Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When Dillard found out that Claude was a baseball man...
Press the wrong button, nigger pop.
You shouldn't have run numbers on Spanky's side of Broadway.
Thank you.
You goin' back to the farm now? Pick your tomatoes?
Shit. Fuckin' release papers, sittin' over here lookin' sad.
Gulag Story Time KY…hearing it for thousandth time
Jeff to the boss….
Hey Boss He Aint Workin
Y'all bring the dogs with me! Come on!
What's goin' on here?
That's what I'm talking about!
The man said he was gonna put in a good word. Explain yourself.
- Do I smell French? - That's it.
Let's leave him here to sleep it off.
That's good.
I'll take one.
Run! Go! Just haul ass!
Fuck You, Uncle Kyle! -Hackelm.
- What you sittin' around lookin' all sad for? - What am I gonna do out there?
Welcome Cam Newton! To the sit your ass down room!
- Right here. - Melvin Banks, Esquire, Attorney at Law.
That's my boy.
- Ray. - I don't want no Jell-O.
- How did it start? - Probably old wires.
No está trabajando Jefe Eddie
And in case you haven't met this handsome young fella...
Up to you ass sniffer
My pills. Thank you.
What you lookin' at, Ray?
I know the Bitch in here somewhere. They bet me down to my socks
...but it sure wasn't the last.
And you, Slick, don't try to run, don't try to escape.
You are crazy. Your mama gonna be happy when you get home.
Friends of yours, old-timer?
The liquor was ours.
- Him? - He can't be worse than the rest.
Get up underneath that motherfucker. Do your thing!
Hold up one second...
- Well, do you have any Negro pies? - Claude, come on.
And getting out took on a whole new meaning.
Been to Guitar Center? On JW Clay? Man I damn near lived at the Guitar Center
If you let him have it, you'll be ironing his drawers.
I ain't said nothin' about the Jell-O.
*Me talking to Soul about CHARGERS*
We gonna knock that shit right off the team!
- Does this mean I'm in? - Nah, you'd probably slow me down.
They got gambling, girls.
That girl got gams...
My daddy watch
- Thank you. - All right.
That way, when he set the infirmary on fire...
I never met this man before tonight.
Dark skin niggaz be at work like Boss he ain't working snitching ass niggaz
Can’t Get Right
Let the boy have a swing.
Take the dogs around the house!
If you push my button, there's no telling what I may do...
Oh yard boy
This ain't my daddy's watch
I'm a man, and I called you soft.
...I can get there in two or three days, if somebody helps me with the driving.
It's a perfect plan. We're out.
Forty years.
- Yes, I know you. What is your name? - Claude Banks.
There's no way to make up for 40 years.
We'll see who go to sleep.
We'll find another establishment down the road.
Tell Corona bout the lysol spray if she don't respect the gunline boss Oh yeah the gunline
Rick Be Like.... Oh Yard Boy.
- Big city boy. - Well, that's too bad.
Whatever you done, I'm not impressed.
I think we can make it.
...I think I'm gonna just take the choirboy.
Fuck the Money I lost my watch
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Show me that grandboy!
Why do you think they call him Jangle Leg?
How do we get home without money?
Steak Taste like Butter!!!!!’
You've been on the farm for quite a spell, haven't you?
Boss he ain't working
You one of them soft motherfuckers.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but this is a prison.
NO JORDANS,CROCS, UGGS OR DESIGNERS OUT HERE IN THIS FIELD
At least pick somebody who can watch your back.
I
I know an old bitch named Dellah hit harder than you
Eyes front mister
35 miles Of D
That's it. The Tide has taken enough of a beating.
Why ain't that pick Swingin
Welcome Texans fans To the sitcho ass down room
What's your problem, sittin' around lookin' all sad and shit?
Leaving Jacam
kimberley waltham and sharon whiteman. kimberley provost and frances whiteman.
Negro leagues, actually.
No. These are whites-only pies.
EYES FRONT, MISTER!
Happy birthday!
Boss she ain’t working
- So, what were they, bootleggers? - Something like that.
I'm from New York City, goddamn it.
That's quite a haul.
My goodness.
I know it's 1932.
This ain't the way you treat somebody.
I feel lucky tonight, too.
My account balance: +$1400
Get up!
...thinkin' what my life could've been if I never bumped into you.
- Come on, son. - We love you, boy.
...like the back of my goddamn hand.
As a man think it, so shall he get.
You still got that map?
Thats your cornbread...fuck him
$1200 Stimulus Check...
White-only pies.
Not over no PC, man.
...share my wisdom, but do they listen?
Your hand nice and supple, like a lady.
He was dead. Looks like murder.
What in the world?
What you think?
They'll know by how I walk, I ain't from around here.
Don’t be Scurred!
The bill? Of course, the bill.
You run afoul of Bob, you run afoul of me.
I don't wanna hear a sound. Got some fresh meat for ya.
I didn't go to night school to dig no ditch.
Oh, yard boy, happy birthday!
Every time you start talkin', I almost fall...
...never come out of the bathroom.
And I raise you ten.
Ray provided the moonshine...
That's it. I'd sure like to see that place when you get it all up and runnin'.
Jalen just ‘Can’t Get Right!
Can't get right ftw
I've seen it all before.
Norfolk! Spartans! Get your sorry asses over here!
Stan Blocker, a scout for the nigger leagues.
Don't be scared of the ball.