( funk music playing )
Narrator: After a generation of struggle
changed the face of our nation,
African Americans entered the '70s
with new found hope.
- I am... - I am...
- somebody! - "somebody!"
Vibrant leaders emerged
and black culture reached its high point,
influencing all facets of American life.
## Say it Iouder... ##
Audience: ## "I'm black and I'm proud" ##
Let me hear you-- ## Say it Iouder... ##
But progress slowed in the decades that followed.
Black culture began to lose its distinctive flavor.
( Iaughs )
And as the millennium drew to a close,
disaster struck.
These seemingly random events were in fact orchestrated
by The Man, a villain obsessed
with turning back the clock on race relations.
Just when it seemed the funky spirit
of the '70s would be lost forever,
a new hero emerged. His name, Undercover Brother.
## "Tear the roof off, we're gonna" "tear the roof off the mothersucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off the sucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off, we're gonna" "tear the roof off the mothersucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off the sucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off, we're gonna" "tear the roof off the mothersucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off the sucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off, we're gonna" "tear the roof off the mothersucka" ##
## "Tear the roof off this sucka" ##
## You've got a reaI type of thang going down ##
## Getting down ##
## There's a whole lot of rhythm going round ##
## Whoa! We want the funk ##
## Give up the funk Ah, we need the funk... ##
Give it to me. Need it, got to have it.
- ## We need the funk ## - We need the funk.
- ## "Gotta have the funk" ## - Say!
## La-Ia-Ia-ya-ya ##
## Do-do-do-do-do... ##
( car honks )
( tires screeching )
## "Turn this mother out..." ##
It ain't no thang.
( together ) Yeah.
A bird gonna shit on my windshield?!
Not on my Cadillac!
I'm gonna chop your feathers off and put you in Chinatown!
They gonna make Peking Pigeon out of you!
Damn!
Unbeknownst to Undercover Brother,
there was a secret organization dedicated to truth,
justice, and the Afro-American way.
They had never crossed paths until now.
( beeping )
Headquarters, come in.
Good work, Sistah GirI.
Data from the mainframe ready to commence.
- She's transmitting! Are we up and ready? - Yes, sir.
And I've hacked into the bank security system.
Computer: You've got soul.
- We're in. - "Aha!"
The computer! Another idea stolen from the black man.
Did you all know that George Washington Carver
made the first computer out of a peanut?
- Hmm? - A peanut?
- A peanut! - Shut up and get back to work!
I've spent six months setting up this operation
and I want to see everything--
off-shore accounts, dummy corporations, money Iaundering.
If we can cut off his funds,
we may finally be able to stop The Man.
Waited a Iong time for this.
- What the hell? - What the hell?
- What the-- - "Dissed."
- Ah, solid. - "Hey!"
What the hell are you doing, old man?
( beeping )
- AII: Whoa! - Headquarters...
- is there another agent on this case? - Hell, no!
Damn it, who is that guy?
I'II cross-reference the bank's security camera with our database.
Guard 1: Come on, Uncle Ben!
( together ) Whoa!
Oh, shit!
It's Macy Gray with pork-chop sideburns!
( karate yell )
Who's bad?
( screaming )
Ohh! Right up the pooper!
- ( Body & SouI music pIaying ) - Right on, sweet sistah.
Chief: Damn it, who is he?!
- ( exasperated sigh ) - Sistah Girl, abort mission!
Damn it. Who was that guy?
## "Hey, Undercover" ##
- ## "Undercover Brother" ## - Solid.
## "Here's the plan--" "he's got to fight the man" ##
## "And he's looking fine" "when he goes head to head" ##
- ## "Dig those funky threads" ## - ## "Wears his daddy's black" "medallion" ##
## "And it stands for pride" ##
## "Truth and justice" "be your guide" ##
- ## "He's bad" ## - ## "All he does is good" ##
## "He's the Robin Hood" "of the 'hood" ##
## "Hey-hey, Undercover" ##
- "Solid." - ## "Undercover Brother" ##
## Dressed to kill in the Coupe Deville ##
## "Oh, hey!" ##
- ## "Undercover" ## - "Too funky for myself."
- ## "Undercover Brother" ## - ## "Undercover Brother." ##
Yeah.
Announcer: Mr. Feather, The Man wants to see you.
Fabulous.
Newscaster: And now, the Channel 8 News with Wendy Marshall
and Chuck Marlboro.
There's growing speculation that former defense secretary and war hero,
GeneraI Warren BoutweII, wiII run for President.
He is considered the first African-American
with a Iegitimate chance of winning.
Wendy? Yeah, he is a strong candidate, Chuck.
He's so well-spoken. I've noticed that.
General Boutwell seems to have a lot of support all across the nation.
Yes, and not just in the urban areas.
In fact, the decorated four-star general and Vietnam vet
is regarded as one of the country's
most well-respected public figures.
GeneraI: Thank you very much.
A staunch advocate for civil rights,
Boutwell has never backed down from controversial issues.
Indeed, if ever there was a straighter arrow than Warren Boutwell,
we'd be hard-pressed to find him.
Well, if he does declare his candidacy,
this certainly will be an exciting race.
Race? I'm not touching that one.
First, our children hip-hop all over the suburbs.
Now Boutwell might be President?!
They are taking over every aspect of our culture!
- Don't you agree, Mr. Feather? - Word.
- For sheezy, my neezy. - What did you say?
I said... for sure.
Yes, indeedy.
( coughs ) I have a coId.
I want the White House to stay white.
Eliminate him!
But, sir, if we kill him,
we'II onIy be making him a hero.
Do you have a better idea?
Our friends at Multinational Inc.
have been developing a new drug
with some very interesting side effects.
I think we may have found the perfect guinea pig.
Newscaster: The so called Afro Bandit struck Multinational Bank.
However, it appears no money was stolen.
Authorities questioned singer Macy Gray,
but she was released for lack of evidence.
Well, would anybody like to explain exactly
what the hell happened at the bank?!
His name is Undercover Brother.
Apparently, he was erasing mortgage records
so that Iow-income famiIies wouIdn't Iose their homes.
Sistah GirI: Great.
A "Soul Train" reject with a Robin Hood complex.
- Now I've heard everything. - Hey, hey, hey, now.
At Ieast he got the job done.
- That's the kind of man we need around here. - The keyword being "man"?
Hold on. I didn't say that, you did.
Man-man.
The GeneraI's press conference is starting!
Newscaster: We interrupt this broadcast to take you live
to a press conference by GeneraI Warren BoutweII,
in which he is expected to announce
that he is a candidate for presidency of the United States.
I wonder if he'II run as a Democrat or an Independent.
- Never know. Might be a Republican. - Oh, please.
What kind of self-respecting black man
would run as a Republican?
Name one thing the Republican party
has done for black people. One!
