Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Shotgun! - Yo, Deuce, shut him up.
I'm Malibu's most wanted, y'all!
- So how'd you get to be so down? - Shoot, girl.
I'm gonna give you five seconds to be real or I'm gonna beat that ass to the curb!
Hey, yo, player. Your pops called, and you know what he said?
KING KONG AINT GOT NOTHING ON ME!
Whatever. Look, I did what you asked. I want my money.
...shiznit?
I got mad love for the man, but he's old-school.
Okay, feeling the love.
...fired his weapons with wanton disregard for life or personal property.
I thought that would have worked. Weird.
You want us to scare this kid into acting like a little white boy again?
White Kong
- BET. - What?
- Why you down, dog? - I'm a failure.
Say one mo line and I’m gonna have to smoke myself
...I can convince them to let you go. - But I'm being myself!
Hold up, y'all! Before anybody ices anybody, I got something to say.
Run
- This ain't Malibu. - Represent.
He did time in public school!
Know what my mom would do?
No problem, ladies. Okay, bye-bye.
Here he is, right here, y'all. The man of the hour! Bill Gluckman, y'all!
I’m down
YOU MUST BE OUT YOUR RABID ASS MIND!
- Don't you talk about my mama. - L'll talk all I want.
Listen, I made a lot of mistakes. I know that. I'm not proud of myself.
...women are going to have better health care.
- What's going on with your boyfriend? - I'd love to kick it with you...
It's Black History Month. You out your rabbit-ass mind?
You think this a joke, wigga? You think this a joke?
I just been kidnapped, carjacked and hands tied behind my back.
- Taquayzsha? - Or Nahojay.
Add a biatch and I think you got it !
WE CAN’T THEY TOO STRAPPED!
What the hell?!
- I'm gonna call you Mothra. - What?
We got your rich Gluckman ass now, punk.
- I gotta. - You don't gotta.
- Did you buy my rage? - No. You're indicating.
You do what you have to do. We'll do what we have to do.
I run things around here.
See, this that shit. Think you're better than me.
Yo Michelle Feelin' froggy?
This fool is crazy! I cannot deal with this shit.
Let's go!
Don't be hatin'!!
LIKE WHEN THE PUBLIC BE ALL UP ON YOUR PRIVATE TENNIS COURT
Right. I guess it's pretty hardcore up in here.
RUN bitch RUN! He gon' Kill you!
- It might just scare the black out of him. - Excuse me?
There you go.
I said I got the couch, man. Damn!
Much love.
Good thing I've been down with the brizzown all my life
- Go! - Okay, sir.
Peep my stilo.
Where you reside?
- Pit bull puppies, fool! - And they mean too.
- You mean have Brad actually go there? - Exactly.
How to say you from culpeper Without saying u from culpeper
Let me school you on something. Help us both stay alive.
This ain't no picnic bitch!
Is that a freaking musket?
Yo yo yo I ain't laughed that hard in a long long time for real
It's been brought
Say, y'all His little wienie's so small
- Hey, where you going, man? - I need to take a drive.
- Damn! Damn! - You done did it now.
I offered you a snack not the whole kitchen
I appreciate that.
- Here's your chance! - I am improving myself, fool!
All this mayhem is rumored to have been caused...
- Because the white man... - Okay, thank you, Bloodbath and Tree.
- I'm from Juilliard, for chrissake. - I'm from the Pasadena Playhouse.
This is my ghetto. The mall.
...or what crew you're rolling with...
- I might not have all the money right now. - Are you playing me?
I can rap about anything.
- Where's B-Rad at? - I haven't seen a thing. Haven't seen him.
- Right now? - I'm just trying to help a brother out.
- We've got that queued up. - Yes, we do. Over here, please.
What you doing here, son?
Don’t be hating I knew my rhymes was dope
- Do me this one favor. - You are the driver. I am the shooter!
- How's the Brad project going? - Smooth. He's in South Central.
Peep my tat
- Look at the little busta. - Little busta.
Right, I like that!
You see?
Oh, I didn't know anything about that. You gotta believe me.
- Where you fixing to drive to? - I think today's a good day to die.
Mr. Amerislani.
Okay, Sandy. Bye.
- Who this? - No deal.
Terrific popcorn.
What do you do about it?
...and you never cared to find out.
But they were cool. No gun to head, never scream.
If Mr. Governor wants to see his punk bitch baby boy alive again...
I think you want to share.
Stick to the plan yo!
That car is on the corner of McKinley and 82nd Street.