Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...until you come inside.

And some tequila for you, too, baby.

Booty Battle rules.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Now, you know this new mayor and his no tequila and titties ordinance.

Now, where the rest of your tip-out at?

Y'all let her know I'm instituting some new rules

Now, you go on and be a good booty buddy, now.

Okay, you good.

I won't take $35 out your check

humpback, humpback-I!

That's till I poured a pot of hot grits all over his ding-a-ling.

Hey, hey, I didn't--

God don't mind,

against the club from here on out, Clifford.

We all need to give in to something.

- I ain't got it. - What?

and after that, you exit stage left.

Back of the line.

Give it up for these bitches, too.

No, player, that's like Beyoncé cousin with that blue dress on.

Yes, ma'am, I had to Al Green his ass something terrible.

- Nigga, what? - I said we ain't mean to offend her!

Folks was willing to give up their rent and car note for you.

All right, Autumn Night!

- And if I don't? - Then you and your hoochie-coochie girls

While you're still sitting down

Bitch, that's a Peruvian bundle.

Better give Him praise

This room on some Super Mario save the princess type shit.

Bitch, what your name is?

Hey, I know that kind of love.

- I got this. - Hey, come on, now!

And we know when the pages go up

I'll be sure to tell management about your request.

Hands where I can see 'em.

He said it was more than that.

Better get these home before they get cold.

Don't touch them unless they touch you.

Drink some of this champagne with me.

- What's up, Big L? - What's up, Style Jean?

After seven years, huh?

when you the one leaving us at the end of the month?

- Mercedes. - What?

That's why he wobbling.

Come on over here.

That was Uncle Clifford request.