Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We like to land and lay the brando way.

hold up, nigger, I need some water.

One house, two houses, third house.

turn my headphones up.

Gamma ray rapper make the Hulk snap.

You can't deny me, Billy!

one night in the ghetto,

Ah, here it is.

I'm rich, bi-atch! (horn honking)

I'm serious, nigger, I can't hear outta this ear,

Tell your little friends that dreams do come true.

And my straightened-out types who be waitin' to hear

I'm rich, bitch.

(cheers & applause)

it's on "Headphone Records," baby.

Put some treble in it, that's my word.

What these buttons do?

Oh, Billy, I shoulda left you dead, baby,

Street Hoops, wanna play?

Now that he came out with them mix tapes

and keep the island close to me

'cause that, that was a killer.

Much more than they could see is how it'll always be.

they just goddamn fools with it.

Oh, a camera, ooh-whee!

I said, what's your name, big man?

with a butter knife for Fisticuff.

Could you call the nurse for me?

Please, make some noise for my brothers, De La Soul.

I don't cut mics, I rough mics up.

Dave, I want you to meet my co-worker, Mike.

It will reveal the inner hearts of mankind.

I gotta tell you, I'm real grateful

But you know what it is?

Here, grab your sticks, come on, let's go.

Your brother who smoked crills