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Clips from Next Friday

"Got my daddy like that years ago on a Cadillac."
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"Hmm."
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"I got the only house on the block paid for."
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"That's why I'm the king around here!"
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"- Yeah, you are the king, unc. -How you like that pool?"
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"Big, ain't it?"
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"Yeah, it's cool. But where the water at?"
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"Don't need no water."
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"We ain't had no pools in the projects."
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"None of us swim."
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"- So y'all never use it? -Never."
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"But the Jacuzzi, that's something else."
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"Me and my Suga get real nasty in there."
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"Guess I left that in there."
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"You welcome to use it anytime you want. Shit, you my brother's boy!"
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"That's all right, unc. I can't swim neither."
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"No? Good."
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"I won't have to clean up behind your ass."
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"Come on. Let me show you something else."
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"[R&B MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]"
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"Hey, man, you straight?"
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"Hell no, I ain't straight. Look at my eyes. They still red?"
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"- Yeah, a little bit. -A little bit?"
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"Man, she fucked you up."
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"I can't taste nothing. My tongue is numb, man."
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"Why did y'all sit and let her do this shit?"
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"[CRAIG SCOFFS]"
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"It's your girl."
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"What's up with her, man?"
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"She mean as hell."
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"I met D'wana about 3 months ago, right?"
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"She had a little pudge on her stomach but I ain't pay no attention to it."
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"I thought it came from drinking 40s because she had beer on her breath."
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"Come to find out she's 6 months pregnant."
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"Told me I'm the baby's daddy."
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"- What? -Yeah, yeah."
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"- How you gonna be the baby's daddy? -Yeah."
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"You know she's lying."
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"Man, I broke up with D'wana two Fridays ago."
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"I got a restraining order on her and she don't care nothing about that."
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"- What? -She got me fucking up."
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"Yeah, I broke up with her two months ago..."
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"...two Fridays ago and she don't care about no restraining order or nothing."
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"- You all right with them pants, man? -Man, get out of my business."
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"How you gonna have a restraining order, man, on your girl?"
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"What's up with y'all'? I mean, where'd you meet her?"
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"I was on my way back to the 'hood to buy them 20's."
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"I mean, them 10's. They're 10's but I keep them clean."
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"I was on my way to buy them and she had a Carl Jr. burger in her hand."
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"I wanted a piece of it and I stopped."
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"We got to rapping and that's how it happened."
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"- It was the worst day of my fucking life! -Damn."
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"Psycho, huh?"
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"She must be worse than Left Eye from TLC or something."
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"But this fat bitch ain't burning. That ain't the cold part."
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"She got a sister named Baby D. I'm telling you."
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"This fat bitch get physical."
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"She sells dope, do hair and babysit out the same house."
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"The police don't know when to kick the door in."
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"I got a restraining order on her fat ass too."
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"You got a restraining order on a girl named Baby D?"
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"You don't know Baby D."
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"That's why you're looking at me, because you don't know Baby D."
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"Her fat ass be snoring, won't even be asleep, just standing."
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"[BREATHING HEAVILY AND SNORING]"
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"Fat little cupcakes and shit."
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"This bitch know about all the snacks before they hit the street."
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"All the bootleg snacks. Year 2000 snacks."
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"Yeah, gonna tell me the other day, talking about:"
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"[BREATHING HEAVILY] "Cupcake got a new Twinkie coming out next month."
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"It's a bad motherfucker."
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"When you bite into it, cream filling shoot all in your mouth. Glitter.""
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"Fat bitch. I need to get ready to go to work."
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"Because I'm a player. I'm a pimp. I don't have to deal with this shit."
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"You got your shirt on backwards."
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"- Player. -Players fuck up."
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"- Snatch the shit off your head. -Don't worry about what I'm doing!"
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"Why didn't y'all do nothing when that fat bitch jumped on me?"
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"Y'all a trip! I'm running away from here."
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"TYRONE: We gotta pull over, man. DEBO: Be quiet, punk."
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"TYRONE: My fucking nuts is hurting."
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"DEBO: We got some business to take care of."
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"- Shit! Tsk, tsk, mommy! -Keep your mind on the business, man!"
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"I'm gonna kick that Craig's butt."
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"TYRONE: Where are we going anyway, man?"
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"[TYRONE YELLS]"
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"Damn, Debo. Fucking ass is hurting."
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"- What we doing here anyway, man? -Close your mouth, I'll tell you."
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"This is the way the plan goes. You call over there..."
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"...and say you have an urgent message for Mr. William Jones."
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"- What urgent message? -The message is..."
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"...drop everything, Craig's in trouble. Come quick."
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"- I don't think that shit gonna work. -Man, just do it!"
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"- I don't know the number. -it's on the side of the building, fool."
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"Just pick the phone up."
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"[SIGHS]"
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"I feel 5 pounds lighter."
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"[SALSA MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]"
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"What? Jealous? Heh."
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"What's that?"
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"Come on, now! Where's my burrito? What's wrong with you?"
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"What kind of place is this?"
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"[PHONE RINGING]"
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"Come on, come on. Give me my stuff."
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"Hello? Yeah, I got an urgent message for a nigga named Mr. Willie--"
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"MAN: Willie who? -it's William, fool!"
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"I mean, I got an urgent message for Mr. William Jones."
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"1555::"
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"The urgent message is, drop everything. Craig's in trouble. Come quick."
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"- Craig Who? Who's this? -Man, nigga!"
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"- Just tell him he can call on Tyrone. -Who is this?"
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"Tell him it's a friend of the family's."
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"When you gonna stop hitting me like that?"
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"I'm gonna bust your ass like Craig did. Knock your fucking eyes straight."
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"[HUMMING]"
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"- Hot sauce, please. MAN: Just a second. Man, just a second."
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"Hot sauce, thank you."
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"MAN: Someone just called to say Craig's in trouble."
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"- What? What? MAN: Craig's in trouble. I don't know."
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"Oh, man. Hold on, Craig. I'm coming."
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