother|with cornrows. Yeah, he about to bring it... like you ain't never heard. See, I can help you out... with a couple of them dance moves. 1 , 2. 3. Pop it. Take it. Drop it. Yeah. Beat it, Devon. Thought you ain't remember me. Iron Man:|A break is 5 minutes... not 1 5. Hey, Devon,|you know if you keep messin' up... Ernest actually might get a chest. [Laughter] [Straining]|Oh. And Diedre might get strong enough... to pick up a hot comb. [Laughter] [Rhythmic Drumming] Iron Man:|Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Hold up. What are y'all lookin' at? Drums ain't goin' nowhere... so what you clowns|lookin' down for? Always remember this. Playin' the drums... it's like makin' love. You can't be lookin' down there... seein' what's going' on,|trying to get the flow right. Eyes on me. Don't look down. Yeah. Now, when you|makin' love right... when you handlin'|your business... you feel it! [Sticks Clatter]|Ugh. Maybe you don't. Eyes on me. Mm-hmm! Yeah... you know how it is... when you hittin' that spot, right? Don't ya, girl? Never look down. [Sticks Clatter] Dr. Lee:|That was impressive. Thank you, sir. What I like most... was instead of|making Sean look bad... you made yourself|look like a jackass. Let's take this from the top... and this time, follow me. Don't look down, remember? You have to learn to follow... before you can lead, Mr. Miles. Sean: Congratulations. You're not crabs anymore. Now you're crab drummers. And tomorrow... it's tree-shaking eliminations... which will determine|who will become A&T drummers. So tonight, celebrate... 'cause you made it through training. [Start Cheers] Yo, whoa, whoa. After you prove|a thorough knowledge of the rule book. What is mandatory|of all A&T musicians? All A&T musicians must read music. When can a P-2 or P-3... challenge for a spot on the field? At the practice|before the performance, sir. What is... last rule of the rule book? Uh. Head, uh... Stay ahead of the game. [Muted Groans] One band, one sound means... you all are responsible|for each other. That means|all of you are responsible... for showing "Boyz In The Hood" here|what the last rule is. What y'all laughing at? Down, boy!|Sit down! What's up? I'm going to get|a lap dance or something? From Diedre. Something like that. Sean: Why don't you read|the last page, brother? All right, all right. ''If you do not read this rule book...'' All: ''Your head will be shaved.'' I told you to read the book.|I told you, dog. Devon, Devon,|would you like me to help you... take your cornrows out? Would you like me to help you|take yours out? Ernest:|Show you some love, dog. Hey, Dev, let me tell you. You can look like me... but you ain't never|going to play like me. [Crowd Jeers] Watch my nerves. You ain't touching my head. You don't follow the rules... you don't audition. Whatever, man. Is that what you want me|to tell Dr. Lee? I don't care what you tell him. Dr. Lee ain't my daddy. This is bullshit. Man, how much fish|is Charles going to put in there? He going to short out|the whole building. Damn! You know, uh, big brother Sean|is going to be really happy... when he finds out|you quit the band... 'cause of some stupid haircut. 'cause of some stupid haircut. [Muffled Dance Music Playing] Well, all right. I'm about to go get up|on some honeys. Holler! [Dance Music Playing] This is the best. [All Cheer] I got my homeboy|right down the middle. Wait, wait, wait.|Hold up. Hold up. Who in here can do|an uptown fade? [All Yelling] I got this.|I got this one. Dr. Lee:|All right, crabs, check up! Tree-shaking is going|to rank you P-1 through P-4. But only P-1 s are guaranteed|a spot on the field. Now, if you're a P-2 or a P-3,|you can still get a spot... in sections that are available,|so do your best. I'll see you all on the other side. [Car Horns Blow] Man: Who is that? That's the upperclassmen. They flash their lights|to say what ranking... they think we should get. Hey, Charles,|what's up with your socks? Man, don't worry|about my socks, man. It's a tuba thing, shorty. Better be. Mr. Miles,|please play the required piece. It's on the stand. You notice this crab|hasn't looked down... at his sheet music once? - So?|- So? Who memorizes an audition piece? It's complicated. It's supposed to be read. They expect you|to stumble through it. Like you did? Dr. Lee:|Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like... the required piece as written. No, I just thought I'd add... a little something-something|on the end. Sean: He can play. We all know that. But his attitude is messed up. Now, I've put 3 years|into building this line. And the chemistry's great|and I don't want to jeopardize that. [Car Horns Blow] Your line seems to think otherwise. Yeah! P-2 bass! Ow! I did it, ma. Yeah, P-1 and everything. The only freshman to do that. I was just calling to let you know|everything is everything. Come on,|you know what that means. Yeah, it's all good. Excuse me. Hi. I'm looking for... this really good-looking brother|with cornrows. - And I heard--|- Student: Shh! I heard he made the drumline. Oh, so now you got jokes. Congratulations. Thanks. You know I can't wait|to see you move to my beats. Do women actually respond|to the way you come at them? Well, actually,|they usually come at me. ## This is a man's world ## W-What? Wait. Where you going? My bad. Hold on. Why don't you school me|on how to come at a sister. OK. How about showing some interest|in something... other than the way she looks? All right.