Now in Florida, when the light turns green, that means you can what? Go! And you -- you walk across the street, you know. You don't look for cars to kill you, do you? You walk across the green. In New York, green don't mean nothing.
Police don't just pull you over right away. They follow you. They follow you for like 10, 15 blocks, and you're like, 'Damn.' You just want to get out of the car: 'Just give me the ticket! Stop messing with me! OK, I ran through a red light -- take it!'
I grew up the baby of eight kids. We grew up in a two bedroom house. My mom never had to worry about curfew. You came home late, you didn't have a bed. It was simple.
Why do we talk like that to the police? Why do we come up with words we've never used? Suddenly we are Harvard graduates when we talk to the police. We super-educated: 'How you doin', officer? The reason I was exceeding the speed limit was due to...
We couldn't afford no Halloween costumes -- eight kids, please! Mama sent us down to the liquor store, put boxes on us. We didn't know what we were -- 'I don't know what we are. I don't know. She didn't tell us. I think we UPS? I don't know.'