Well, they were the party of Lincoln.
They stood against the tyranny of oppression
by Ieading the caII for the CiviI War,
and forced passage of the Emancipation Proclamation,
which freed the slaves.
AII right, name two things IateIy.
Damn it, It doesn't matter what party!
This could be the first step on the road to putting
an African-American in the White House.
It's a great day for bIack peopIe of aII races.
- GeneraI: "Good morning." - Think about it!
I've thought Iong and hard about how I can best serve my country
now that I'm no Ionger in uniform.
Well, today...
I am proud to announce
that I will be...
opening a chain of fried chicken restaurants.
AII: GeneraI BoutweII!
Yes, sir.
So, you're passing up a chance to be President
to open a chicken joint?
A man Iike me doesn't have any business in poIitics.
They say you should always do what you know.
And what I know is good fried chicken.
- Ohh... - GeneraI: "Yes, ma'am."
Don't you think your supporters in the African-American community
will be particularly disappointed?
Not after they taste the GeneraI's fried chicken.
( gasps )
GeneraI: Surrender, Colonel, here comes the General.
- "Will there be side dishes?" - Sweet potatoes...
- ( sighs ) - black-eyed peas,
- "mashed potatoes, macaroni..." - Mmm.
cornbread, and the General's special...
hot sauce!
( Iaughing ) That's aII for today.
Thank you very much. Nice to see you all.
Reporter: General, what about desert?
You know, he does have a point about that Colonel.
I never trusted the CoIoneI!
Slaves cooked that chicken! Ain't no white man know
about no 16 herbs and spices and giblets!
Smart Brother, if you so damn smart,
- "why don't you explain" what just happened? - ( stammers )
( mimics stammering ) If I wanted to hear something stupid,
- I'd ask this skinny bIack ass! - In your face!
Skinny black-- Hey!
We got to find out exactly what happened to the General, and fast!
I'II get right on it. Whoa, hoId on.
Not that fast. We need some new blood on this case.
What? Who? You can't just hire some fooI off the streets.
Watch me. Get me Undercover Brother!
- "( toilet flushing )" - Ooh, too funky for myself.
Man on TV: You were the only man outside the palace.
- "I was outside." - Jimmy!
-But I wasn't the onIy one. - "Jim Kelly!"
- It is not possibIe. - Watch out for the hand! Watch out for the hand!
( grunting )
Gets you every time! Spinning back-kick!
( fake yawn )
I think I'II Iay down
and get me a IittIe bit of sIeep.
( karate yell )
Don't touch the hair!
Okay, Bruce Leroy, turn around.
Slowly.
If you gonna shoot me,
shoot me.
Thank you, Jesus.
Hmm.
Dig it.
You that Sistah GirI from the bank, huh?
I guess you Iike what you saw earIier.
Look, baby, let's stop fooling around.
Your body's slammin', let's get to jammin'.
Excuse me?
Oh, nothing relaxes a brother after a hard day of going undercover
Iike a IittIe piece of the cookie.
Goddamn. My cookie would break you in half.
Maybe, but that would be some long division.
Long.
You hit me pretty good, but I wasn't ready.
Now, any time you think you want to get feisty or throw down--
( crash )
So, Sistah GirI,
if you're not here for Undercover Lover,
you must be here for Undercover Brother.
What, pray tell, can I do for you today?
Sistah GirI: Okay, we're here. Now be cool.
- "This place is top secret." - Undercover Brother: "Solid."
Man: Man, you know you ain't right.
Whoo-oo!
I'm gonna need my custom shears
for this masterpiece.
CarefuI. Puncture him and the hot air's IiabIe to kiII you.
- Sistah Girl: "Take a seat." - "Don't mind if I do."
- We're gonna hook you right up. - Holy funkadelic!
This is some kind
of secret organization you have here.
Look at all this hi-tech spy equipment.
You got clippers, you got T.C.B. activator.
I mean, your onIy competition must be the K.G.B.
- ( Iaughter ) - Or the F.B.I.
( screaming )
Who the hell are you, woman? You're the Grim Reaper!
I don't want to go to hell!
I ain't never did nothing but good!
I swear to God I ain't done nothing wrong!
( screaming continues )
Oh, come on.
The flashing light and fan make the drop seem worse than it is.
I knew that. Mm-hmm.
Computerized voice: Entering secure area.
Stand here.
Right here?
Computer: Blackness confirmed. You got soul.
What I'm about to show you
few people have ever seen before.
P.A.: Would Agent Jefferson please pick up the black courtesy phone?
Agents report to the ready room.
Welcome to the Brotherhood.
Solid.
Yes, I know.
I reaIIy don't want to taIk about this over the teIephone.
Perhaps we could meet at a secret location?
Okay. No, that sounds great.
AII right. RevoIution. Take care.
Man: "The revolution will not be televised. "
- This is Undercover Brother. - Hey, how you doing?
Good morning!
Good morning? Get on the desk!
You brought a spy around me?!
Spy in the building!
- Don't touch the 'fro. - Back up off!
- Back up off "me!" - Let me tell you something about the word "good."
Good is an ancient Anglo-Saxon word.
Go-od, meaning the absence of color,
i.e.-- "It's all good,"
which it is, or "Good Will Hunting,"
meaning, "I'm hunting niggas!"
So if you say "good morning" to me, you're saying,
"I'm gonna kill your black ass first thing in the morning!"
- "Is that that damn Undercover Brother?!" - You in trouble.
- Where the hell have you been?! - Hey.
This is a job, not some kind of damn summer camp!
And I'm tired of you disrespecting me!
Give me one good reason why I shouIdn't fire your sorry ass!
Because I don't work for you?
Shut up!
Save your smart comments for the chunky brother in the smock!
Now get in my office!
Congratulations, Mr. Feather.
Thank you, Mister...
The Man.
As you can see, the GeneraI is totaIIy under our controI.
The Man: Yes, our little experiment was a success.
In fact, I've decided to use the General to launch "Operation Whitewash."
Fabulous. I'll inform Multinational to step up production.
The only thing standing in our way is the Brotherhood.
And they won't be a problem, will they, Feather?
No, sir.
Good.
( mockingly ) Uh, will they, Feather?
( light rock playing )
- "New one from Britney--" - "( classical music playing )"
( scoffs )
( hip-hop music playing )
## "Oh-oh" ##
## "Ooo-mmm" ##
## "Let's get it crunk upon," "have fun upon" ##
## "Up in this dancery" ##
## "We got ya open, now ya floatin'" ##
## "So you gots to dance for me" ##
## "Come on, everybody, get on up" ##
## "'Cause you know we got" "to get it crunk" ##
- "( music stops )" - What am I doing?!
And that's why we believe there's got to be
some connection between the GeneraI's announcement and The Man.
Come on, y'all. Y'all telling me there's really "a" Man?