|Let me see what you got here. Damn, girl!|What you, part of Oprah's book club? I'm a philosophy major. Dang. Philosophy?|That's deep. Yeah. Like, Ms. S.A.T. Girl, huh? Your parents probably|used to put... all your report cards|on the refrigerator. Mom be talking about,|''Aw, look... ''my baby done got another "A." Yes, she did.'' Something like that.|What about you? What major makes|your parents proud? Hey, to tell you the truth... I never even thought|I'd be in college... till Dr. Lee recruited me. It's that simple for you, huh? Yeah. I should-- You know what?|Let me get these for you. That's so cute. Yeah, I thought you'd like that. I did. I liked it.|But I can manage. I have a car. Word? Snares, listen up. This last drum part... before my solo's very complicated. Pay attention. Now, I'm gonna|go through it slow. Pay attention. Sean: Now the first game's|a week away... so you're gonna have to step up|to the learning curve quick. So take out your sheet music-- [Drumbeat] Yeah, that'll work. [Line Laughs] All right.|Choreography formation plots... will be worked out|on Wednesday... and we will have our first|run-through on Saturday. This is one of the new songs|for our first game. It's by E.W.F.:|Earth, Wind, and Fire. Man: Old school. Come on, now.|What y'all complaining about, huh? Oh, oh, oh, I see.|Y'all think y'all a band? All: Yes. See, Earth, Wind, and Fire was a band. Woman:|Back in your time. Dr. Lee: Hold it. Hold it.|So it's like that? So, what y'all want to play?|A little Angie Stone? All: Yeah! What? LL CoolJ? All: Yeah! Snoop Doggy Dogg? Ha ha! Ha ha! All these artists sample|from this group, OK? That's what we going to play.|Let's focus. 1 , 2, ready, and... {y:i}[In The Stone|By Earth, Wind & Fire Playing] ## I found that love provides the key ## ## Unlocks the heart and souls|of you and me ## ## Love will learn|to sing its song, yeah ## ## Oh, yeah,|love is written in the stone ## Before we take a break,|we have a challenge... for the Wilmington game. P-3 DonnellJones... is challenging P-2 Jayson Flore... on the basis of musicianship... and choreography. Front and center. Man, that's my roommate. Shit, this is messed up. Horn Section Leader:|Keep your horns up. Keep it together.|Don't flip up. Dr. Lee:|Let's back him up, please. Take it from the bridge. Hey, yo, do your thing, kid. [No Audio] [Whistle Blows] All right, take 5! Mini-Me. I need a volunteer|to polish the drums for tomorrow. Man, that's a P-4's job. Now I'm making it your job. You don't like it, quit. Need some help? [Beat-Boxing Cadence] [Joins In] Unh. Unh. ## You got me polishin' drums ## ## Till the break of dawn ## ## 'Cause some hating|upperclassman named Sean ## ## On and on, I'm on this drum ## ## And I'm tight like spandex ## ## What I do with my hands next ## ## Like, check,|making all the crabs cream ## ## This young Harlem child|put it down like bling ## [Crowd Cheering] [Crowd Cheering] Dang, the crowd is louder... than when the football team|was on the field. 'Cause down here,|it's about the marching bands, dog. Halftime is game time. Sean: Percussion!|Last words of advice... for our young 'uns on-line. You drop your sticks,|don't reach down and pick 'em up. Just keep moving your hands. I don't never drop my sticks. Kid, you about to step... in front of thousands of people. The crowd. The lights. It's scary... even for a hothead like you. Yeah, I bet you it's even scarier|for somebody with a wack solo. What? I ain't mumblin'. You want my solo? Take it. What? Yo, son, you don't even|want to tell me that. It's all you, son. Come with it. Dude, what are you doing? He'll freeze up|like any other freshman. His ass needs to be broken. All right, Panthers... let's start this season off right. One band, one sound. Band: A&T! Whoo! Ha ha! P.A.: This is the moment|you've all been waiting for. Get on your feet... and be prepared|for the baddest band... in the land... the A&T Marching Panthers... putting it down dirty-South style! The A.T.L. is in the house! P.A.: Hold up!|Wait a minute! Let us put some drums in it! Y'all ain't ready for|what we about to put down. The baddest drumline|in the land! What we are, you can't smoke,|you can't sniff it... 'cause we were born with it! Get ready to see|how we put it down... A.T.L. style! Drumline, get your thing on! Unbuckle your seat belts!|That's it! The baddest band|in the land--A&T! You think you know... but you have no idea. Hey, yo, man,|that was tight, bro. What was that? What did we rehearse? Why do we rehearse? You were out there|showboating for 5 minutes. If I wasn't able to signal... the drum major|to wrap you up... you'd still be out there|beating your damn drum! Dr. Lee, sir, um,|there's an explanation. See, Devon here thought-- Do I look like I need you... to explain anything|to me right now? No, sir. I don't know what|the beef is between you... but you'd better grill it up|and eat it... because it is my ass|that is on the line. Now, that is a new beginning. That's exactly|what I'm talking about. Great job, son. Really something. You were something special. Thank you, sir. Great job, all of you. Now, let's see Morris Brown top that! [Band Cheering] Some alumni want to speak with you. Just need one moment, sir. There they are. Don't keep them waiting. New beginning! Wagner: New beginning! Sean... I want you to polish|the drums tonight... and I'd better be able|to see myself in the silver. Yes, sir. I left the polish|on the bottom shelf, B. [Ernest Chewing And Sighing] [Mumbles]|This is good. Devon, man, I need|to tell you, brother... you killed them out there. You did your thing today. You're gonna be all right, dog. For real. You nice. So, what's up with me|and y'all tonight? What we gonna do? Sorry, dog.