He asked for you alone, you know? I got your back and all. It's just I don't wanna mess with his explicit instructions. You'll be fine, bro. Right? You're just dropping it off. You're good.
Dope
8.8s
Shit. I-I-I-I answered it. You did what? I don't want that shit. Shit.
Dope
1.9s
Oh, shit.
Dope
6s
Give me your bike, nigga! Malcolm's friends, Jib and Diggy, are also geeks. Yo.
Dope
10.5s
Yo, man. I be seein' you and your little friends with y'all flattops and MC Hammer pants, riding around in this shit, looking like y'all came out of a DeLorean or some shit.
Dope
4.9s
Jib has been trying to talk Wytony's mom into giving them to him... for the past two weeks.
Dope
14s
Um, is that offer still on the table? Help. If you're busy, I can come back tomorrow or later. No, um, no. They're... They're about to leave. Yeah. Yeah, we were stepping.
Dope
2.6s
May I walk over to you?
Dope
3.6s
Well, you shouldn't sell yourself short.
Dope
4.3s
It's my fault, my weight to carry. Yo, that's bullshit.
Dope
2.1s
Drop your weapons!
Dope
18.6s
No, you're supposed to ask me something like, "Mother, may I take two steps?" If I say yes, you take two steps toward me. Or I may say, "No, you have to take three steps back." Now it's my turn to ask the questions. Okay. - Got it? - Yeah.
Dope
3.3s
What the fuck did we get ourselves into, man?
Dope
23.5s
Little niggas. Got 'em. I know y'all hungry. If you want, you can just help yourself to my fridge. Or I could have Marta cook us up something. - Can she cook chili-cheese fries? - Chili-cheese fries. Yeah. Marta! Yeah. - Right? - Where you get 'em at? Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood Avenue. Yes, um... Cuatro órdenes de chili-cheese fries... at Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood.
Dope
6.2s
Um... what's your name? Lily.
Dope
3.2s
We all wanted to go to Dom's party. Especially you, Jib.
Dope
5.9s
Go. Everybody else wait. Turn around, go back. We gotta do pat-downs. The machine is broke.
Dope
41.7s
Last night at... At the fucking party. At the party. Dom put that shit in my bag. Had to be. Well, we gotta get rid of it then. You know? Dump it, or... Or take it to the police. Yeah. Let's take it to the police. Are you joking? You want three niggas to take a bag full of dope and a gun... to the fucking police station? Like, "Here you go"? N... And... And you don't expect Dom to find out who snitched? - Well, what do you wanna do with it? - Yo, that's a lot of weight. It's like 20, 30 keys. I don't know. - It's a lot of shit, right? - I don't know, Dig. I don't know anything about this shit. All I know is Jeezy paid LeBron and Jay paid Dwyane Wade. What? He was talking about dope?
