He's from Inglewood too, so he'll be able to relate to your circumstances. Jacoby Check Cashing? Harvard? Really?
Dope
2s
Let me tell you about two students.
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11.5s
So you want me to set up that exchange? I'm good. I'll do it. I mean, that... I mean, it would almost have to be... intentional.
Dope
6.7s
You were supposed to go to prom with me. No. I told you I wasn't mad about missing prom.
Dope
1.7s
Lily.
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16s
Who the fuck is this? Son of a... Why are you yelling at me? I don't know you, Mr. Bailey, but you're being very rude. What the fuck! Bye. Yes, this is Malcolm. Malcolm! Come here.
Dope
9.1s
What the fuck! You... You threw up on me! It's everywhere! It's all in my mouth!
Dope
5.8s
Oh. That's deep, nigga. Yeah. I don't know.
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4.3s
Yes, can I reschedule, please? Mr. Bailey, come on...
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1.8s
And the best part... Watch.
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12s
- Yeah. - Right. But here's something to wrap your brain around, man. I've never had intercourse with a pussy. Mm-hmm? Only asshole and oral. Okay?
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29.3s
- All right, you can say it. - Thank you. And I appreciate that. I really do. Now, like a nigga was saying... What the fuck! What the fuck? What the fuck? Yo, it was a reflex. - Reflex? A fuckin' reflex? - Dig! It won't happen again. I'm sorry. Look. Will, we need your help to sell this shit. That's why we're here. - Whoa. How did you guys get this? - It's a long story, man. We need to know if you're gonna help us.
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24.2s
William went to... Prep school, where he smoked a pound of weed a week, skipped classes... and had a 1.9 GPA, yet got a perfect score on his SAT. He was accepted to his father's alma mater under academic probation, which meant he had to maintain a 3.0 grade point average. So, William hacked into the... database, erasing all grades from the entire freshman class.
Dope
6.8s
I'm... I'm sorry... for all the stuff that I said.
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45.4s
Why? I mean, you guys could set that type of shit up easily. Nah, nigga, not like you. Okay? I need to go ghost. None of this shit can point back to me. The type of protection I need for this shit requires a hacker. Anon shit. You broke into the fucking USC database. Hey, hey. No, no, no. Okay? Samo did that. I don't know shit, all right? Whatever, nigga. Look, we don't know shit about selling dope. Nothing. Nothing about the units, the terminology, the pricing. None of that shit. I don't even know how much this fucking bag is worth. You do. Okay. But if this is a Samo-type job, man, I can't just do this as a favor. What do you want? A percentage of the profits? Fuck that. Pay me in Molly.