|I already got plans. Oh, OK, OK, all right. Uh, you in a hurry, brother? No. Well, yeah. Yeah, I gotta go to this little... meeting, a little party|or whatever, you know. Dog tired, though. Diedre:|Would you like to go out with me? I can keep you awake. Word? Yeah. No! No, no, I gotta... I gotta handle my business. I gotta do my thing on my own. One love...and all that. Be easy! He spit right in my French fries. Let me get the large fries|and diet coke, please. I got this.|Keep the change. Whoa. Oh, big spender. Let me see. $2.27. Thank you. Dang, ease up.|We just started dating. All-you-can-eat joints|come a little later. So, there is a date? Yeah, I'm trying to set up... a little casual dating situation. Really? Hmm. But southern sisters,|we don't casually date. We have boyfriends. Eh--heh heh! Ooh. You killing me|with the ''B'' word. Um...OK. Let's just say for pretend... OK. What would a boyfriend do|in this situation? He'd take me|to the Sigma party tonight. [Hip-Hop Music Playing] Men: ## Get going with it,|get down with it ## ## Whoo-ha!J.K. Style... ## Laila, honey, let's do the step. OK. Excuse me. I'll be right back. Yeah. [Music Stops] You ladies feel a step coming on? Dancers: Oh, yeah! Man: Get it, girl. Woman: Ooh, work it! ## Break it down now ## ## Sigma ## ## Ow! ## ## Phi ## ## All right ## ## Alpha Sigma Phi Alpha ## ## Psi! ## [No Audio] Men: Ahh! Yes! ## Oh, break it down,|oh, break it down ## ## Whoo, ahh ## Whoo! ## Gonna break it down,|gonna break it down ## ## Gonna break it down ## ## Ooh, ahh ## ## Hey, hey, check me out ## ## Huh! Check me out ## ## Huh! Check me out ## [Chanting Fades Away] "[Butterflyz" By Alicia Keys Playing] ## Mm-hmm-mmm ## ## Lately when I look into your eyes ## ## Baby, I fly ## ## You're the only one|I need in my life ## ## Baby, I just don't know|how to describe ## ## How lovely|you make me feel inside ## ## You give me butterflyz ## Mr. Taylor... you finish|those halftime cadences yet? Just finished them. Good. Let's hear it. Actually, Dr. Lee,|why don't we let Devon run it? Oh, nah.|You the big dog. Do your thing. No, I really think it'd help|if somebody else played it. I wouldn't do it no justice. What are you two--|Beavis and Black-head? It doesn't have to be perfect,|Devon. I just want to hear it. Come on. You knocked|that cadence out I did... in, like, a minute. You got it. Go on, rip it, dog. Go on, dog. Dr. Lee: Let's go, Devon. Band Member:|What's wrong, D? Dr. Lee:|Mr. Miles, is there a problem? Don't feel like playing|that wack-ass cadence. Yo, that was a bitch move, Sean. It's obvious,|if anybody bothered to pay attention. Personally, I don't give a damn... if the boy can't read a book. He's strong, and you know it. Have some respect|for your section, Robert. Snares have a standard. It's my job to protect the line|and that's what I did. You don't like it, follow his ass out. You lied on your application... you lied at your audition... when you played|the required piece... and you lied to me. I didn't think|it was that big a deal. Play that. That's the music|for next week's game... and you can't read it. And as far as I'm concerned... that's a very big deal. I'm enrolling you... in the applied percussion course. Man, that gives me 5 classes. Damn right it gives you 5 classes... and it ought to be 1 0... especially if you plan|on getting back on the line... anytime soon. What you mean|getting back on the line? I mean now you're a P-4. If you cannot read music... you cannot be on my field. Man, you can't take me off the line. I'm the best drummer you got. Ain't can't no class teach me|how to do me. Excuse me? Doing me is what got me down here|in the first place. No, lying... is what got you down here. And if you don't have|the honor and discipline... to learn your craft... then quite frankly, Devon,|you don't deserve to be here. Laila:|I don't get you sometimes. If music is what you love... why wouldn't you go to class? You love dance, right? Why you ain't studying that? My parents are paying|for my education. And to them... dancing's not a real major. Well, is it real to you? Because when I see you|doing your thing out on the field, you look happy. That seems real to me. It's not always|about doing what you love... all the time, Devon. See, I don't even get that, like,|so why you even come to A&T? I always knew I'd be here. Both my parents went to A&T. My mom's a Sigma Phi Alpha|my dad's the all-American. Just--ohh.