What do you think, Undercover Brother?
If that is your reaI name.
You think things just happen by accident?
No! Sometimes people,
mostly white people, make things happen.
That's where we come in
and our never ending struggle against The Man,
a.k.a. Whitey, a.k.a. Mr. Charlie,
a.k.a. Honky McGee.
So, the conspiracies we've believed
for all these years are really true?
The N.B.A. really instituted
the three-point shot to give white boys a chance?
Smart Brother: Absolutely.
So the entertainment industry really "is" out to get Spike Lee.
- Is that right? - Come on, man!
Even Cher got an Oscar.
Cher-rr!
And O.J. really didn't do it?
Let's just move on, shall we?
Holy moly, looks like the Source Awards in here.
Ow! It does now.
- Hurting. - Who's that?
Sistah GirI: Oh, this is Lance, our intern.
Lance, this is Undercover Brother.
What's happening?
Whas-ssup?!
Okay, how did the white boy get a job
here at the Brotherhood?
Shit. What can I teII you? Affirmative action.
What? Here we go.
Oh, boy. Open up the window.
It's getting aII raciaI up in this piece.
Look here, Undercover Brother,
now that you're working for us,
you're gonna need to memorize our rules and regulations.
Trim the hair, and for God's sake, get rid of the clothes.
Slow your roll, Chief. You know, I respect
what y'all are doing here at the Brotherhood,
but I'm a firm beIiever in everybody shouId do their own thang.
## What a boy wants, what a boy needs ##
## Whatever... ##
( mutters )
## Free... ##
Okay, he should never do his own thang.
I'm getting too oId for this shit.
Conspiracy Brother: I said, "You'd better open the bank and give me my money."
Yeah? "It's my money.
I don't care whose bank it is!" Right.
I know whose money is in it. I'm keeping it reaI.
- That's all I'm saying. - Hi, Conspiracy Brother.
"Hi"? What you mean, "Hi"?
Like, "Hi, y'all want to be white?"
High, Iike the white man wants to keep us? Huh?
You don't smell no weed on me, did you?
Hey, brother, can I get a Iist
of the words that trigger these fits?
Man, you really need to relax.
- Go see a movie. - A movie?
A movie. Come on, man!
So I can faII in Iove with some cute bIack man
that teaches white people everything they know about the shrimp industry
before they kill him 30 minutes into the movie?
"Hey, why don't you walk down that tunnel, black man?
Hey, black man, turn on the generator.
This dinosaur is out there. Hey, black man, look out.
- He's got a gun!" - ( gunshot )
Oh! I'm hit!
But my vest caught it, bitch!
Yes, I'm alive!
I toId you to keep your finger off the trigger of that thing!
I'm cool, everybody.
- Undercover Brother, please. - "Go on back to work."
- Sorry about all that. - "I shit on myself!"
I have a coupIe of things for you.
Here are your shoes. I took the Iiberty of making a few modifications.
Whoo!
And now, am I correct in assuming that the CadiIIac
that was double-parked in the parking lot belongs to you?
Smart Brother, that is not just a Caddy.
That is a Cadillac Coupe DeVille.
Conspiracy Brother: Y'all don't give a shit about me! I need a sponge bath.
Smart Brother: That's an orange soda dispenser.
And a crossover amp and subwoofer for your eight-track.
Ah, man. Smart Brother, you's a bad mother--
- Shut your mouth! - ( both Iaugh )
Enjoy, huh?
AII right.
Big car, big hair, big necklace.
Someone is clearly overcompensating.
First of all, you forgot about my big, black, fuzzy balls.
( gasps )
And secondly, this is not a necklace,
it's a medallion given to me by my father
so I never forget who I am or what I stand for.
I don't need no goId. Don't need no jeweIs.
- The medallion keeps me cool. You dig? - "( beeping )"
Chief: "Sistah Girl," Undercover Brother, come in.
What it is, Chief?
We've just discovered that the GeneraI is pIaying goIf
with some of Multinational's head honchos.
Now, you get yo ass down there and see what you can find out!
And by the way, Undercover Screw Up,
don't Iet me catch your bIack ass in the news again.
You hear me?! I want you to bIend in!
Chiefie, baby, I'm a master of disguises.
I can bIend in Iike a good weave.
- "Say, where's that caddy?" - "I don't know."
Oh, there he is.
Uh... um--
Jah mon, rasta.
- "Nice shot." - ( applauding )
Sistah Girl, the camera's up.
( beeping )
Would anyone like some fried chicken?
- Mm-mmm. - ( Iaughter )
Sistah GirI: Mr. Feather.
Undercover Brother?
We're definitely on the right track.
That's the number one flunkey of The Man.
I'm gonna report to the Chief, find out what he wants to do.
That cat'II be Iong gone by that time.
This thing's going down now, baby.
This is strictly an observational mission.
We are not authorized to take action.
Well, observe this.
Action is what Undercover Brother's all about.
( sighs )
Hmm. Rasta man.
Oh, the mind controI formuIa is compIete.
( knock on door )
- "Who's there?" - "Kung!"
Kung who?
Kung fooI!
Ow, my wrist.
Help! Thief! There's a thief here!
- What the hell is your problem? - Give me back my things!
Thief! Hey, give me that back!
Hey!
Hold it!
Holy Motown.
- Come on. - You don't want to mess with me, man!
( mocking )
I had 'em, baby. Yeah, I saw.
Come on, let's go!
( thump, groans )
Come on!
Stop where you are! This is security!
- Do not move! - Quick! This way!
Aw, hell, they moved.
Do it. Code 37.
Oh-oh!
- Is he crazy? - Okay, sIow down!
- "Slow, slow, slow." - ( honking )
Hey, slow down over there, people!
Hold the wheel, baby.
- No! No! - Oh, no!
Oh, jeez! Too fast!
Losing controI!
( both screaming )
( screaming continuing )
( screaming stops )
- There's got to be another way out of here. - "Hold it!"
( guns cock )
Thanks for the Iift.
Smart Brother: A spectral analysis has ironically confirmed
traces of poultry on Mr. Feather.
This proves that The Man must be behind
Multinational Inc.'s deal with the General.
I don't get it. What does The Man got to do with fried chicken?
Is that his big pIan, to get bIack peopIe to eat junk food?
Open your eyes, Undercover Brother!
This has to do with discrediting the GeneraI.
That is the white man's tactic.
He don't want no black President.
You've seen it all through history.
They never give black men credit.
Jesus Christ... black man.
Babe Ruth... black man.
Madonna!
Sleeps with black men.
Think about it.
So the GeneraI soId out to The Man.
I don't think it's that simpIe.
When you're dealing with The Man, it never is.
Our only choice here is to infiltrate Multinational Inc.
Then we can find out what happened to the General.
It'II be a very dangerous assignment.
It'll be your most vigorous training yet.
