Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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