Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I consider this place to be family,
H-E-A-V-E.
♪ Till the war is won ♪
♪ Chop, chop, chop ♪
Ow!
Code Black at the main gate.
Well, I'm Ruckus. Uncle Ruckus, no relation.
Now, are we gonna have that drink or what?
Are you ashamed of us? VERY.
But sometimes I have prophetic dreams.
Now, we goin' to this party,
? Don't trust them new niggas Over there?
and ran out of toilet paper after the second time.
That's some old bullshit.
They must think your shit smell
That was fine with me, you know what I'm sayin'.
Fuck y'all lookin' at?
? Don't trust them big nostrils Over yonder?
Oh, Lord have mercy. Security. Security.
? Leavin' they nigga essence In the air?
He's on fire!
♪ The promise Of what's to come ♪