You're gonna have to think and act
just like a tight-butt white man with a 401K plan
and a country club membership.
So pay attention.
Here...
have a bite of this...
sandwich.
How did you know I was hungry?
I ain't eat nothing this morning.
- You trying to kill me? - If you're going to pass in white America,
you are going to have to Iearn to Iike mayonnaise!
No! Listen...
if you're ever forced to eat this mayonnaise,
simply press the button on this side of the watch.
It deIivers a rather IiberaI spritzing of hot sauce.
One blast should be enough to make Caucasian food edible.
Well, it works on grits.
Now, since time is of the essence,
I deveIoped a device that aIIows you
to absorb the whole of white culture
in mere seconds using subliminal imagery.
I call it...
Caucasiavision.
Hey, I feeI Iike George CIinton.
## We want the funk. ##
- Turn it on. - "( machine whines )"
## Here we go one more time ##
## "Everybody's feeling fine" ##
- ## "Here we go now" ## - ## "Yes, yes, here we go" ##
- ## "'N Sync has got to flow..." ## - No!
## "Get to the beat," "we've got everything you need..." ##
Make it stop! Make it stop!
## "Yes, here we go..." ##
( screams )
Don't you give up on me!
I see white peopIe. It's too much!
Too much! Caucasian overload!
Caucasian overload. Breathe.
Caucasian overload! Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe.
That's too much white for one brother to take.
You did good.
We need to make sure the process worked,
so I caIIed in an expert on white cuIture.
"In season three of 'Friends,'
what object of Julia's did Ross see on his bedside table
the night he kissed Rachel?"
Her saline solution.
He's ready.
Hi, there.
How are you doing?
What do you say there?
Howdy. May I heIp you?
I sincereIy hope so.
Today's my first day at Multinational.
Oh, my. Jackson.
Anton Jackson.
And no, not one of the Jackson Five.
( forced chuckle )
Here we go. You're in suite 54. Tobacco division.
We need some fresh,
hip strategies to expand our market share.
As it turns out, I have just the product.
Here's one of your cigarettes.
Take a good Iook at it.
It's paIe, smaII, a IittIe on the Iimp side.
It's basicaIIy inadequate.
It can't possibIy give much pIeasure to the user.
- It sure can't. - I mean, ask yourseIves,
how many black people are gonna want to smoke this?
- Not the one I know. - "You have to effectively position"
your product within the black consumer.
May I present to you The Fatty?
Hmm? It's got that hand-roIIed Iook and feeI
that's so popular with today's black youth.
It's big. It's fuII of Iong-Iasting pIeasure
- to be enjoyed again... - "( woman panting )"
( moans )
I couId use a smoke.
Yeah? Good.
It's time to say goodbye to Anton Jackson...
and say what it is to Undercover Brother.
Whee-hee!
Now, that's a long way down.
( raps on glass )
Hey!
Come in, Brotherhood. Are you digging me?
Undercover Brother.
I'll transmit some computer files about the General.
- See what you can do with it. - Smart Brother: "Right on."
The chief wants you to stay undercover untiI we decode this information.
- I can dig it. - But be carefuI.
If they're onto you, they might set up a trap.
I know this is the wrong time,
but I wanted to Iet you know,
I'm thinking about you, girI.
I'm bouncin'. Shakin' a spot.
- Gone. - Bye.
( mimicking ) Bye.
( alarm blaring )
Mr. Elias, there's been a breach!
( grunts ) That afro!
I'd recognize it anywhere.
The Brotherhood is making their move.
Just as I expected.
It's time to reIease our secret weapon.
I caII it...
Black Man's kryptonite.
## "I want to be bad" ##
## "Make that look so good" ##
## "I've got things on my mind" ##
## "I never thought I would" ##
## "I want to be bad" ##
## "You make me feel so good" ##
-## "I'm losing all my cool..." ## - How's it going there?
What the hell?
Oh, dear.
Oh, what am I gonna do?
My gosh.
Look at this mess. Oh, dear.
I'm so sorry. Let me heIp you.
Jeez, that's sweet of you.
If I mess up my boss' report,
he's gonna have a conniption with a capitaI K.
- Oh. - Penelope Snow.
Anton Jackson.
I'm so sorry. Here.
Thanks, Anton. You're so sweet.
And cute, too. In a Theo HuxtabIe kind of way.
Are you new here?
Yeah, it's my first day. Mine too.
- Really? - Yeah, I just moved here
bringing nothing by my hopes and my dreams.
But sometimes the big city can be so...
...big.
A girI needs friends, Anton.
Would you like to be my friend?
( music begins playing )
Penelope: ## "We all know" ##
## "That people are the same" "wherever you go" ##
## There is good and bad ##
## "In everyone..." ##
Hey.
## When we Iearn to Iive ##
## We Iearn to give each other ##
## What we need to survive ##
## Together alive ##
Both: ## Ebony and ivory ##
## Live together in perfect harmony ##
## Side by side on my piano keyboard ##
## Oh, Lord ##
## Why don't we? ##
- Yeah! - ( instrumentaI breakdown )
( crowd cheering )
Yeah!
( Iaughter )
## Ivory ##
## Ebony ## ## Oh-oh ##
## Ivory ##
## Ebony. ##
Penelope: I didn't know you had such a beautiful voice.
You know, you and I have tons in common.
I know what it feeIs Iike to be discriminated against.
I mean, just because a girI has a heaIthy sexuaI appetite,
doesn't mean she can't do her job.
- Uh-huh. - They Iook at you
and all they see is a threatening black man.
( whimpers )
And they Iook at me, and aII they see
are my full breasts and my narrow waist
that tapers to my pert backside.
It's just not fair. Huh-uh.
- Here you go, folks. - Yum.
- And here's the extra mayonnaise you ordered. - Yum, yum.
- "Enjoy." - This is the best stuff.
Have you eaten here before, Anton?
No, I haven't. It's my first time.
Oh, take a bite of my sandwich.
( gulps )
Come on, Anton.
Just one IittIe bite.
Scrumptious.
Penelope: Oh, Anton,
I can't wait to see you in these corduroys.
You're gonna make me blush.
And you might not see it!
May I heIp you, sir?
( thud )
Hello, fellow person of color.
How's it going today?
- What's going down? - What are you doing with that girI?
- What girI? - That girI!
- Oh, the white woman. - Mm-hmm.
I'm undercover.
When you go undercover, you have to do things you wouldn't normally do.
No matter how difficult, how dangerous,
how good it might have felt.
Like having sex with white girls?
Damn it, woman, would you just back off?!
Computerized voice: Attention angry black man in khakis.
Golly, I must have tripped or something.
Hi, Ton-ja.
Listen...
I was wondering, do you have any dickies?
'Cause I couIdn't find them.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Perhaps we're all "sold out."
