Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, you ain't seen poppin'...

Hey! Don't make me have to wrap a nigga balls round his neck.

Don't worry. I got it, Uncle.

Hey, I know you hear me talking to you, girl.

Y'all need to give it up for these bitches, man,

Maite, can you get this bitch beat for tonight?

This all my fault.

- Skrawberry. - Skrawberry?

I mean, I see how you manage your abundance.

And last but not least,

The new stripper math:

You gonna need more than some Neosporin for that.

Shit got kind of hectic up in VIP.

Thirsty-ass big forces there, big-head nigga!

Y'all wasn't ready for all that.

Bitch, how that pole burn, though?

I want my cover charge back!

Just needed some air. Gets stuffy in there.

Please, let go of me!

Clifford, ain't nobody got time to be writing no summonses.

Now, y'all done sent me all these notices saying I'm behind.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

and at the end of the night, your ass ain't nowhere to be seen.

I wanted to apologize to little shorty.

- Murda, let me kill that. - No doubt.

Besides, what you got to be complaining about?

circa "The Wire" 2005.

- You know I don't like surprises. - They love you.

You just wasted a G on these hos perpetrating.

- When you wanna see it? - Cool all that nastiness down now.

Let you know you're living,