Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[SUGA CHUCKLES]

Let me go, goddamn it!

nasty, stinking, dirty, filthy dogs.

I can't do anything around here! Shit!

- Them ain't 20's, but it's off the hook. -Them are 20's, man.

[CROSSING BELLS RINGING]

Get that fucker! You know you like dark meat!

I caught a bad one again.

ELROY: Oh, I believe I slipped my disc again.

- Motherfuckers. You motherfuckers. DAY-DAY: What the fuck is this?

I knew we'd never be together forever. You're a cold little Puerto Rican dude.

Im going to tell

I got something better than that

[SINGING] Put some hot sauce on my burrito, baby

[ELROY GRUNTING AND DAY-DAY YELLING]

I got some business to take care of!

I was just fixing to get up in your ass.

[MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

DAY-DAY: Shit. -Hey, enjoy, man.

JOKER [IN ENGLISH]: Little Joker. -Yeah.

FAKE ASS SUGE KNIGHT

Day-Day's just trying to be a smart-ass. Nice to meet you, Craig.

DAY-DAY: Cali the police and tell them to get me another restraining order.

It's Mr. Nasty time.

I'm about to get ready to go to work...

Got my daddy like that years ago on a Cadillac.

"Written by Ice Cube."

I got this motherfucker.

Yeah, you're a good boy. Cheeco, Cheeco.

- Come on out of there. -Who's banging on this frigging door?

...take it and see what's in it.

But I told you I am a top 3 qb

...we don't hear no gunshots, no helicopters.

You family…. I love you.

I don't even like Whodini.

They'll be back soon.

- Don't hit me. Please, I'm going. ROACH: You see that?

I gotta help myself too. I got a burning in my stomach.

Daddy! Where my shirt at?

BABY JOKER: Where you going, baby? -Right over here. Whoo! Ha, ha.

Can I get a whoop whoop

No more locked doors around here, you hear me?

You can't get your money from your bitches You busters is bitches

D.J. POOH: I'm as high as-- Heh.

Come on, man. Give me my money.

- Yes, you did. -No, we didn't. We came to buy a CD.

when a trainer approaches you at the gym WHO SENT YOU?!

There ain't nothing wrong with you. Laying down like a broke-dick dog.

You got me messed up You almost made me spill my Yak

- Nice to meet you. -Peace out, Craig.

That's why moving in with your Uncle Elroy and your cousin Day-Day is the best thing.

You been chewing on this shit before you came in?

I can't taste nothing. My tongue is numb, man.

Ruining my flow.

[DAY-DAY YELLS]

SUGA: Fire that shit up, boy.

CRAIG: Must be money or something in that hydraulic pump.

Trying to pick up on our hynas or what, eh'?

- Come on. -Thanks.

Poop 5 lbs lighter

Hey, hey, y'all.

Officer, please. Don't just drive past me.

Keep a tight ass, Day-Day. Try and hold it in or something.

CRAIG: Come on.

That's why I'm the king around here!

- You could do a lot for this community. -Shut up!

No, man. Me and dogs don't get along, bro.

You are a good dog.

That's bullshit, man. ROACH: Whoa!

Get out of here, you stupid mutt!

You gonna do that for me'?

If itta’ been me… I’da shot his big ass!

DAY-DAY: Get your ass back! Go on, girl!

...renting Jet Skis to fat fucks with flower shirts.

You the one with the muscle. Why don't you get us out?

Look at my roof

He's a musical god. He's good for my people.

[WINDOW CLOSES]

- Ones we can depend on -Can depend on

Oh, call me Elroy!

That crazy bitch out there again!

Oh, man. Hold on, Craig. I'm coming.

JOKER: Put that shit in the drawer, holmes.

Me playing for the toilet bowl Me playing for the toilet bowl

None of us swim.

I got a restraining order on her and she don't care nothing about that.

ICE CUBE: They all did. Heh.

[BREATHING HEAVILY AND SNORING]

- Get up! TYRONE: Unh! Damn.

- Daddy, she sprayed me! -Shut up, you little punk!

- Your original aunt picked six numbers. CRAIG: Mm-hm.

You think it's the same brick Craig knocked your ass outwith?

It ain't even like that. Talk to your brother.

I was swimming like a motherfucker and something just went:

Light an incense in there too.

- We scored today, fool. -Yeah!

I ain't got no bong or no bullshit brownie but, uh, voilá.

Too Much Hot sauce damn, i have to go to the bathroom!

Simón ese Let’s party homles

If you don't hit that fence, I'm gonna throw you over.

I don't like locked doors!

Now, who sent you, nigga?

- You like that, huh? -Yeah, I do.

- Let's party, holmes! -Come on, fool!

Let it go, man. I'm telling you. Let it go--

Worst Day Of My Life