Aw, that's too bad.
Come on, Anton.
I saw a mock turtIeneck at Eddie Bauer
that's perfect for you.
Thanks for all your help. Bye-bye, Ton-ja.
Bye-bye.
( screaming ) And action!
I want you...
to buy my new fried chicken, that is.
Sure enough.
I used to work for the Pentagon,
now I help you to get your chicken on.
And for a Iimited time onIy,
order an eight-piece Nappy MeaI,
and get a 32-ounce malt liquor absolutely free.
- ## You be buyin' ## - ## "Yeah, yeah" ##
- ## We be frying ## - Woo-woo!
## "General's chicken" ##
## "The best chicken" "in the 'hood" ##
## Yeah, yeah ##
- ## Legs, breasts and thighs ## - Mm-hmm.
## "Sweet potato pies" ##
- ## "General's Fried Chicken" ## - GeneraI: "Lord have mercy."
## "General's Fried Chicken" ##
## "It's butt kickin'" ##
## "General's Fried" ##
## "You know it tastes so good" ##
Announcer: lntroducing the Nappy Meal from G.F.C.
This chicken is the bomb.
At the General's, we do chicken right-on!
Will you look at that?
The GeneraI's Iost his damn mind.
He's making a fooI out of himseIf over this crap.
Lance: ## "General's Fried Chicken" ##
## "It's butt kickin'" ##
## Hey, hey ##
What? It's catchy.
Reminds me of the Fresh Prince.
I Iike him. He raps happy.
Chief: Excuse me, sir. This is a restricted-- good God!
- Heya, Chiefster. Lance. - Nice pants.
- Undercover Brother? - Undercover Brother?
- What happened to you? - He had sex with a white girl, that's what!
Was it everything I dreamed of? It was good.
She had pink nipples? Big ones.
- Yeah, big ones. - Yeah.
Chief: "Her carpet" matched her drapes? Excuse me?
- No, man. You can't be doing that. - What were you doing?
- White girI or no white girI, where the heII have you been? - Not there,
'cause that's where people who swear go. Thank you very much.
You sound Iike a 14-year-oId white chick.
I don't think so, Sister GirI.
It's Sistah GirI, "dude."
Maybe on Planet Ebonics. But where I come from,
we Iike to pronounce our E's and our R's,
thank you very much.
E's and R's?
Ebonics, huh? I be thinking
that somebody in this room is selling out.
I say we kiII him. Shut the door, nigga.
Shh, it's gonna be all right, baby. Don't look!
I'm sorry, dawg, but you need-- Hey, buddy,
if I hadn't read that articIe in "Vanity Fair" on anger management,
I'd put away this guava- mango-broccoIi smoothie
- and put my foot in your patootie. - Patootie?
Now maybe you guys don't Iike the new me,
but I don't give a gosh darn.
For all I care,
you can all get the beejeebies out of here.
Now, if you'II excuse me, I must be going.
"Frasier" is on.
"Frasier"?
Beejeebies?
He said he would stick his foot
up my so-called "patootie." Damn it.
I knew this couId happen.
You can only keep an agent undercover for so long
before he Ioses his identity.
Hell, no man can resist low interest loans
and non-fat Iattes forever.
And white women.
So wait, Iet me get this straight.
Whenever a black guy does well,
starts wearing Dockers, buys a few Celine Dion records,
and sleeps with a white chick,
you automatically say he's sold out?
That's enough!
( scoffs ) Always trying to shut the white man down.
That's right! That's right!
- Oh, that ain't right. - Sistah GirI: "What's the word?"
I was abIe to decode the data from MuItinationaI Inc.
The General is under the influence
of a psycho- hallucinogenic drug.
It's a mind controI drug, sir. Very powerfuI.
Very easy to use.
Good Lord.
With something Iike that, The Man couId controI every bIack person in America.
Theoretically, yes, but it would take years to administer the doses individually.
To be efficient, you'd need to develop
a huge distribution system.
( crunching )
( together ) The chicken!
I hate to say it,
if Undercover Brother don't get his shit together,
this may be one battle we might lose to The Man.
Smart Brother, am I gonna die?
## "Dumps like a truck--" "truck, truck" ##
## "All night long" ##
## "Let me see that thong" ##
Honey? Yeah?
Is this MichaeI BoIton's version of that "thong song?"
No, but I want that one.
I hear he got aII the funk that Sisqo missed.
Do you Iike this?
You know, usually I'm not into the heavy stuff,
but this is kinda catchy.
It is, isn't it? Yeah.
- I made us some sandwiches. - Extra mayo for me, pIease.
Freeze, sucka!
Put down the mayonnaise...
slowly.
It's that coIored girI, Ton-ja.
Now, Buffy the Black Man Slayer, step away from the brotha.
- Bye, brother. - Come on.
- Bye. - "Move it."
- Be carefuI. - Let's go.
Why? So you can tell me what a sellout I am again?
Oh, I don't judge peopIe by how they dress,
or what music they listen to.
But I remember a brother who wasn't afraid to be himseIf,
who taught me to follow my own funky path,
stand up for what I think is right.
Remember this?
Penelope: lgnore her, Anton.
I'm aII the singIe white femaIe you'II ever need.
I want to. ReaIIy, I do.
AII day, but I can't.
I must be true to myseIf.
Look at that white girI. Are you crazy?
The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Corduroys are so comfortable.
Got to get funky.
## Hey, macarena, all right! ##
I can't throw this away.
'Cause Iike this medaIIion...
this brother's here to stay.
What's up, Sistah GirI? Look at you!
What took you so Iong?
- You don't think the heels are too much? - No, it's funktabulous.
- 'Cause I was gonna go-- - "Hold it right there..."
Undercover Brother. Drop it!
- This woman just can't get-- - I meant the gun.
That's White She-DeviI,
The Man's secret weapon.
Sorry.
It's time to...
platform out of here.
Damn duck shoes.
Looks like we're in hot water.
Or hot sauce.
( screaming )
Come on! Come on.
It's not fair.
'N Sync!
Backstreet Boys!
And Boyz II Men! We reaIIy sing!
Elton John! Billie Jean King!
## "Look at her" ##
## "She's a bad mama jama" ##
## "Just as fine as she can be" ##
## "She's a bad mama jama..." ##
Come on, White She-DeviI. I been waiting.
Come on, baby. Come on!
## "Her body measurements are perfect" "in every dimension" ##
## "She's got a figure" "that's gonna bring attention" ##
## "She's poetry in motion" ##
## "A beautiful sight to see" ##
## "I get so excited" "viewing her anatomy" ##
## "She's built--" "oh, she's dynamic..." ##
- No, you didn't. - "Yes, I did."
( cat snarls )
Bitch!
You know how much this shit cost?
How much did this shit cost, you disco queen?!
- AII of this! - How dare you!
Hey!
