Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, who sent you, nigga?

They'll be back soon.

Get that fucker! You know you like dark meat!

- Don't hit me. Please, I'm going. ROACH: You see that?

- Let's party, holmes! -Come on, fool!

I got this motherfucker.

Daddy! Where my shirt at?

Simón ese Let’s party homles

Oh, man. Hold on, Craig. I'm coming.

"Written by Ice Cube."

That's why moving in with your Uncle Elroy and your cousin Day-Day is the best thing.

None of us swim.

It ain't even like that. Talk to your brother.

ICE CUBE: They all did. Heh.

Got my daddy like that years ago on a Cadillac.

Im going to tell

I knew we'd never be together forever. You're a cold little Puerto Rican dude.

[WINDOW CLOSES]

He's a musical god. He's good for my people.

...renting Jet Skis to fat fucks with flower shirts.

I got some business to take care of!

Oh, call me Elroy!

Trying to pick up on our hynas or what, eh'?

I can't taste nothing. My tongue is numb, man.

There ain't nothing wrong with you. Laying down like a broke-dick dog.

But I told you I am a top 3 qb

I gotta help myself too. I got a burning in my stomach.

[SUGA CHUCKLES]

- Come on out of there. -Who's banging on this frigging door?

- Get up! TYRONE: Unh! Damn.

Ruining my flow.

You the one with the muscle. Why don't you get us out?

- Daddy, she sprayed me! -Shut up, you little punk!

Me playing for the toilet bowl Me playing for the toilet bowl

- Ones we can depend on -Can depend on

Let me go, goddamn it!

- Nice to meet you. -Peace out, Craig.

when a trainer approaches you at the gym WHO SENT YOU?!

Can I get a whoop whoop

JOKER: Put that shit in the drawer, holmes.

- Yes, you did. -No, we didn't. We came to buy a CD.

It's Mr. Nasty time.

You family…. I love you.

D.J. POOH: I'm as high as-- Heh.

I got a restraining order on her and she don't care nothing about that.

If itta’ been me… I’da shot his big ass!

...take it and see what's in it.

You been chewing on this shit before you came in?

...we don't hear no gunshots, no helicopters.

nasty, stinking, dirty, filthy dogs.

CRAIG: Must be money or something in that hydraulic pump.

I don't like locked doors!

- Your original aunt picked six numbers. CRAIG: Mm-hm.

[CROSSING BELLS RINGING]

That's bullshit, man. ROACH: Whoa!

- Come on. -Thanks.

- You like that, huh? -Yeah, I do.

No, man. Me and dogs don't get along, bro.

If you don't hit that fence, I'm gonna throw you over.

- Motherfuckers. You motherfuckers. DAY-DAY: What the fuck is this?

I was swimming like a motherfucker and something just went:

Worst Day Of My Life

- Them ain't 20's, but it's off the hook. -Them are 20's, man.

Get out of here, you stupid mutt!

You gonna do that for me'?

[DAY-DAY YELLS]

JOKER [IN ENGLISH]: Little Joker. -Yeah.

Keep a tight ass, Day-Day. Try and hold it in or something.

Hey, hey, y'all.

I'm about to get ready to go to work...

Let it go, man. I'm telling you. Let it go--

I was just fixing to get up in your ass.

No more locked doors around here, you hear me?

- You could do a lot for this community. -Shut up!

I ain't got no bong or no bullshit brownie but, uh, voilá.

DAY-DAY: Cali the police and tell them to get me another restraining order.

That's why I'm the king around here!

[ELROY GRUNTING AND DAY-DAY YELLING]

You think it's the same brick Craig knocked your ass outwith?

Officer, please. Don't just drive past me.

Come on, man. Give me my money.

ELROY: Oh, I believe I slipped my disc again.

Day-Day's just trying to be a smart-ass. Nice to meet you, Craig.

I don't even like Whodini.

Look at my roof

DAY-DAY: Get your ass back! Go on, girl!

Yeah, you're a good boy. Cheeco, Cheeco.

Light an incense in there too.

[BREATHING HEAVILY AND SNORING]

Too Much Hot sauce damn, i have to go to the bathroom!

That crazy bitch out there again!

[SINGING] Put some hot sauce on my burrito, baby

BABY JOKER: Where you going, baby? -Right over here. Whoo! Ha, ha.

You can't get your money from your bitches You busters is bitches

I caught a bad one again.

[MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

Poop 5 lbs lighter

You got me messed up You almost made me spill my Yak

SUGA: Fire that shit up, boy.

DAY-DAY: Shit. -Hey, enjoy, man.

I got something better than that

FAKE ASS SUGE KNIGHT

I can't do anything around here! Shit!

CRAIG: Come on.

- We scored today, fool. -Yeah!

You are a good dog.