Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Located and then what?
Out! Out! Go!
2 sentence, 2 space, 1 love
Look, I got fucking mugged.
John Shaft
Fuck!
You know why we can't find her?
- You watch yours, too. - New world order.
- That boy, the celebrity, he got mugged. - He what?
It's gonna be a long ride to the precinct.
It's a zoo in here. And if I'm working, how can I see anything?
- I won't testify! - Baby.
- Who got you that gig at the club? - You.
Come on. Let's get going over there.
SHIT BLANCO, YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DUCKER HUNTER!
You got a murder robot factory?
You got that, Tupac? All right?
it's like he had cake
Hey, son. Hey, yo, you gonna get your ass twisted.
yeah, fingers are phat.
How bout no work week! Remove that man.
My kid's got more indictable shit under his bed.
We're busted!
a minute later the Wade guy comes out.
How much they pay you, Kearney?
Say exactly what I told you, word for word.
Motherfucker, you got my house fucked up!
Come on...
Today we find out if I'm your daddy or the German shepherd.
There's a kid that lives up the block about 11 years old named Charles Brian do you know him?, huh? Yeah!
You are gone from this precinct.
You're fighting over a bit of rubber?
Rasaan, Rasaan, shut up. Here.
How bout no #Coffee! Remove that man.
Walter Wade, Jr. You big Walter Wade's son?
Talking to himself, like, pacing and cursing.
I mean, obviously.
What's my goddamn name!? I don't know!
Uncle J! Hey.
- What's my name? - I forgot.
Wait a second! You got some dough coming!
My New York peoples, they down like Whoa
Who delivers 10 times out of 10?
I guess I'm gonna have to show them what fucking with people's all about.
He tried to ignore the guy, but the bastard just wouldn't let up.
Easy with the braids, man.
When I say me...
Sit in this car and think about this ass-whooping you're gonna get.
I need to file me an assault charge against my boyfriend.
I need a number check.
If it was me, I'd never come back.
- put your hands behind your back. - Shaft, I got one.
Disperse, motherfuckers! Disperse now!
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out.
- And then what happened? - Trey turned the tables on the guy.
Eight-ball's 200. A gram's 80. It's all prebagged.
Look, I was razzing the guy. He couldn't take a joke.
- Stay still, please. - Yo, Shaft.
I know a shitload of games.
Is this a fucking joke?
Who you like for GA. Gov.? You're kidding right. You're into politics? Stacy Abrams, Stacy Abrams
between Prospect Place and Park Place.
What's up?
Freeze mofo before I busy a cap in your dome!
But youuu...
Y'all should make me an associate...
- Hello. How are you? - Hello, my darling.
Luger, hurry the fuck up, man.
How bout no work week!
You got a murder robot factory?
Look down the corner.
It's Giuliani time.
#talkaboutcultwhileifinishit
You got a boat?
- Yo, get the broad in the fucking car! - Get in the car! Open the door!
I know what this is gonna sound like, but we had no idea.
Half right then, and half after the disposition of the case. And I said yes.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
They robbed the white boy and they got the money under the seat.
Sixty-eight fifty Norstrom Avenue...
Yeah, real funny.
Here. Jump for it, okay? And behave.
The courthouse, man, that was some rough shit.
Throw something else! Throw something else!
Chocolate motherfukkin Eddie! Say it! Chocolate Eddie!
- All right. - Okay.
Okay.
They went out the window!
Looks like the kid got clocked with that.
So this is what I propose.
Freeze, goddamn it!
Diane?
How bout nobirds