|You'll meet them at homecoming. What? Brother's meeting the parents. Please take that class. [No Audio] [Drums Playing] [Drums Playing] [Crowd Chanting] Announcer:|The score's 1 4 to 1 0. And A&T university|is in a third-down situation. [Quarterback Calling Play] [Band Playing "Apache"|By Sugarhill Gang] Announcer:|All right, Mr. Wayne, work it out now. ## Jump on it,jump on it ## ## Jump on it,jump on it,|jump on it,jump on it ## Fight, fight, fight, fight! [Chuckles] Ah, the musicianship of hip-hop. Got all them musicians,|but no band. Hit 'em with a little|{y:i}Flight Of The Bumblebee. Announcer:|I told you that the score was 1 4 to 1 0. We're coming up on halftime. In just a few moments,|we're gonna rock the funk... {y:i}Flight Of The Bumblebee.! {y:i}Flight|{y:i}Of The Bumblebee.! {y:i}Flight Of The Bumblebee.! [Band Playing|{y:i}Flight Of The Bumblebee] Announcer:|Thank the sponsor... for bringing you|this wonderful football classic. Announcer:|State Farm Insurance. Like a good neighbor,|State Farm is there. [Playing "Let Me Clear My Throat]" Man, that's what|we should be playing. [Loud Cheering] Announcer:|And it's halftime! Prepare to experience 7 minutes... of mind-blowing moves... 420 seconds of sensational sound. Here they come... the Morris Brown College|Marching Wolverine Band. Drum major... you may now take the field. Hey, A&T, get your pencil|and paper out, baby! "This" is how it's done. Dr. Lee... do you want to explain|why Devon is not on the field? Not really. No, let me rephrase. I want my boy on the field now. There are some issues|preventing that. No, the only issue... is for you to give me|the same show... like you did the last game... or there won't be|a program next year. ## It's on us ## [Drums Playing] I can't believe|we ain't stepping to them fools. That's a straight up challenge. A&T going out like some punks. Is this how they make you|earn your scholarship? Mr. Wayne,|Morris Brown College. Oh, nice to meet you.|Devon. Oh, I know who you are.|I'm a big fan. You got a way with the crowds. Thank you, sir. The honorable Dr. Lee. Whoo! I was just admiring|Devon's packing technique. You know,|5 years as my assistant... he still hasn't learned|to put his best players... on the field. Get on the bus. You want to play some real music... give me a call. Heh heh! Oh, so... now you have music|in your program. You know, uh, if you're looking... for a job this summer... you can give me a call, too. I got enough shit in my life. I'll just use this|as toilet paper instead. Whoo! Still got that baton|stuck up your ass, huh? See y'all at the Classic. [Band Practicing Scales] Slight change, everyone. Before we get started|with rehearsal... Devon and Sean's|solo performance... from the Wilmington game|will get added... to the music for homecoming. Choreography and formation plots|get worked out on Tuesday. We give it a short test run|on Thursday and Friday. Mr. Miles...strap up. What the-- Let's get to work. This is bullshit. [Crowd Cheering] A&T Announcer:|And there they are... the homecoming king and queen... and the A&T court. But y'all know|it's all about the band... at homecoming 2002. On your feet for the greatest school...|and the baddest band in the land-- Atlanta A&T! A&T Announcer:|Now that's why they call it homecoming. You better recognize the realness. Now give some love|to Dr.James Lee. President Wagner: Yes. [Laughs]|Meet Dr. Lee. A&T Announcer:|They came all the way... from Macon University... for the annual drum battle. There will be no discussion. - We rule the cut.|- Hey! So send out your best. And remember, keep it clean. One second. They came here just to see you. Hey! Ha ha! All: Hey! Crowd: Boo! A&T Announcer: That's it? So it's amateur night, huh? Watch this. [Crowd Cheering] Audience: Oh! You see them twirl around? Crowd: Ooh! A&T Announcer: Oh, yeah. The powder was real cute. Audience: Oh! Come on! Good job, Roy. You didn't tell me|you had all of this planned. [Screams] Break it up!|Break it up! Hey, yo, big Rob,|you was throwin' crazy blows. Hey, yo, big Rob,|you was throwin' crazy blows. You had my back.|Good lookin' out. Ain't nobody backin' up|your dumb ass. I was throwin' for A&T. Dancer:|Good game, huh, girl? Second Dancer:|Yes, everything came out so beautiful. I think we have|about 3 more games before... Dad. Dad: OK, let's go. [Students Chattering] [Student Clears Throat] - Shh.|- Shh. [Conversations Stop] Why didn't nobody tell me|we was havin' a meetin'? We don't have to tell you anything. Devon: What's goin' on? A'ight.|That's how it's gonna be? [Door Opens] Yo, Dr. Lee, man, you gotta|talk to the line. They tripping. Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I got a little carried away. There wasn't nobody steppin' up... and I'm sayin'|you put me on the line... 'cause you know|I can make things happen. I put you on the line|because I made a mistake... and now I have|to do what I believe. You are no longer a member|of this band. Devon, there are things... that you just|do not understand. Devon? Yeah. I figured you'd|just be gettin' off work. Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah.|I just got up. Uh-huh.|Mom, I'm fine. It's... it's just midterms. Yeah. Uh--uh, actually... I should probably have|my head in a book right now. Yeah, I was just calling|to say hey. Yeah, I'll talk to you later. I love you, too. It ain't gonna be the same|without you, man. It's all about the tubas now, dog. What you mean? It's always|been about the tubas, shorty. - Pfft.