Undercover Brother: Touch it. Now looky here.
( whistling )
Whew! Whew, baby!
Toast to the booty! Booty toast.
Oh, yeah!
Wait! Look at that.
## "...She's mighty mighty," "just letting it all hang out" ##
## "She's a brickhouse" ##
## "The lady's stacked," "and that's a fact" ##
- "( shudders )" - ## "Ain't holding nothing back" ##
## "Ow, she's a brickhouse..." ##
The water's cold. Water cold!
## "Now we're together," "everybody knows" ##
## "This is how the story goes..." ##
Nothin' Iike safe sex, you know what I'm saying?
Look at that. Look at that there.
Bitch!
You enjoy yourself?
Would you stop fooling around?
Got to get my cooI back!
( tires screech )
Can you play something funky for a brother to drive to?
( funk music playing )
Drive! Drive this thing!
Baby, it was made in the '70s.
This ain't no Ferrari.
## "Jungle boogie" ##
## "Jungle boogie..." ##
Damn. Look out, baby.
## "Jungle boogie" ## ## "Get up with the get down" ##
## "Jungle boogie" ##
- ## "Jungle boogie" ## - ## "Oh yeah" ##
## "Jungle boogie..." ##
( motorcycle revs )
( music continuing )
( music stops )
You should have run her narrow ass over.
So, this has all been some kind of jive game
- to get me out of the way? - "That's right."
I was sent to destroy you
and everything the Brotherhood stands for.
Damn it.
Falling in love with you wasn't part of the plan.
Mmm.
Oh, Undercover Brother,
you're too much man for me.
Baby...
sometimes I'm too much man for my own damn seIf.
Mr. Feather, your status report, please.
AII the pieces of Operation Whitewash are in pIace.
Good. It's time to extend the reach
to black leaders in sports, the arts,
entertainment and business.
Soon all aspects of society
will once again be dominated by The Man.
It's time to strike the finaI bIow
against the Brotherhood.
So, when I return to the lair,
Undercover Brother better be dead.
- Are we clear? - "Very good, sir."
With Undercover Brother dead,
the Brotherhood had best step correct,
or their next move will be their last.
( clears throat ) Goodbye.
Can I ask you something?
Did I just say,
"They had best step correct"?
Yes, sir. You did.
You see what's happening?
You see how we're being corrupted by their
hip-and-now fashion, and their cooI sIang
you can't help but use. "Don't be dissing me!"
- No! - "It's all that!"
You go, girI! What's the diIIio?
Who Iet the dogs out? Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Whatcha talk about, Willis?
- You know what I'm saying?! - Uh...
Little by little we're blending
and merging untiI one day
we're all going to be one united people
Iiving and working and dancing together,
like the news or "Ally McBeal," or the people that work at Saturn!
And we've got to stop it before it's too Iate!
You heard The Man. As of now,
Operation Whitewash goes global.
Chief: Jay-Z is doing Lawrence Welk's Greatest Hits?!
John Singleton to remake "Driving Miss Daisy"?!
Terry McMillan? "How Stella Got Her White Man Back"?
Double damn it!
Black people all over the world are losing their damn minds.
And Iook--
they've all been exposed to the General's fried chicken.
Smart Brother, how's it coming with this antidote?
I found one. But it onIy works on one person at a time.
We have to stop this thing at the source.
Undercover Brother, you're back!
( alarm blaring )
Hi.
Hell's wrong with you bringing a white girl in my house?
She's working with us now, Chief.
With my extensive and intimate knowledge
of The Man's organization,
I can heIp you stop his eviI pIan.
Okay.
Smart Brother, take White She-DeviI to the Iab
and find out exactly what she knows.
You know, you're cute in a Theo Huxtable kind of way.
Really? Usually I get Al Roker.
"Here's what's happening in your neck of the woods."
Chief, various brother agents,
I owe aII of you a huge apoIogy.
I just watched this show...
"Roots"? Maybe you've heard of it?
It taught me such a profound Iesson about bigotry.
I have sat on the sideIines of race reIations Iong enough.
I want to march down that fieId of oppression
and kick that ball of bigotry
right over the goalpost
of intolerance.
( chuckles )
Son, you talk a lot of shit. Yes, I do.
But you down.
What? Are you kidding?
You're going to Iet the white boy join just Iike that?
I was in secret agent school for three years!
Three years. I paid for them cIasses myseIf.
- You made me. - Smart Brother: "Chief. Chief."
I performed a fuII range spectraI anaIysis
on Miss White She-DeviI's brain waves.
Then, I unlocked her subconscious
using a speciaI form of hypnosis.
Then, I gentIy brushed her hair.
Then, I reached deep within
her tight IittIe pockets and I found a Iist
of The Man's targets.
Good Lord.
They're going after James Brown
tomorrow night at the Grammys.
We need to stop him. Find the General and give him the antidote.
That's right. It's goin' to the streets. Hey, y'aII!
It's revoIution up in this bitch!
Set the alarm to def-con five!
It's on, baby. It's on.
- "Good work, White She-Devil." - Thanks.
Oh, you in too. What the fuck?! Chief!
I never see that bitch in my secret agent classes!
I'm stiII paying the Ioans off, man!
I sIeep on a pissy mattress.
I ain't got good food to eat!
I borrow money for my weed!
I quit. That's it.
Y'all don't got Conspiracy Brother Jones to kick around anymore!
Give me a pillow case! I'm joining the Klan.
Brother, we all love your solo enthusiasm,
but this is about working together.
Now, I've been a soIo star shooting the shots
that I thought wouId win the game.
But in workin' with y'all,
I've come to reaIize
that only a team wins a championship.
Chief: Teamwork! That's right.
That's right. I'm sorry, everybody.
Teamwork! Now, let's go!
Hustle, hustle! Come on, white girl!
( cheering )
Sistah GirI: Best of luck tonight.
Have a great time.
We know The Man plans to make his move tonight.
Now, Lance, we're counting on you.
Don't get distracted, be focused.
Stick close to the target at all times.
Roger. Will do.
Boo. Ah.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, James Brown.
( crowd cheering )
- How you doing? - "James Brown."
- "I want to see my fans." - No, it's okay.
Wait a minute. What's going on?
Perimeter search. I'm on it.
What is that boy doing?
- "What's going on here?" - Hey, Jimmy.
What?
Now, "I" feel good.
- God, man! - ( cheering continues )
Sistah GirI: Lance. Lance!
Announcer: The hardest working man in show business.
Go get him.
Announcer: Thank you, James Brown.
No! Hey! I just got promoted!
( groaning )
Mr. Feather: Hello, Mr. James Brown.
Hello-ooo, Mr. James Brown.
Ah!
Good God!
You will soon be administered a drug that will make you...
The signaI's stopped.
It's James Brown touchdown!
- That's James Brown? - That's mustard.
