Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I said "white man's bullets."

No, it feels like Vaseline on the eyeballs.

what does your‐‐ sorry‐‐ father say about your nose?

Let's do this then. Yo, what's up, motherfuckers?!

It's natural. It's made out of energy.

‐Shut up, Steven. ‐BIG: Hey!

‐so... ‐Uh‐huh.

Oh, yeah. That's fucked.

I grew up in San Diego.

♪ Oh‐oh ♪

‐Fuck out of here. ‐Go on.

I was on my way to my auntie's.

sandstone lining the tree line

I can hunt. And I can fish.

So, how'd it go?

Let me see those.

Well, you'd be surprised how many crimes are committed

It's not a "P." Jesus Christ.

They invented it to help kill us.

That's where all the best surgeons are.

Come in. Sit next to me.

I'm sick of it.

♪ And no future... ♪

♪ Had to dig deep, had to find a warrior within me, yeah, yeah ♪

We'll be out front.

♪ The bottom where I come from ♪

‐of these. ‐Smell like Grandma used to make this.

And I remember I had one tear

♪ Everything we go through, we supposed to ♪