|- Ha ha. Pfft nothin'. Hey, man, you know|how Dr. Lee is about time. I know, man. Yeah. You're on time... if you're 5 minutes early. You're late if you're on time. [Laughs] Hey, we gonna miss you, man. Why you actin' like|the man's gonna leave school? Look, fried okra night|in my room. Be there, a'ight? You a fool. All right, then. Take this.|All right. Y'all stay up. All right.|See you in class. Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! What--What--|What in the hell was that? Huh? Snares,|y'all need to pick it up. Mr. Wade? What--What is it? What? Ok, break them up|into groups... and do somethin', you know? Yeah! It's about time you got down here. What took you so long? Look, sorry to interrupt|your practice, sir. [Laughs] Man, you put on a show|up there... at the homecoming|last week, ha ha. But I bet Dr. Lee grounded you,|didn't he? Actually,|he kicked me off the band. I'm sorry to hear that, son. But see, that's what happens... when a talented brother like yourself|don't have a real place to shine. Uh, you know, Mr. Wade... I was wonderin' if maybe|you had a space for me... on your band next year. That's a definite possibility. But I want you to think|very carefully about that-- Then you come back and see me. In the meantime,|I'll talk to the coaches... about the scholarship situation. All right. Thanks. All right. Look, I might as well|tell you this up front. What's that? I can't really read music. Ha ha!|Don't worry about that. A lot of folks can't read the sign|that says ''toilet.'' Don't mean they don't know|how to use one. You want one? OK. Just once,|could a brother get a slice of pizza? Hi. Devon. Oh, snap,|now you can see me? Look, I panicked. My parents were|talking all that crap... about ''that hoodlum on the field|that started the fight,'' and I just... Devon, I'm--I'm sorry. It ain't about your parents. You left me hanging. You know how that feels? No? Let me show you. Sean: Dr. Lee? Dr. Lee. I just wanted to catch you|before rehearsal. I was thinkin'|that instead of promoting... a P-2 to replace Devon... we might just keep|the snare line at 9. And how long have you|been thinking that? Just this mornin'. Are you sure? I thought maybe it was the day|you showed us all he couldn't read... or maybe it was the night|he took your solo. I don't know. But since you heard him play... you decided that the line|or perhaps maybe just you... would be better off|without him. Remember|when I first made you section leader? You were sweatin' bullets,|wondering how you could lead... this loud, passionate group|of your peers... and I said you would be fine. Remember why? You said I loved|the sound of the line... more than the sound|of my own drum. Yes, and you've lost sight of that... and that's OK because we all|lose sight of things sometimes. But if you don't get it together,|Mr. Taylor... you're gonna have a difficult time... leading the senate|whether Devon is on it or not. Mr. Wade:|Now I put in a word with Mr. Hill... to get you some financial aid|next year... hook you up with a part-time job|this summer... put some money in your pocket. You know you need some money, hmm?|Hmm? Yeah. Yeah,|everybody needs some money... and the B.E.T. Southern Classic|comin' up. Where you gonna sit,|on the ground? Sit up in the skybox with us. You can see the honeys|way good up there. Oh, yeah!|Most def. So now, what can you tell me? What you mean, what can I tell you? What you mean?|What do I mean? Oh, I know Dr. Lee is workin' on|somethin' big for the Classic. The man's too damn stubborn... to sit down and take... his butt-whippin' like a man. You know that. [Chuckles] I don't know. There you go again.|You don't know. [Laughs] At least a play list. No, I don't have no idea. Lookie here, son... I'm talkin' about throwin' a lot|of financial aid your way next year. You need to give me somethin'. Meet me halfway on this thing. You don't wanna pass up|a deal like this. [Laughs] Look, man, I don't know|what Dr. Lee got planned. Whatever it is,|I hope he wipes y'all up with it. Fake-ass alligator shoes. Hey, yo, D.|You got another package, man. Cool. Ernest: Hey, if it's, uh... some more of your mother's cookin',|I want some. 'Cause those biscuits|she sent last time... was off the chain. 'Night. ''Music from some drummers you know... ''and ones you don't. Love, Dad.'' ''Ray Miles "Funk Connection. ''" Man On Tape:|"Funk Connection," take 5. [Funky Music Plays] [Funky Music Continues] [Music Stops] [Drumming] [Drumming] Dr. Lee know|you're in here wastin' tape? You even allowed in the building? Look, man, I got some stuff|in my head I need to put down.... so hurry up|with your little rudimentary shit. I've had it with your no-talent|wannabe gangster ass. You wanna prove once and for all|that I'm better than you? Strap up. Bring it on,|big brother tin man. Take your sound check. Whatever. Fake thug|little wannabe drummer boy. Whatever, you big bald-headed...|bourgie ''my first drum'' having. no-method man. Yeah, fluff daddy. Say I'm better than you. I ain't tryin' to hear you. You ain't heard me|since I stepped on campus. Because I know what you about. You don't know shit about me! What?! Yeah. I'm the man. Yeah, you the man. That's what I'm talkin' about. So go on and be the man|without the line. You the best, Devon. But when you're on the field,|nobody hears you. They hear the band.