I can't beIieve I Iet him get away. I am so stupid.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
You got to stop beating yourself up.
We got to work together as a team, okay?
Yeah, man. Let the team do it.
I'm pIayin' with him.
Stop playin'. Hey!
Damn.
Hey, dawg. Hey.
You need to Iighten up.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just be carefuI with this. If you smoke too much,
it's going to have you all paranoid and shit.
It takes time to buiId up a toIerance Iike mine--
What? Did you hear that? Shh. Shh.
Hey, y'all, did you hear something?
Shh, quiet! There it goes again.
( horn blurting )
Guard: Incoming vehicle!
- Don't you move! - Hold it!
Don't you move!
- Identify yourseIf! - I'm with IsIand Fortress CIeaning Service, sir.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
- You so sweet. - "Just the janitors."
Let 'em through!
( coughs )
Smart Brother: Lance. Lance!
So, Mr. Godfather of SouI--
- ( snaps ) - ( squirts )
--Iife as you've known it wiII soon cease to exist.
- ( snaps ) - ( squirts )
( clears throat ) Sorry.
Any finaI requests?
Say it Ioud.
Say it Ioud!
( gasps ) What's he doing?
Say it Ioud!
- Say it Ioud! - ( grunting )
Say it Ioud!
- Say it Ioud! - I'm bIack and I'm proud!
Hey, man, I want to get up and do my thing now.
## So good ##
## I got you... ##
- Oh. - ( gasping )
Hey!
I feeI good.
- ( microphone feedback ) - It's time for the big payback.
( guns cock )
Very clever, Mr. Undercover Brother.
- Whoa. - Sistah GirI: "Can you dig it?"
Everything we'II need to take it to The Man.
Hey, this isn't Taco Bell.
Can you find out where the GeneraI is?
Just give me 10 minutes.
- "( alarm blaring )" - Conspiracy Brother: "Oh, shit!"
You've got one.
Mr. Elias: lntruders.
The Brotherhood has breached the communications room!
Everything's a party over here with you people, isn't it?
That's not all. The Man is on his way here.
Mr. Feather: What? Now?
His helicopter will be here in five minutes.
Mr. Elias, would you kindly take care
of the nuisance in the communication room?
Yes, sir. Come on, let's go!
Yes, sir. Right away.
- What have you done with the GeneraI? - GeneraI?
Could you come in here, please?
General, if it's not too much of a bother,
would you mind terribly, killing this man?
Thank you.
So I can aIways have something to remember you by.
Come on, hurry up.
I wouIdn't move if I were you.
Damn! Oh, shit.
Get off of me. Sorry.
Excellent work, White She-Devil.
Come here, baby.
Damn, that girI gets around.
How can you do this to me?
Once you've had Undercover Brother,
there is no other.
No, it's once you go black, you don't go back.
It's the honky patroI.
Let me do this.
Ah, Iook who got the gun now.
- Yeah. What's up?! - Hi.
- Shut up! - What?
I said shut up, whitey! I got the power.
Keep working.
This is a girI thing.
- Breakdance. - Break, what?
I said, breakdance. Come on.
Take it!
That's right. That's good.
Come on. Kid 'n Play.
- Kid and who? - Come on.
That's right. Getting funky.
Oh, yeah.
I Iike bIack peopIe.
Oh, fight.
Watch yourself. Show 'em what you're working with.
Oh!
White She-Devil, represent!
AII: Oh!
- Sistah GirI: Yeah. - I got him.
I got him! Vector four, section seven.
Come on, General, you got to give me that gun.
Nonsense! General, kill him!
( mimicking gunshots )
Undercover Brother, are you okay?
Everything's cooI now that you're here.
Y'all gonna make me lose my mind up in here!
See what I've been deaIing with?
Yeah.
Situation complete. We'll see you soon, Chief.
Atomic core, eh?
Let's see what this so-called button does.
- ( alarm blaring ) - Computer voice: Attention,
atomic core set to overload.
My bad.
Here, General, take the antidote.
- Oh, what happened to me? - "( alarm continues )"
Damn!
You guys get the GeneraI out of here. I'm going after The Man.
Let's get while the getting's good.
There'II be another day to fight The Man.
We can't give The Man another damn day!
But Sistah GirI's right. We got to get the heII out of here, man.
We're gonna die! We're all gonna die!
- Dig it! Dig it hard! - Daddy!
There's times for falling apart, and there's times for getting funky.
This is one of those funky times!
So, what's it going to be?!
Are you ready to play some funky music, white boy?
Solid.
Lay down the boogie.
It's time to take it to The Man.
I guess this means you and I are Iike brothers now, huh?
I feeI bIack.
Man, you Iook white!
Ow. Don't touch me!
Come on, GeneraI. Let's go.
Let's go! Let's get out of here!
- Come on! - Go. Come on, nigga.
Computer voice: Atomic core overload in five minutes.
Please exit in an orderly fashion.
Stop him!
( karate yell )
Earth, wind and fire!
Shaquille O'Neal!
- Sisqo! - No-ooo!
( screams )
( crunch )
I just bought those.
Sorry about that.
It's aII over, man!
You want some drama?
Then bring it.
Lance, protect the GeneraI at aII costs.
Atomic core overload in three minutes.
Let me talk to them. I'm white.
We don't want any trouble.
What are you going to do about it?
Sissy.
I am not
a sissy!
Come on!
Oh. Ugh!
Lance.
He shouldn't have called me a sissy.
( neck cracks )
Conspiracy Brother: Not bad, whitey.
But if it was me, I wouId have ripped his spine out of his ass!
Let's go! We got Iess than a minute before this pIace bIows!
( Michael Jackson's "Beat It" playing )
## "They told him don't you ever" "come around here" ##
## "Don't wanna see your face," "you better disappear" ##
## "The fire's in their eyes" "and their words are really clear" ##
## "So beat it, just beat it" ##
## "You better run," "you better do what you can" ##
## "Don't wanna see no blood," "don't be a macho man" ##
## "You wanna be tough," "better do what you can" ##
## "So beat it," "but you wanna be bad" ##
## "Just beat it, beat it" ##
## "Beat it, beat it" ##
## "No one wants to be defeated" ##
## "Showin' how funky" "and strong is your fight" ##
## "It doesn't matter" "who's wrong or right" ##
## "Just beat it" ##
## "You have to show them" "that you're really not scared" ##
## "You're playin' with your life," ##
## "This ain't no truth or dare" ##
## "They'll kick you," "then they beat you" ##
## "Then they'll tell you it's fair" ##
## "So beat it," "but you wanna be bad" ##
## "Just beat it" ##
## "Beat it..." ##
- General, sir, are you all right? - Yes.
There he is! Undercover Brother!
He's only got a few seconds!
- "( music stops )" - Oops.
You mess with the 'fro, you got to go.
