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[ Hip-hop: Man ] ♪ To the beat, y'all ♪
♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Cruel to the rules of the world ♪
♪ Live my life raw 'cause I never liked the law ♪
♪ Wear top 10's, on my *** use jeans ♪
♪ Sellin' big eighths and ***-for-tat to the fiends ♪
♪ Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat ♪
♪ Bet ♪
♪ If I was the president, then I would state facts ♪
♪ You leave it up to me, I'll paint the White House black ♪
♪ To the beat, y'all ♪
♪ To the beat, y'all ♪
♪ There ain't no future in your frontin' ♪
♪ To the beat, y'all ♪
Mom, check it. Fresh as hell, right?
He also said *** in the car.
Shut up, Evan, you little Chinese narc!
- Isn't that necklace heavy? - Life's heavy, son.
- Please, Mom, can I get this? - How much?
Too much.
[ Adult Eddie Narrating ] Moms thought everything was too much.
She never understood that you couldn't haggle at JCPenney.
It's like, "Those are set prices, Mom."
That's me, your boy Eddie Huang in the headphones.
My family was moving from Washington, DC, to Orlando, Florida.
I was 11 years old, and it was 1995.
This is the story of my family, an American family, the Huangs.
That's my dad. He loved everything about America.
Full-on bought into the American dream.
Moms was always *** me, way before all that "tiger mom" stuff.
She thought I was trying to cause trouble wearing that Nas shirt,
but she didn't understand.
If you were an outsider, hip-hop was your anthem.
And I was definitely the black sheep in my family.
These other people are Emery, Evan and Grandma. Whatever.
Was I excited about the move? No.
Did anyone ask me if I was excited? Hell, no.
- But it's hard getting respect when you're 11. - ♪ [ Resumes ]
[ Man Rapping ] ♪ I love it when you call me Big Poppa ♪
♪ Throw your hands in the air-- ♪
[ Singing With Car Stereo ] ♪ I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes ♪
- ♪ I saw the sign-- ♪ - Ugh, Dad!
Turn off the music!
♪ Without understanding ♪
[ Volume Decreases ]