|One band. [Printer Whirs] [Beeps] Damn. Check this out. What's that? That's you. Devon:|Man, the machine was recording? Sean:|I don't know how you put... this series of combinations|together like that. Word. I mean, yeah. Well, since you ain't playin'|right now... I might have to use this for myself. [Chuckles] I'm playin', man. Look... I'm gonna help you with this. ## It's been a long time comin' ## ## I'm here now ## ## Nobody can stop that ## ## I had to travel long distances ## ## I'm the meanin'|of what persistence is ## ## And music is the only thing|I've really loved ## ## Since I was a kid ## ## And it's the only thing|I'm gonna love forever ## ## I been through the hard times|and bad weathers ## ## Long days and long nights ## ## Tryin' to get my career together ## ## But school was my first goal ## ## Bump these broads ## ## I was blessed with a talent|that could get me real far ## ## In time, and trust me,|I'm nice with mine ## ## And I'm sick with an instrument ## ## Listen to the drumline ## ## And all I got is mo' fire to come ## ## A lot of cats is nice ## ## But I'm liver than them ## ## And these A.T.L. streets ## ## Is what I'm tryin' to rise up from ## ## By any means,just to get that cream ## ## It was hard, but I did it ## ## Graduated to the big screen ## ## Now I'm on tour ## ## And the kid got bigger dreams ## ## It's been a long time comin' ## ## Hey, hey, I stayed away too long ## ## I'm just tryin' to chase my dreams ## ## Did I leave your mind|when I was gone? ## ## I hope not, 'cause I'm still here ## ## Hey, hey, I stayed away too long ## ## I'm just gonna chase my dreams ## ## Did I leave your mind|when I was gone? ## ## I hope not ## ## Hey, hey, I stayed away too long ## ## Hey, hey, I stayed away too long ## ## I'm just trying to chase my dreams ## ## Did I leave your mind... ## ## Did I leave your mind... ## - [Knock On Door]|- Come in. Dr. Lee?|You got a second? Yeah. [Jazz Playing] Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee? Mr. Miles. Um, I was wondering-- Well, we were wondering... if you needed any entrance cadences|for the Classic? Not that I'm tryin' to get back|on line or anything. I just wanted you|to check 'em out. No, no, no.|Let me see. All right. Now the concept is all Devon's. Yeah, but my man Sean here|had the structure on lock. But the snare part,|all the stickin'... it's the kid. What, you two a couple now? It got a old school feel to it. You know,|sometimes you gotta take it back. That's not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all. We're gonna try something... a little different this year... a little of my old school... with a little of your new... honoring the past|and the present at the same time. And that's what|our new direction is all about-- Bridging the gap. Our new piece|for the B.E.T. Big Southern Classic... was arranged by 2 of your very own... Mr. Devon Miles and Mr. Sean Taylor. [Band Cheering] This piece is very complicated... but it's not half as complicated... as the formations are going to be. We won't have any time|to waste here, people... so as you would say... let's get crunk. ## To show you that I love you ## ## Won't you please let me ## ## Back in your heart? ## ## Oh, darlin',|I was blind to let you go ## ## Let you go, baby ## ## But now since I see you in his arms ## ## I want you back ## ## Yes, I do now ## [Music Playing, Drumming] Yo,Jay, what are you doin', man? Man, what's it look|like I'm doin'? I'm fittin' to get my spot back. How, by riverdancin'|with your drum? [Music Stops] This is bullshit. I should just go talk to Dr. Lee. I mean, there are 3 other P-2s... on the bass line... and I'm the one|that gets challenged. Gee, I wonder why? Honestly, dog... I would have came after you, too. Uh-oh... my bad. My bad. Hey, thanks a lot, man. Let me see what you got. All right. [Sighs] Why you forcin' it? [ Grunting ]|Man, I'm not forcin' it. What you need to do is... you need to bang the drum. I'm bangin' it. Nah, that's not what|I'm talkin' about, dog. Look... love the drum. Man, I do love my drum. When was the last time|you got some? What? Man, get outta here. I'm just sayin' I'm a little worried. For real, man, you gotta... you know, like... like, you know, you know... - [ Grunts ]|- What are you doin' man? Devon:|You gotta work the middle,Jay. Work the middle. Jay: Work the middle.|[Bangs Drum] You're doin' it like a virgin. - I'm tryin'.|- Come on, pop it. [Banging Drum]|How's that? Yeah, that's it.|Now you hittin' it. Oh, you know|you ain't right for that. What you talkin' about, man? ## Uh, what ##|[Clicks Sticks] ## Uh, uh, what, uh ## Yeah, yeah. ## A-hey ## ## Shorty, shorty ## - Devon!|- ## Shorty ## Devon! Devon! I saw these guys grab Ernest. Yo, what? They grabbed Ernest. Look, I yelled for him... and he wouldn't|say a word to me. He just went with them. Yo, all right, calm down.|Where'd they go? Devon:|Are you sure he said ''gardens?'' Diedre: I think so. What do you mean, you think so? Pooh Bear: Gentlemen... you have now crossed|the burning sands. Jay: Hey, man,|it's like the black KKK. Should we kick their-- Pooh Bear:|Sacrifice, work, and toil... to join a brotherhood|like no other. You are now|men of distinction. I don't see Ernest. Gentlemen of service... sons of scholarship... it is my pleasure|to welcome you... to the Lambda Mu chapter|of Kappa Kappa... All: Psi! National honorary band fraternity|incorporated. Yo. Go, E. Your journey is now complete. Ha! Yo, E!