Bye, baby. Alex Latourno Hotter than an inferno Up.! Hotter than a crack house - Down! - Burn internal Up.! Down.!
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[Yelling] I got to put pressure on it. I got to put pressure on it. - Try not to think about it. - He shot his fuckin' dick off! Did I? Man, shut the fuck up, man! Future, take Gratiot to McDougall. I live here too. I know how to get there. Then fuckin' get us there then! Rabbit's gonna teach me how to write rhyme. What the fuck were you doin' with a gun anyway, man? What the fuck were you doin' with those motherfuckers? - You know I had a show tomorrow night! - Calm the fuck down! What are y'all trippin' about? M.C. Bob. What? M.C. Bob. Man, what are you talkin' about? Is that a good name? What's wrong with Cheddar Bob? I like M.C. Bob. Right? Yeah. M.C. Bob. [Wink] I'm the one that got that fat man out offlippin'burgers. Really? Yeah. Now Roy's gotta interview him down atJLB. And I'm gonna be there. Oh, it's finna be on. So the doctor said that he hit an artery, but he's gonna be okay. Oh, yeah. That's good, man. Where you been? Prayin'. Is he all right? Yeah. It's cool. Let's go. Wink was just tellin' us how he got in with Roy Darucher. Yeah. Shit's hot, man.
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What you doin', man? Rabbit!
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[Future] Word up. That's true. Yo! Whoa! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.! - All right.
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[Unzipping]
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[Sighs]
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Wink's workin' on a deal where I can get free studio time... to record my demo.
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Oh, yeah. And the mirror said... Shit.! What's the matter?
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- Man, put that down, man. - Come on, Cheddar.
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Where are we going?
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Yeah. I can do it.
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I'm out of here. Can't go out with someone like you. Are you gonna let him just talk to you like this? - With two homeless kids. - [Roaring, Screaming] Rabbit.! Jimmy, no.! No.! Rabbit! Jimmy! Jimmy, please!
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Says right here. "Tenant must vacate the premises... due to non-payment of rent." You know about this? [Stephanie] Morning.
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Come here. Get the fuck up there. Stop it! Fight me, you punk-ass bitch! - What the fuck you gonna do? - [Grunts, Groans]
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No, no, no. No, no. Don't do this.
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[Rap On Car Stereo] Okay, baby. I want you to go inside. I want you to lock the door, okay? Listen to me. Go inside, lock the door. I'll be in in a minute, okay? Okay. Okay. Go. [Car Doors Slamming] Go!
