Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am leaving with Kenny West to be a rap-guy manager.

He sneaks to the back,

13 years old, smoked like a chimney.

Man, look at that crowd.

Oh, cool, a Pop-a-Cop machine!

soon to be living in our garage,

♪ Be-Cleve in yourself ♪

Oh, Kenny, you're turrible.

We tried having a rap battle like in 8 Mile.

Come on, Kenny. Let's go to the hospital.

have another playdate tomorrow?

So we got a wonderful plan for tomorrow.

But now that I have your attention,

You just destroyed Twitter.

Unless you do. You probably do.

whether they like it or not.

Anyway, bye, sweetie.

We're not gonna sleep until

Not like whatever it is you do at the hospital.

We adults can change clothes whenever we want.

Hmm. Well, I guess this is God's way of keeping me skinny.

This is funky fresh.

And what's up with all these stupid outfits?

♪ Through good times and bad times ♪

So she doesn't grow up to be in one of my videos.

You can put music on the Web TV?

and said to yourself,

I would kill to be five-and-a-half again.

Kobe's got the ball.

so she just thinks we're carless.