Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Five, six, seven, eight.

Okay, you good.

That's why he wobbling.

Now, you know this new mayor and his no tequila and titties ordinance.

And some tequila for you, too, baby.

After seven years, huh?

All right, Autumn Night!

That was Uncle Clifford request.

and after that, you exit stage left.

- I ain't got it. - What?

Now, you go on and be a good booty buddy, now.

Better get these home before they get cold.

Hey, hey, I didn't--

- What's up, Big L? - What's up, Style Jean?

This room on some Super Mario save the princess type shit.

Hey, I know that kind of love.

I won't take $35 out your check

when you the one leaving us at the end of the month?

Drink some of this champagne with me.

humpback, humpback-I!

I'll be sure to tell management about your request.

against the club from here on out, Clifford.

Don't touch them unless they touch you.

Give it up for these bitches, too.

- Mercedes. - What?

Now, where the rest of your tip-out at?

We all need to give in to something.

Hands where I can see 'em.

He said it was more than that.

Bitch, what your name is?

Yes, ma'am, I had to Al Green his ass something terrible.

- And if I don't? - Then you and your hoochie-coochie girls

Y'all let her know I'm instituting some new rules

And we know when the pages go up

That's till I poured a pot of hot grits all over his ding-a-ling.

Folks was willing to give up their rent and car note for you.

Back of the line.

Bitch, that's a Peruvian bundle.

- Nigga, what? - I said we ain't mean to offend her!

- I got this. - Hey, come on, now!

While you're still sitting down

No, player, that's like Beyoncé cousin with that blue dress on.

Better give Him praise

God don't mind,

...until you come inside.

Come on over here.

Booty Battle rules.