|Yeah! That's my man! What's up, baby? What y'all doin' here? Yo, man, I went over. For real. K K Psi till I die, baby. Yeah, I thought|you had lost your damn mind. I couldn't talk about it. Jay: Yeah, obviously, dog. Charles:|All right, well, congrats, man. Hey, hold that. OK. - Aw, yeah.|- Mmm. Mmm. Yes, I would love to go out with you. Devon: Player, player. Charles:|Yeah, look at you. Cat daddy! [Dogs Barking] People say that the band... is just a reflection|of its director... and I want you all to know... that you've influenced me as well... and I'm very proud of you. Man: We're proud of you, too, Dr. Lee. [All Cheering, Applauding] - Dr. Lee!|- Go, Doctor! Excuse me, Dr. Lee? I'd like to challenge|DonnellJones, P-2 bass... on musicianship and choreography. [Band Cheering, Whistle Blowing] God's Gift:|Everybody take a knee. [Drumsticks Clacking] [Drums Stop] [ Whispering ] Yeah, that's how you flip it,Jay. [Band Cheers] Mr. Miles... can I holler at you for a second? Yeah. Yes, sir. [Sighs] If it means anything... I've been back and forth 1 00 times... about letting you|on the field tomorrow, man. I understand. But I can do something|about next year. You earned that. Word? Sure. Thanks a lot, Dr. Lee. Thank you. No problem. Look... how about we start all over? I'd like that. I'm Devon. Laila. So what's your major? Dance. OK. That's hot. Give me a hug. [Crowd Cheering] Fox Sports Announcer:|It all started 40 years ago... with 2 Atlanta bands... Atlanta A&T|and Morris Brown College... putting on a small competition... to raise money to purchase uniforms. A humble beginning|for what has grown... into a bandaholic's|dream weekend here in Georgia. Today's B.E.T. Classic|brings in over 50,000 fans... to the Georgia Dome... and an even bigger|television audience. Over the years,|the competition has become slicker... and much more glitzy. With reigning champion|Morris Brown... you know what to expect. 5 of the South's best|competing for top honors... $50,000, and a year's-worth|of bragging rights. Woman: ## Oh, say ## ## Does that star-spangled ## ## Banner yet ## ## Wave ## ## O'er the land of the free ## ## And the home ## ## Of the ## ## Brave ## ## You keep bumping me|against the wall ## ## Yeah, I know|I let you slide before ## ## But until you seen me ## ## Trust me ## ## You ain't seen bouncin' back ## [Crowd Cheering] Morris Brown Announcer:|Prepare to experience... 7 minutes of mind-blowing moves. Man, do they do "anything" new? 420 seconds|of sensational sound... [Car Horn Honks] Morris Brown Announcer:|Check it out, y'all. Comin' into the stadium|right now... this is the future... of the funk. Black by popular demand... the Morris Brown College... Marching Wolverine Band... featuring Jive recording artist... Petey Pablo! Y'all ready?! Y'all ready?! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Hey! ## U.S.A. ## ## U.S.A. ## ## Who am I? ## Crowd: Petey Pablo! ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all ## ## Y'all witness to me ## ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all y'all ## ## Y'all ready? ## ## Get your pride now ## ## 'Bout to blow this up ## ## Yeah ## ## It's on now ## ## Petey Pablo graduated broke ## ## Shook 'em up, twisted the game ## ## Train comin' full speed ## ## Ain't nothin' stoppin' this thang ## ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all ## ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all y'all y'all ## ## Y'all better listen to me ## ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all ## ## Y'all ## ## Y'all better listen to me ## ## Y'all ## ## Everybody happy? ## ## Y'all better ## ## Break it down for me ## ## Down ## All right, A&T, check up! B.E.T. Announcer:|As you can see... there's a lot riding|on this competition, folks: $50,000. OK... the radio is off now. It's time for some real music. But when you get out there today... I only want you to do one thing... and that's enjoy playing|with your band mates. So what's the con-- All: One band! One sound! All right. It's show time! We have seen imitators! We've also seen duplicators! But now... it's time for the originators! Ladies and gentlemen... I would like to introduce to you... the Atlanta A&T marching band! And now fasten your seat belts... and get into|the Atlanta A&T time machine. We're going back, back, back in time. [Playing "Can You Feel It"|By TheJacksons] [Crowd Cheering] Ryan Cameron:|Oh, so y'all like old school, huh? Let's give 'em one more. [Whistles] [Playing "I Want You Back"|By TheJackson 5] [Playing "Dancing Machine"|by TheJackson 5] [All Singing Indistinctly] [Hip Hop Song] Boogie! Yeah! Cameron:|Pack it up! Let's go home! The A&T Panthers own the dome. P.A. Announcer:|And now, ladies and gentlemen... to announce the winners|of tonight's competition... straight from New York City... it's B.E.T.'s very own A.J. and Free! What's up, Atlanta?!|How y'all doin'?! What's up, A.T.L.?! I'm Free, y'all! And I'm A.J. from "1 06 & Park..." B.E.T.'s Top 1 0 Live! How y'all doing out there? It has been an amazing night, y'all. We haven't stopped grooving|since we started. No doubt. All the bands|have performed and put it down. You made it very difficult|for the judges to decide. - So hard.