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Gobble it, swallow the whole thing, man.
No.
and, uh, I think he's leaving.
(crowd murmuring)
That nigga called the cops on me.
(music mixes)
Hey, man, uh, can you help me out?
-Shit was fire, man. -(chuckles)
Look, we need to get out of this club before I
(club sounds blur indistinctly)
Come on back here. (chuckles)
* Car ain't got no roof
(tires screech)
-Have a good night. -Really man?
This is gangsta.
Hell, let's-- let's toast it up, man.
(music muffled)
(pants)
not no... rosé--whatever this
Marcus Miles is in the house.
Okay.
All right, then, I guess I'll...
I straight told on his ass.
* I'ma move like a crook move, but I'm God's son" *
Leave. No one is keeping you here.
(line trills)
I want like, a,
(chuckling)
'cause I don't play that shit.
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And-- we got my nigga,
like everyone else.
if you already know the answer then?
(cheers)