Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's how bad death is.
How you get so crazy?
I just said there's got to be more to life than just having a good time.
To this day, I can't say nothing bad about this woman.
One, two, you know what to do.
Levee Green and his Footstompers.
He stutters right through it every time.
Don't make no difference to me, long as we get paid.
- A mistake, huh? - Sure, Ma. Made a mistake.
Well, y'all go on and rehearse, then.
♪ My bell rang this morning ♪
Come tell me I'm spooked up by the white man.
♪ Please come home to me ♪
And that horn player, the one who gave me those songs,
He got one eye on the gal and the other on his trumpet.
Look at Sylvester with that hat on.
Ooh! Levee say if it wasn't for Cutler, he wouldn't have no new shoes.
Nobody talking about making the lot for the colored man
Yeah.
You was in my way. I wasn't in your way.
What we got there, Toledo?
What I care about bad luck?
No, baby. I knows how to write music.
Hell, I'd even help him sign people up.
They don't call me Sweet Lemonade for nothing.
Just like that.
- He can sing the whole song. - Well, all right. Thank you.
That taught me how to handle them.
Irv?
Then two or three more fellas come up and join the other one.
Nigga, how you know this man done sold his soul to the devil?
uh, okra, corn.
you keep messing around with her.
This ain't your band. Ma tell me to d… do it, I'mma do it.
So you can go to hell… n… n… nigga.
and commenced to dancing.
Your ass gonna be out there scraping the concrete, lookin' for a job,
A nigga gonna be dissatisfied no matter what.
Keep America White Again!
It was you. You the only one…
Man give me a check last time. What happened?
Levee started all that 'cause he too lazy to rehearse.
and she fixed me up.
You don't need that old circus bullshit. I know what I'm talking about.
That's what you say. We gotta check it out.
I'm going to finish this song for Mr. Sturdyvant.
- Assault and what for what? - Sylvester was driving...
You handled it last time, remember?
Just like clockwork.
Me and this horn, we's tight.
He don't care nothing about me either.
They'll send it over with one of their fellows.
♪ All the boys in the neighborhood ♪
Buy her presents and things. Treat her like she want to be treated.
Your business is to play what I say.
He found out who they was,
- I got me some shoes. - Ooh!
Levee know what time he's supposed to be here?
Yeah, I… I remember pretty g… good.
God can kiss my ass.
- Where's the bathroom? - Uh, down that hall.
I had my fellas play your songs.
Levee's supposed to be here same as we is. I reckon he'll be here in a minute.
But I'll take 'em off your hands for you.
- The most disorganized… - Ma?
Levee, I don't doubt that.
♪ I sat down on my floor ♪
I'm with you on that score. Don't want to be here all night.
- That's my God! Blaspheme my God. - Let it go! It don't mean nothing!
I can say "yessir" to whoever I please. What you got to do with it?
Hi. I just wanted to see what it look like down here.
That Levee and Sturdyvant shit, I ain't going for it.
who had been with my mama.
You got a stew.
We had to go all over Chicago to get it cashed.
I want to get it right the first time and get on out of here.
♪ You can slide across the floor ♪
Everything's under control, Mel. I got everything under control.
Levee's version, it really picks it up.
♪ Oh, Lord ♪
Let's do it without it, huh? Just this one song. What say, boys?
Honey, call down there and see about my car. I need my car fixed today.
We don't have time. We can't...
What I got to be jealous of you about?
Playing ten notes for every one you supposed to play. Don't call for all that.
Turn your back on me!
I'm the devil. I ain't nothing but the devil.
- Shit. - Damn!
Come talk about sorry.
♪ All the time ♪
- What you gotta rehearse for? - This a recording session.
He'll do the voice intro on "Black Bottom" using the old version.
Mr. Irvin get down on his knees and beg her to stay.
I'm my own person. Just let me alone.
Shoot. That's what get me so mad with Irvin.
The boy stutter. He can't do the part.
All right, boys,
I'm talking about something I can see. I ain't talking about no molecules.
Cutler, this here my nephew Sylvester.
♪ Soon as the boys Found out that I was there ♪
She tried to fight 'em off.
understand what I mean,
♪ I got a friend they call Dancin' Sammy ♪
and here she come talking this.
When I heard them, they didn't sound like the kind I'm looking for right now.
You take and you make your history with that stew.
And they said, "Yeah, nigger?"
I know how to handle white folks. I been handling them for 32 years.
You heard what the man told you.
Levee got his eyes in the wrong place. You better school him, Cutler.
Mr. Irvin gonna straighten it up. I don't care what you play.
Ain't nobody done nothing to you.
I turn to hear this guy's side of the story.
Smile in his face and sell him his land.
then you all right with them, otherwise you just a dog in the alley.
Toledo, you always messing with somebody.
He looked at them