Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This ain't bad, right? -Yeah, it is.
- In no way. How y'all doing anyway? ALL: Fine.
I didn't drop you on your head when you were a kid. What's wrong with you?
Fosatchy. F-O-satchy.
- We're gonna get you a ride. DAY-DAY: Run! Run! Run!
- Can I get out this window right here? -I thought you came up here to see me.
We working around the store doing anything I tell him to do.
I know. This is a long way from Watts, huh?
- What the fuck you looking at, ése? -Nothing. I...
In the dark and in your world It's everywhere
Debo ended up going to jail for about 4 years.
You got knocked the fuck out.
Nice Hat
[BOTH GRUNTI NG]
Ya ass
Hey, don't sit on that couch! Put some paper down.
Oh, my stomach. Hey!
CRAIG: Hey, man-- PINKY: I said, don't say a word.
Oh, I gotta go to the bathroom. Ugh.
If you ain't back in 10 minutes, I'm
[KARLA CH UCKLES]
[YELLS THEN GRUNTS]
I can't get jiggy with this shit
Put hot sauce on my burrito! Land Now! Before I Piss Myself
This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.
You're supposed to be a thousand feet from my house!
And you lucky, nigga.
I know how you're feeling, man.
- What did we do? Tell us. -Why he need tape?
[BOTH GRUNTI NG]
[GUN COCKS]
What numbers did you pick?
What the--? Hold this, eh.
[ELROY SNORING]
No, he's right here.
She had a little pudge on her stomach but I ain't pay no attention to it.
- Hey! MAN: Hey!
But I'm tired, man.
- Who the fuck are those guys, Day-Day'? -Let it go, man. Trust me.
[GRUNTING]
- Suga! SUGA: I'm coming!
You can't quit me. I'm pregnant with your baby.
DEBO: How do we get out'? -How am I supposed to know?
DAY-DAY: Joker, don't do that, man. -You haven't seen my Aztec warrior.
- I don't know yet. -Tsk.
Hey, man, you ran over my skateboard.
[HO-KYM CHUCKLES]
- Hey, foolios. -Hey!
That's true.
- Get your ass out of here. -I'm just a bitch-ass nigga.
Shit! Carolina had me scared, but I held my own.
ever since i started htf/ltf smt my pussy rate done went *poof*
...you ain't got no gun...
Ain't got but two bullets in the motherfucker.
Please.
My mind. That's what I lost. Ain't this my yard?
It's something better than air. I could tell how funny he act.
[MACY GRAY'S "SEXOMATIC" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Yeah, that's our pump!
Come on. Get up!
I'm gonna kick that Craig's butt.
Why don't y'all do something about this shit?
Come on! Come on!
Give me that gun. Here, Debo!
[BARKING]
[CHEECO SNORING]
They're tight. And then since I had this...
I fell in some mud and it's all your fault.
- Ooh, you got a fat ass. -All right. All right.
DAY-DAY: I say you go by yourself.
[SIGHS]
Don't try to stick me with some 30-year payment plan. That's for suckers.
Just tell him to come over here and talk to me.
Ooh, you even cuter than your baby pictures.
You don't have to send your posse out here to do a 187 in my ass.
Yes, we are.
...as long as you let me hit it.
[YELLS]
TYRONE: Where are we going anyway, man?
Kiss my ass So what!
Because this shit is killing my sack.
Riding that magic carpet. They ain't got to worry about no gas.
- Just make sure you take care of my boy. -Don't worry, big bro.
[CRAIG SCOFFS]
We living good, eating shrimps and steak.
- Is there a problem, officers? COP 3: Don't move!
We live wild. We live rough. I'm telling you.
ELROY: Day-Day?
You about to burn--
you're supposed to live happily ever after.
Y'all can't fuck with the police
What you want? Another Big Pun CD? Kelly Price?
You're right, that's what I said. But soon as I got my check, I was gone!
- None of these windows work in here. ROACH: I got an idea.
I'm gonna sure miss him.
I think Karla's got jungle fever, ése!
[MUMBLING]
[JOKER MUMBLING]
This isn't The Love Connection, holmes.
Say we owe 3900, by tomorrow.
DAY-DAY: Why y'all let her do this shit?
I almost spilled my yak on this $200 suit, nigga.
- I hate you, man. -Hey, hey.
You know.
Yes, what is this, huh?
You been chewing on this before you came in?
- It works. -Still gonna smell it.
Cheeco. You've got to go ahead of us. Don't get seen.
Superlove is something That they say is very rare
[CHEECO BARKING]
Man, after paying taxes and lawyer fees and all daddy's bad-ass credit...
Haley you clownin too?
I fell in some mud and it's all yo fault
Let's make him wait.
- Mm-hm, well, can I look for myself? CRAIG: No, you cannot.
You know she's lying.
GHETTO TALK ENT.
CRAIG: In the movies, when you beat up the neighborhood bully...
[R&B MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
I don't know about you two. I don't know about this sugar shit.
ELROY: Nephew, you got perfect timing.
You Uncle Willie's son.