Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

*Me talking to Soul about CHARGERS*
Every time you start talkin', I almost fall...
- Ray. - I don't want no Jell-O.
You run afoul of Bob, you run afoul of me.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but this is a prison.
When Dillard found out that Claude was a baseball man...
NO JORDANS,CROCS, UGGS OR DESIGNERS OUT HERE IN THIS FIELD
Get up underneath that motherfucker. Do your thing!
I'm a man, and I called you soft.
Thats your cornbread...fuck him
Press the wrong button, nigger pop.
Fuck You, Uncle Kyle! -Hackelm.
If you let him have it, you'll be ironing his drawers.
What you think?
- Yes, I know you. What is your name? - Claude Banks.
What in the world?
I never met this man before tonight.
Thank you.
Don’t be Scurred!
Oh, yard boy, happy birthday!
As a man think it, so shall he get.
- Do I smell French? - That's it.
Oh yard boy
Friends of yours, old-timer?
He was dead. Looks like murder.
You one of them soft motherfuckers.
No está trabajando Jefe Eddie
Let the boy have a swing.
I know the Bitch in here somewhere. They bet me down to my socks
Hey Boss He Aint Workin
Rick Be Like.... Oh Yard Boy.
No. These are whites-only pies.
How do we get home without money?
Gulag Story Time KY…hearing it for thousandth time
- Well, do you have any Negro pies? - Claude, come on.
Hold up one second...
Run! Go! Just haul ass!
We'll find another establishment down the road.
I know an old bitch named Dellah hit harder than you
Whatever you done, I'm not impressed.
You goin' back to the farm now? Pick your tomatoes?
Jeff to the boss….
I feel lucky tonight, too.
White-only pies.
That's my boy.
And you, Slick, don't try to run, don't try to escape.
They got gambling, girls.
That girl got gams...
Ray provided the moonshine...
You are crazy. Your mama gonna be happy when you get home.
The man said he was gonna put in a good word. Explain yourself.
- How did it start? - Probably old wires.
My daddy watch
Show me that grandboy!
That's what I'm talking about!
Take the dogs around the house!
Welcome Cam Newton! To the sit your ass down room!
Boss he ain't working
Let's leave him here to sleep it off.
EYES FRONT, MISTER!
Shit. Fuckin' release papers, sittin' over here lookin' sad.
8506386888
That's quite a haul.
- Does this mean I'm in? - Nah, you'd probably slow me down.
That's it. The Tide has taken enough of a beating.
...I can get there in two or three days, if somebody helps me with the driving.
It's a perfect plan. We're out.
What's your problem, sittin' around lookin' all sad and shit?
Norfolk! Spartans! Get your sorry asses over here!
Why ain't that pick Swingin
That's good.
Welcome Texans fans To the sitcho ass down room
Eyes front mister
Fuck the Money I lost my watch
Don't be scared of the ball.
Get up!
Up to you ass sniffer
I think we can make it.
- Right here. - Melvin Banks, Esquire, Attorney at Law.
kimberley waltham and sharon whiteman. kimberley provost and frances whiteman.
Steak Taste like Butter!!!!!’
$1200 Stimulus Check...
What's goin' on here?
Why do you think they call him Jangle Leg?
You shouldn't have run numbers on Spanky's side of Broadway.
And getting out took on a whole new meaning.
- Come on, son. - We love you, boy.
Forty years.
- Thank you. - All right.
The liquor was ours.
What you lookin' at, Ray?
I ain't said nothin' about the Jell-O.
...like the back of my goddamn hand.
That's it. I'd sure like to see that place when you get it all up and runnin'.
My account balance: +$1400
Dark skin niggaz be at work like Boss he ain't working snitching ass niggaz
...share my wisdom, but do they listen?
If you push my button, there's no telling what I may do...
This ain't the way you treat somebody.
- What you sittin' around lookin' all sad for? - What am I gonna do out there?
- Him? - He can't be worse than the rest.
...but it sure wasn't the last.
Can’t Get Right
Your hand nice and supple, like a lady.
I'll take one.
- Big city boy. - Well, that's too bad.
You still got that map?
We'll see who go to sleep.
I
...never come out of the bathroom.
This ain't my daddy's watch
My pills. Thank you.
Tell Corona bout the lysol spray if she don't respect the gunline boss Oh yeah the gunline
I'm from New York City, goddamn it.
Not over no PC, man.
Stan Blocker, a scout for the nigger leagues.
Boss she ain’t working
...thinkin' what my life could've been if I never bumped into you.
I didn't go to night school to dig no ditch.
Been to Guitar Center? On JW Clay? Man I damn near lived at the Guitar Center
And I raise you ten.
- So, what were they, bootleggers? - Something like that.
Jalen just ‘Can’t Get Right!
You've been on the farm for quite a spell, haven't you?
We gonna knock that shit right off the team!
That way, when he set the infirmary on fire...
I don't wanna hear a sound. Got some fresh meat for ya.
At least pick somebody who can watch your back.
Negro leagues, actually.
35 miles Of D
Can't get right ftw
I've seen it all before.
I know it's 1932.
Happy birthday!
And in case you haven't met this handsome young fella...
They'll know by how I walk, I ain't from around here.
My goodness.
Y'all bring the dogs with me! Come on!
...I think I'm gonna just take the choirboy.
Leaving Jacam
There's no way to make up for 40 years.
The bill? Of course, the bill.