Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MIA since Sunday.

And a sweet little something that brings a man to his knees

You make me complete

Coroner's gonna think I'm some two-bit floozy!

And causes eating disorders.

What they talkin' 'bout? Our moves

But we kick them to the curb

That you will never give up on your friends or your art.

So what'll it be, Charmaine?

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up

We have to do it at the Showcase tomorrow night.

What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off.

That was amazing!

You got to, like, speed it up a little bit.

I think I should go now.

Your champagne, my Nubian goddess.

Papa was a rolling stone

Child, like my Aunt Yorima used to say,

That's true. Good point.

Just in time for figure day.

Something tells me that Kurtis Kool is not just a man

they're gonna have some wack ringtone rapper from St. Louis.

No, no, no. I got your green.

Look, you got the music box in that bag, don't you?

Yeah My girl Haley is the truth

All the boys, they stop and stare

we shouldn't have any problems.

Let's get into groups for the routine.

Uh, can't you girls read? A man needs his space.

I know what's you. Trust me.

How about I think about it?

But this is not stealing the mascot from the boys at St. Ignatius.

Big Momma don't take orders from nobody.

Kick. Now you get your spin on. Right?

Okay. Everyone, please stay in your seats, okay?

How nice of you. That'd be great.

but it was hot at the Promenade the day I saw you being hot.

Hey, did he sign it?

We're just gonna have to get Chirkoff to make the exchange. Yeah.

Look, there's some crazy, dangerous people after that.

You are an inspiration just as you are.

Right now, he's bait.

Nosy and all in my business!

I got skills, thrills plus a winning attitude

Shouldn't we call the FBI or something?

Child, this is not Big Momma's first barbecue.

And whenever you wanna see me

and I'll stick to the undercover work?

Look, I know I agreed to this.

Without Delanté, you got nothing to live for.

You've grown up.

When the beat's on No matter where

You want me to lie to Moms?

No, Mia, don't listen to her.

Oh, for realsie? You're standing before his DJ!

False alarm, ladies! Back to class, back to class!

This is how I do it Fluid, every time I ride by

Maybe we can all do business.

but there's just so many of them,

He's a lyrical miracle, baby

Ah. All right, well, in my family, we give out ass-whuppins.

Are you kidding me? No.

Chillax.. Okay?!

and snatch that ponytail off your head.

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh

What they talkin' 'bout? Yeah, me

it looks like she could dodge raindrops.

She's not my type.

Let's break night.

Okay. So a little something...

Hey! What are you... Get out of there, you!

Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no

All right. Give me Canetti, or I take him out.

I'm sorry, no phone calls allowed.

Take a minute to step back and watch her

I like it easy I like it nice and slow

Pipes are great.

The FBI's run travel records, rental cars. Nothing.

How you doing, Charmaine?

Who are you talking about?

Now, you just disrobe whenever you feel comfortable.

Yeah, yeah! Tomorrow, Trent!

Whoa, whoa! It's the Prodi-G!

Yeah. Yeah, right there. Now remember that feeling.

Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk

I hope you don't mind that I show ya

Yeah, he's a lyrical miracle, baby

You're the FBI!

I just... Where are you going?

Right foot, yellow.

Yeah, I'll holler. Okay.

This isn't who I am. This is...

That was amazing! That was amazing!

Know what I did?

I don't understand. I don't understand to get it. I don't understand. I don't understand to get it.

Show us what a real woman looks like!

Then you freak with it.

Yeah, 'cause you feel the same way, too, right?

What with the media images

Ain't nobody Loves me better

I'm looking for this Prodi-G. Have you seen him?

Charmaine likes the sound of that!

I am a woman with grandchildren.

Tonight, I'ma fight till we see the sunlight

It's like their sports. If they ain't doing it, they're talking about it.

And besides, we're all women here.

Give me the flash drive.

You idiot. Where is it?

Just protecting the next generation of hip-hop.

It's Book Appreciation Day.

He's a lyrical miracle, baby