Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

then Sam never would have got her ass beat and banned

We don't even live together.

to The Fondue Factory when our friend is not!

- I don't hate you. - You hate me.

Oh, we gotta remaster all the "Rush Hours."

[grunting] - Please stop.

What you need to do is take responsibility for your baby.

Nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me,

- That doesn't seem right.

- Mm-mm. Not going out there. I already told you.

- People been doing me dirty my whole life.

And most importantly, Sam would like to reach an agreement

- Anyways. - Because this is my girl--

- Keep my voice down for what, Sam?

- Gary, Indiana. 12:37 p.m.

- You're like a son to me, nigga.

Tiki is a parasite and the only way for us

- But your baby is eating steak in the sun.

- Well, you not allowed to fuck bitches up.

Tiki's baby daddy is just the tip of this nut rag.

- No, Sam--Sam, don't.

- But me and Tiki like, hit it off.

telling me it's their half birthdays some shit.

is a deadbeat, a woman beater...

She wants to talk but I'm not gonna go.

- Alright, cool. That sounds great. Do that.

- Bitch, I'ma kill you.

since you wanna go at it like that.

- That's the homie. If it was me,

So now whenever I see her, it's on and popping.

it's because they don't know the potential of that nut.

Ain't no god damn maternity leave.

- I'd let you buy that shit.

If Tiki never had that baby,

- But bro, I'm not just some random bitch.

- But she's a homie. I would want to jump in too,

you did, however, financially nut in Tiki.

- Dude, is no one-- I'm sorry.

yogurt cups to stick on my eye--

You ever seen, like, three bitches