It plays like a rowdy, raunchy 1970s Blaxploitation period piece. Because aside from cell phones, what’s changed in “tha’hood” in the past 50 years?

Gang-bangers, pimps and “ho’s” riding around in Yank tank Buicks, aimless souls pumping iron, hitting the convenience store for a scratch-off and a forty.

But that’s the whole satiric point of “They Cloned Tyrone,” a noisy, funny and ever-so-quotable comedy about the vast white wing conspiracy to keep the brothers and sisters down. Nothing’s changed in 50+ years because “There’s something in the water.” Or the fried chicken. Or grape drink. Or hair-straightener. Or the music.

Juel Taylor and Tony Rettenmaier’s script was Black Listed, deemed “one of the best unproduced scripts making the rounds in Hollywood” about five years ago. Netflix finally produced it, with Taylor behind the camera directing, and it’s hilarious.

It’s about low-tier drug dealer Fontaine (John Boyega) who clumsily injures a rival invading his turf, gets a bellyful of lead because he’s not smart enough to see a reprisal coming, and wakes up to the same life, the same routine — “Got Drank!” convenience store for a 40 and a scratch-off, a quick cruise in his ’77 Buick LeSabre to hit-up pimp Slick Charles (Oscar winner Jamie Foxx) for the drug cash he owes, same “ho’s” providing him information (Tamberla Perry) and sass, especially Slick’s favorite, Yo-Yo (Teyonnah Parris of “Dear White People” and “Chi-Raq”).

As Slick and Yo-Yo remember Fontaine getting ventillated, he starts to wonder just what’s going on in “The Glen” (Atlanta)?

With Yo-Yo doing some “Nancy Drew s—,” Fontaine stomping around like a grilled-teeth bull in an Atlanta china shop and Slick Charles casting out words of warning, they start to put it all together — the inane hip hop on every radio, the fried chicken that has folks lined up around the block.

“They say curiosity killed the cat. We some cats. COOL cats, but we still cats!”

The screenplay sings a song of silliness and conspiracy, start to finish. Like most “Black Listed” scripts, it’s movie-savvy — references to “Nancy Drew,” “Book of Eli,” “Training Day,” “Sophie’s Choice” and especially the Kevin Bacon thriller “Hollow Man” abound.

Screenwriters love referencing earlier screenplays via characters who speak movie shorthand.

“They ‘Clockwork ORANGING ni–as!”

The rolling tide of jokes and references includes a “Coma” inspired “Dexter’s Lab” filled with “Bill Nye-the-Science-Guy-looking-mother-f—ers.”

The world they create here is “Do the Right Thing” lived-in, complete with an aged, drunken sage, Frog (Leon Lamar) who cadges drinks in front of the Got Drank! and lets drop “There’s something in the water” and other pearls of wisdom about what’s really going on.

David Alan Grier, in a FULL Frederick Douglass wig, goes OFF as a singing, testifying and (spiked with mind-control drugs) grape drink communion preacher, a single scene that calls for a whole spin-off movie.

And if you need a conspiracy explained by one of the conspirators, you can’t cast better than Kiefer Sutherland. Maybe let the Canadian do a Southern drawl if he likes.

But Foxx, who had his “medical emergency” just before this production wrapped, is the life of the party, the pimp’s pimp and funnyman to Boyega’s stoic straight-up gangster straight-man. Foxx is on-fire, and you have to wonder how many of his one-liners he improvised, because as almost all of his lines land laughs, surely not not all of them can have been scripted.

“Just regale me the latest indignity suffered upon my ace boon coon.”

Our “Nancy Drew/Scooby-Doo” trio goes underground to the lab to find answers?

“We don’t spelunk! WHITE people spelunkers!”

Let’s hope Foxx gets his health, his voice and his wit back to full strength, because it’s impossible to imagine anybody else as funny in this role. And let’s hope the Writer’s Guild gets what it wants from Hollywood’s producers and studio execs. Writing this sharp deserves compensation and protection.

But once again Netflix giving a filmmaker final cut without sweetly-worded “notes” on pacing drags a movie down. Even the Oscar-nominated pictures from the streamer, from “Roma” and “Mank” on down to comedies, “Extraction” thrillers, the works, almost all play as long, as if “It’s on Netflix, nobody cares about ‘pacing'” when viewers are wandering into the kitchen, playing on their phones or taking toilet breaks.

The haste in rushing this out — supposedly, there were scenes Foxx didn’t finish before his health scare in April — may explain some of that. A little more editing time and maybe the filmmakers could have been convinced to tighten “Tyrone” and abandon a pointless anti-climax.

What we’ve got though, is a very funny movie with socially relevant bite, and the best “Get Well Soon” card Jamie Foxx could ever want.

Rating: R, violence, drug content, constant profanity

Cast: John Boyega, Jamie Foxx, Teyonnah Parris, David Alan Grier and Kiefer Sutherland

Credits: Directed by Juel Taylor, scripted by Tony Rettenmaier and Juel Taylor. A Netflix release.

Running time: 2:04