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-All right, all right, let's go. -Yeah.

Pimp C, like, one of the last real prophets, man.

Earn! Earn, Earn, Earn, man.

but-but I think

I was... Word. I was thinking about joining the NRA.

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(speaking softly)

Tracy's got to go, man.

-We'll just figure this out. -(alarm blares)

A1. That's a good sign.

-(chuckles) -(giggles)

* I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick *

I've been talking to Clark County's manager, man.

Managing me. Actually managing me, man.

What's the issue? What, man?

Did you not see Tracy throw a girl down

You need security, right?

(chuckles) Can I tell you something?

-(laughs) -What the fuck?!

It's all good. It's just some pledges, you know?

-It's not my fault, bruh. -Come on, man. Come on.

Look, you family, man, and I'm trying to ride with you,

-How am I the problem? -Man, you gonna

What are you doing here, man? Are those silk pajamas?

-Earn, what's good? -You want to get, like, a picture or something?

Yeah, my cousin used to always play that shit.

-Hey, what? -EARN: Hey, chill, all right?

-Earn, relax, man. -Al, pull the fucking car over.

Pull the car over.

Something gotta shake.

-Oh, I'm ready, too. All right. -Yeah.

No, man, we gonna hang back tonight.

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