Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit.
fist bump and everything
I got it all right here, man. Just take it, just take it.
Paper Boi is in the house!
* I don't care no one *
He owns all the liquor in the club,
* Car ain't got no roof
you don't look the usual type.
No...no.
* Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi *
You really going for my pockets, huh?
Now I'm on this Zoo Tycoon.
* Fade away sprang *
Shit. Yeah.
WOMAN: Excuse me?
"Got a bitch calling out my name, oh, you thirst-ay?
before I go get the heater.
I'm bout to get bottles right now.
Look, man.
-What? No. -Yeah.
-(laughs) -Oh, my God.
a man was shot in an altercation
Fuck that!
And it's got a leather jacket on.
Come on, not y'all, y'all cool.
I got you.
-I was like-- -Yeah, I bet you did.
Yeah, man.
I'm a rapper from Harlem, you know.
* I don't care No one to think of me *
Yo, dude, I thought he was gonna die.
Oh! Oh, ow, it's so hot.
where is my money nigga
Marcus Miles over there
because Paper Boi's a thug
You were Marxist until you got kind of sexist.
No, I--I hate shots.