Spare some change?
Sorry, man, I got nothing.
All right.
[siren wails]
Hold it right there.
[car door closes]
Let's see some ID.
I wasn't even doing anything, man.
Are you talking back to me?
No, I was just walking, man.
Look, there is no reason for you to get upset, sir.
I'm not. I'm not.
All right, that's it. Put your hands on your head.
Put my hands--
Put your hands on your head, yes!
You had your chance.
Listen, man, can I just ask you,
like, politely what it is that I did?
- Think I was born yesterday? - Come on, man, I--
Get in the car. Duck your head.
Aah!
Ahh.
[groans]
[bottles clink]
All right, Officer, I'll take it from here.
Oh, hi, Wally. Good to see you.
He's all yours.
All right.
What?
[chuckles]
Y'all have a good night.
All right.
Thanks, man, but where we going?
I'm glad you asked.
Follow me.
Through there?
[shouts]
[magical tune]
[laughs]
Whoa, look at this place.
Where are we?
Just be patient, and I'll show you.
Your suit changed.
♪ Follow me to a place I know ♪
♪ Where there ain't no pain and no sorrow ♪
♪ It's a place to be if your skin is brown ♪
♪ I'm talking 'bout Negrotown
[cheerful music]
Negrotown?
What, like, Atlanta?
[laughs] Almost.
Now be quiet while I sing.
♪ In Negrotown, you can walk the street ♪
♪ Without getting stopped, harassed, or beat ♪
♪ And there's always a cab when you need to get around ♪
And they always stop.
♪ In Negrotown
♪
I think I'm getting it.
It's like a utopia for black people.
Yeah!
But seriously, shut the fuck up.
♪ You won't get followed when you try to shop ♪
(all) ♪ You can wear your hoodie
♪ And not get shot
♪ No white folks to cross the street in fear ♪
(all) ♪ No trigger-happy cops
♪ Or scared cashiers
(Jordan) ♪ That loan application
♪ Can't get turned down
♪ You're always approved in Negrotown ♪
This is amazing!
I know, right?
(women) ♪ We're going down to Negrotown ♪
♪ Where the strong black men are raining down ♪
♪ There's light skin, dark skin, every shade ♪
♪ And there's no white bitches to take them away ♪
♪
This sounds too good to be true.
- It does, doesn't it? - Yeah.
But can a nigga finish a song?
Oh.
I mean, can a nigga finish?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
♪ In Negrotown, you live long and well ♪
♪ There's no disease, no sickle cell ♪
♪ No stupid-ass white folks touching your hair ♪
♪ Or stealing your culture, claiming it's theirs ♪
♪ Hanging out in a group doesn't make you a gang ♪
♪ Every word that you say ain't considered slang ♪
♪ No one trying to get in on the latest trend ♪
♪ By making you their token black friend ♪
♪ There's a place where harmony is found ♪
(all) ♪ It's a motherfucking black playground ♪
♪ Talking 'bout Negrotown
(all) ♪ Talking 'bout Negro
♪ Talking 'bout Negro, Negro, Negro, Negro ♪
♪ Talking 'bout Negrotown
[song ends]
[eerie humming]
(man in the distance) Sir? Sir? Sir?
Sir?
[groans] Wha--
All right, get up.
- Wha-- - Let's go, get up.
[groans] Wait a second.
Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, hold on, wait.
I thought I was going to Negrotown.
Oh, you are.
[piano music]
♪
[door closes and engine starts]
♪