Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Willy.
How's Willy?
won't be no gator. All right?
You lying-ass bitch.
You-you staying here?
Nigga, I'm not crazy.
(sighs): He's crazy.
Well, where, pray tell, is it, then, Yvonne?
DROOP: Yeah, can I get that, uh,
The vibes here are just so intense.
on the phone, but kidnapping is a felony,
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, oh, no. *
The person who owns this house
* Fuck a beat, I was tryin' to beat a case... *
* Oh, no, oh, no... *
-I knew it. -You mother...
-Tra... Blow. Blow it. -DROOP: Ah, here you go right here.
All right, I'll catch you.
they're gonna get your ass on a whole lot of other shit.
(grunts)
This is my house.
* Damn, did he just run off with your shit? *
(Anita screams)
If there's gonna be a shootout, I need to get out of here.
Yeah. You told me to help him.
No.
-I'll be back. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What up?
-Did it walk out the door? -YVONNE: I don't know.
You better get rid of that gun, nigga. (laughs)
Who? Coach? Yeah.
Yup.
He too good to come see me now on his own? He DMX now?
No one knows his true identity,
It's Earn.
What the hell is wrong with you?
No. She don't live here.
$60.85. Please drive around to the window.
* Oh, no, blo, blo, blo, hot head, oh, no *
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo *
!!
That's the alligator man.
ANITA: Please don't hurt me!
so we can get out of here. It's four cops
One's easier than the other.
Nigga lame. He want to be somebody so bad.
Fulton County has no problem
Cool.
WILLY: I'm not talking to these sons of bitches about nothing,
This ain't that.
I'm the alligator man. Okay?
* Who gon' die today? *
Oh, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
* You're in love *