Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

\ And ya know I had to gat ya \
I mean, he was more than a brother.
Aah!
Let's go.
No.
There's going to be a lot of deejays there, right?
That's no good.
What's goin' on with this garbage?
Those motherfuckers don't give a fuck
\ You wanted all-- you wanted all\
- Busted! - Damn!
\ Big Don \\
\ I just might spare one \
Yo, man.
\ Goin'down forthe count\
You're on yourway to the finals.
Oh Donny!!!
[Bell Rings]
\ But you got to realize \
\ Sip the juice \
Come on, come on, I don't have all night.
This nigga scared This nigga scared
\ I'll chill like Pacino \
I know who killed him.
From Ishmal.
I’m going to shoot Your pee pee off man
Oh, it's up now. Oh, shit.
and throw down.
What happened, man?
Definitely.
No, man.
When? Where?
Ho! Ho!
I mean, I can look out for myself,
What's up?
to try acting like a husband now?
Come on.
Fuck that. We used to be like brothers.
Pop two quarters in pop tart... Let's get it on!
Yo, Q, go in and get me some cigarettes.
Just cause you pour syrup on shit don't make it pancakes
It's over!
Ah, thankyou.
As fat as you are,
Don't be comin' back all hours of the ni ght.
Congratulations.
This nigga scared
This nigga scared
Not bad. Let's go chill out somewhere.
I really liked your tape.
You can't fuck up somethin' that's already fucked up.
Mrs. Sanders ain't going for that late shit no more.
A gunman was killed in a shoot-out with police
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Tell us about Radames.
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
riverside Mo#%$&@*$!
Don’t you get tired of this shit
I don't know what's wrong with him.
some bullshit-ass deejay contest.
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We're goin' Saturday night, and that's it.
\ We gonna, we gonna \
I got it from Sweets.
You're still my favorite local deejay.
\ And satisfy me \
All you could see was that butt.
I got to take the baby to the sitter.
Yeah.
People been sayin'
\ Don't say goodbye \
Ifyou need me, I'll be at the hospital later.
You're fucked up, man.
[Ring]
\ The corner's triflin', 'cause Shorty's here \
What are you nervous about?
You big fat-head jalopy.
\ Props stack up \
And you're not going in the Army either.
Yo, what's up, everybody in the house,
get the wind behind your back,
[Gunshot]
I don't know why you thought that was so tough.
[Coughing]
What do you want from me, man?
Who the fuck killed Porter?
Why don't you tell me what it is now,
Shut your fuckin' mouthpiece.
You got the juice now!
Mm-mmm. Somethin' I can do foryou?
See ifyour father's hungry!
Bullshit! You know me better.
see how you been doin'.
Somebody say ho.
\ The naughty, nappy, nasty nigger \
All right, that's it!
\ I'm gonna keep it real, real steady \
Of course I'm taking care of myself.
So how was it?
Don't do that!
It's my deejay audition.
What do you go by?
You all right?
[Baby Cries]
You stop it, man!
Hell, yeah.
He wanted All the juice
do what we got to do, and jet.
This nigga scared !!!
My real name is Quincy,
[Music Plays]
Mr. Quiles was regularly harassed by local gangs.
Nickelback, Mutha***** !
You remember me, Mrs. Porter,