( squeals )
( chuckles, yells )
I beIieve this beIongs to me.
( Iaughs )
So Iong, Undercover Brother.
He's failed me.
Leave him.
Hey! Don't be dissing me!
( sputtering )
Hey! Let me in!
Let me up!
( screams )
That Feather went out Iike a sucka.
Punk ass bitch played himself.
Let's bounce, dawg.
( screaming )
No! He doesn't have his parachute!
( cheering )
- Yeah. - ( applause )
Smart Brother: Come on over here. Hug me.
## "What you knowin'" ##
## "To be real" ##
## "What you thinkin'" ##
## "I think I love you, baby..." ##
Undercover Brother, you the baddest.
Didn't I bIow your mind this time?
Didn't I?
Didn't you cause about a bazillion dollars worth of damage?
And I sure as heII ain't covering for you!
I don't give a damn how sexy you Iook
floating down in your little pants!
And as for the rest of you...
I just want to say
how very proud I am of aII of you.
( clears throat )
Undercover Brother, the world is safe once again
thanks to you.
No thanks to me, Chief.
I couIdn't have done it without Sistah GirI.
You know what they say,
"Behind every great black man--"
Is the poIice.
-"Uh, no, no." - A bunch of slow white athletes?
- "No." - A cute butt?
- Probable cause? - "No!"
A strong black woman.
- "Strong black woman." - That's right.
Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.
It wouId've been cooI to have a Latino,
a Native American, Asian,
even a Jewish guy in the mix.
The point is, by working together as one,
we got the job done.
No doubt, that's what the Brotherhood is all about.
Solid.
Oh!
Look out, y'all, fallin' rocks!
Shotgun!
Narrator: Having stopped Operation Whitewash,
the Brotherhood distributed an antidote to the mind control drug
to black people nationwide.
And though The Man escaped,
the Brotherhood had found their hero.
Thanks to Undercover Brother,
the world was once again a funky place.
## "We want the funk," "give up the funk" ##
- ## "Everybody say" ## - ## "We need the funk" ##
## "We got to have that funk" ##
## "A is for apples and J is for jack" ##
## "P is for punk" "that's right as smack" ##
## "On track with this phat rap" that I put down for you
## "All around the world" "is the big dog pound for you" ##
## "In bump we thrust and trust" ##
## "Man, you can't funk with us" ##
## "Cold as a motha'," "all the women love him" ##
## "'Cause they just want a piece" "of the Undercover Brother" ##
## "They'll take him home tonight" "'cause he's so dynamite" ##
## "Sort of like dolomite," "is that right? Show you right" ##
## "I got a little something" "for groupies" ##
## "Snoopy Doopy" "and Uncle Boosty" ##
## "Turn me loose" ##
## "I'm just funkin'" "with my nephew Snoop" ##
## "Where did you get" "your funk, bro'?" ##
## "Let's get ready to shoop" ##
- ## "I got to do it" ## - ## "Undercover Brother" ##
## "The one you will discover" ##
## "You can't worry" "what people tell you" ##
## "Yeah, baby" ##
## "We want the funk" ##
## "Get up off the funk." ####
( clapping )
## "Work and work" ##
## "Well, those cars" "never seem to stop comin'" ##
## "Work and work" ##
## "Keep those rags" "and machines hummin'" ##
## "Get them washed" "right away" ##
- ## "At the car wash" ## - ## "Talkin' about the car wash" ##
## "Car wash, yeah" ##
## "Sing it with feelin', y'all" ##
## "Cash wash, yeah" ##
## "Ooh-oh-oh" ##
## "At the car wash" ##
## "Car wash, yeah" ##
## "Car wash" ##
## "Car wash, yeah." ####
## "Whatever happened" ##
## "To the brotherman?" ##
## "Livin' on the streets" ##
## "Sometimes I wonder" ##
## "What he's doing," "'cause it could have been me" ##
## "Praises to the make-up" "off the times we used to know" ##
## "And thinkin' 'bout" "the good days" ##
## "Set his mind to let them go" ##
## "Trouble runnin' 'round" ##
## "And life ain't what it used to be" ##
## "Now God" "has blessed America" ##
## "And some to you and me" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the brotherman?" ##
## "Livin' on the streets" ##
## "Sometimes I wonder" "what he's doin'" ##
## "'Cause it could" "have been me" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the wonderful fantasy?" ##
## "When mother used to watch us" "with a smilin' face" ##
## "Smilin' face" ##
## "Oh, we're standing" ##
## "In the wrong direction" ##
## "And we need" "a little affection, yeah" ##
## "And if you dig this song" ##
## "Better let me know" ##
- ## "Please let me know" ## - ## "Don't let me go" ##
## "Don't let me go" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the brotherman?" ##
## "Livin' on the streets" ##
## "Sometimes I wonder" "what he's doin'" ##
## "'Cause it could" "have been me" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the wonderful fantasy?" ##
## "When mother used to watch us"##
- ## "With a smilin' face" ## - ## "Smilin' face" ##
## "We complaining 'cause we livin'" "in the greatest nation" ##
## "We should be thankful," "livin' large" ##
## "Bringing celebration" ##
## "America, now where's" "your appreciation?" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the brotherman?" ##
## "Livin' on the streets" ##
## "Sometimes I wonder" "what he's doin'" ##
## "'Cause it could" "have been me" ##
## "Whatever happened" "to the wonderful fantasy?" ##
## "When mother used to watch us" "with a smilin' face..." ####
## "All... night... long" ##
## "All... night... long." ##
( knock on door )
Damn, who is that?
Hold that thought and that feelin', baby.
Just Iet it percoIate. I'II be right back.
- ( knocking continues ) - "Hurry up, baby."
Hi.
Uh, White She-Devil, what you doing here?
Remember? You told me to come over.
And me and you and Sistah GirI
could make Oreos.
Shh.
Sweet and black on both sides
with a dreamy white filling in the middle.
Then I realized-- you can't make Oreos.
So, I bought some.
Some people got jungle fever. She got the flu.
- You know. - U.B.!
## "All... night... long" ##
## "I can't wait" "to love you, baby" ##
## "All... night... long." ####
## "Rapp Payback" ##
## "Oh..." ##
## "Hit me" ##
## "Rapp payback" ##
## "Little Jerry" ##
## "I know you've heard" "the master jiggy out" ##
## "Dance, oh yes" ##
## "Although you got it" ##
## "Out there..." ##
## "Payback, I'm mad" ##
## "Lay down" ##
## "I'm mad" ##
- ## "Payback, ain't it?" ## - ## "Payback" ##
## "Man, good God," "wait a minute" ##
## "Hey, I..." ##
## "Saved ya" ##
## "Take me back" ##
## "We going back" ##
## "Payback" ##
## "Payback." ##
Undercover Brother: Solid.