|- Oh. So hard, in fact,|that today we have... Both: A 2-way tie! That's right, y'all. We've got a 2-way tie today. Y'all have give it up|for the bands. They've worked really hard|to get here tonight... but 2 have stood out|from the rest. And I don't know about y'all,|but the suspense is killing me. So let's get right to it. All right, so Mr. Wade... Yes! from Morris Brown... and Dr. Lee from A&T... please step forward! Yeah! Free:|Ladies and gentlemen... for the first time... in the history... of the B.E.T.|Big Southern Classic... A&T and Morris Brown|will meet center field! The drumlines will put it down|for the championship! Bring it on! Free: Both bands will perform|2 drum cadences. The judges will make|their decision... on who will take|the $50,000 prize. Devon? Yes, sir. You want to give 'em|a little taste... of what they're gonna|get all next season? That is if it's OK|with your section leader. Mini-Me,|I knew you couldn't stay away. Cecil! Thank you. Give 'em hell. - Cecil!|- What? Take off your uniform! Huh? Pants, too.|Come on! [Crowd Cheering] [Crowd Cheering] All: Break... it! [Crowd Cheering] [Crowd Cheering] [Crowd Cheering] It's OK. It's OK. Free: It looks like the judges|have made their decision. The winner and champion... of the B.E.T.|Big Southern Classic... is Atlanta A&T University! Aah! Forget them fools. All: A&T! A&T! A&T! A&T! A&T! A&T! [Drumsticks Playing] All: ## Uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## All: ## Uh-oh ## All: Oh! ## Have you ever slipped up and ## ## Got caught up in something ## ## Crimilating evidence ## ## Crimilating evidence ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Didn't pay attention when ## ## You thought you were creepin' ## ## You thought you kept it on the low ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## I thought I had my game tight ## ## Till I got caught up in the night ## ## 'Cause I didn't|turn off my cell phone ## ## Heard everything I said ## ## And I was so busted ## ## And all that I could say was ## ## Uh-oh ## ## Betta watch them two-ways ## ## It'll get ya caught up ## ## Caller I.D. will ## ## It'll get ya caught up ## ## Message on the voice mail ## ## It'll get ya caught up ## ##Them shady friend that go and tell ## ## Oh... ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh ## ## Uh-oh, uh-oh... ## [New Song Begins] ## Saw you 'round the other day ## ## Shorty she was all the way ## ## Looked like you were feelin' me ## ## So I had to come and see ## ## Girly wasn't tryin' to hate ## ## But she had to demonstrate ## ## That she was the queen to be ## ## But she couldn't fight the chemistry ## ## And I say ## ## I, I, I ## ## I can't lose you ## ## I, I, I ## ## No ## ## She was disco lights|on a Friday night ## ## She moves across the floor ## ## Suga' ## ## She was oh so tight|like dynamite ## ## Blowin' me up with her love ## ## She was on the phone with me ## ## All night long ## ## I just can't get enough ## ## She was ah ah oh ## ## Ah ah oh ## ## Blowin' me up with her love ## ## Uh uh uh uh uh ## ## Uh uh uh uh uh ## ## So tell me what's it gonna take ## ## Tell me what's it gonna take ## ## You've got me all bent out of shape ## ## You've got me all bent out of shape ## ## Thinkin' 'bout you all day ## ## Thinkin' 'bout you all day ## ## So why you gonna make me wait ## ## And I say ## ## I, I, I ## ## I can't lose you, no ## ## I, I, I ## ##Whoa ## ## She was disco lights|on a Friday night ## ## She moves across the floor ## ## She was oh so tight|like dynamite ## ## Blowin' me up with her love ## ## Na na na na na na ## ## Na na na na ## ## I can't get enough ## ## Na na na na na na na ## ## Na na na na ## ## Ooh, yeah... ## [New Song Begins] ## Yo, the game is dirty ## ## Watch how you playin' it ## ## It's your bed ## ## Watch who you let lay in it ## ## It's your crib ## ## Watch who you let stay in it ## ## 'Cause when you think they want ## ## They just might ## ## And it's hard to tell ## ## So choose your chicks right ## ## The real ones knowing you front ## ## That's why you gotta know|what you want ## ## Walk with 'em ## ## Show 'em the lounge ## ## Conversate--|talk to 'em slow ## ## Nowadays it's hard to tell ## ## Where them girls is comin' from ## ## Are they in it to the finish ## ## Or just having fun? ## ## I ain't mad at them girls ## ## Doin' what they do ## ## Out to get that money ## ## But I ain't that dude ## ## Whoa ## ## I want a girl, a regular girl ## ## I want a girl only trippin'|off that iced-out shit ## ## I want a girl, a regular girl ## ## If you're for real ## ## Then let me hear you holler ## ## I want a girl ## ## That can ride with me ## ## Never get tired of me ## ## That's the girl for me ## ## That's what I'm looking for ## ## I want a girl ## ## That can hang with me ## ## Want to do thangs with me ## ## All I want is ## ## I want a girl like you ## ## I want a girl that can ride with me ## ## Never get tired of me ## ## That's the girl for me ## ## Yeah ## ## I want a girl that can hang with me ## ## Want to do thangs with me ## ## All I want ## ## I want a girl like you... ## |
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