What up? Shit. Waitin' on this slow-ass ride. What are you still doin' here? Somebody called in sick, so I'm just fillin' in.
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Okay, okay, B-Rabbit. Call it.! Heads. Heads! Choose. Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first. Don't matter none. D.J., spin that shit!
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[Drum Track] Free World, okay? Tell you somethin'. [Bass, Rhythmic Shouting] Check this out. Check this out. Yo. This guy's a choke artist. You catch a bad one, you better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbin' up this mountain You're weak, I leave you lost without a paddle Floatin'up shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the "D" You the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocks Fuckin' Nazi Your squad ain't your type Take some real advice And form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell you You better use it This guy's a hillbilly This ain't Willie Nelson music Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you look foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit I know why they call you that 'Cause you follow Future Like he got carrots up his ass crack And when you acted up That's when you got jacked up and act stupid Like Tina Turner when she got smacked up I crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard That Elvis'll start turnin' in his grave - [Laughing, Groaning] - Now I know why they left you out in the dark Take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park Oh, no, oh.! Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay. Very nice, very nice. Let me get that mike, man. Pretty good, pretty good. Hip-hop 101. Hey, Bunny Rabbit. It's your turn, baby. Forty-five seconds. Let this motherfucker feel it. A'ight? Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
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Where the fuck is B-Rabbit? [Door Opening] [Sol George] Yo, homie. Where's he at? Yo, "B." They're callin' your name. You drew Lyckety-Splyt in the first round. You okay with that? Yeah. Don't give a fuck who it is.
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Yo, Rabbit. You and your new friend want to bounce to an after-hours spot?
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What happened to you? Cheddar Bob had an accident. He's fine. I'm fine. You and your friends. Mom, don't start, please. It's been a long fuckin' night. Tell me about it. Me and Greg are havin' problems. - He found out about the eviction? - No. The settlement check ain't comin'? No, it's comin; It's comin'. It's our... It's our sex life. Mom, I don't want to hear this shit. I mean, it's good. It's real good. But he just doesn't like... Mom, I don't want to hear this. Greg won't go down on me. Mom!
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Just for a couple weeks. Got to save up enough to get my own place. Just like Bob Zurowsky. You're plannin' on still living at home, aren't you, Rabbit? Okay. What a bunch of fuckin' losers. - Fuck you.! - Jimmy.! - What's your problem, you little ingrate? - What's your problem? Don't kick my fuckin' clothes! Don't fuckin'judge me, man! Why don't you grow up? Goin' around actin' like a punk. Motherfucker, what's up? Stop! Fuckin' punk! Stop it.! - [Dog Barking] - Hey, Lily.
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One day, somebody said, "You know what, man? You are the future of hip-hop in Detroit." So you see, baby, sometimes you got to find your name and, uh, other times, your name finds you.
Yo, don't tell nobody I'm livin' back here, man. All right, dawg. What happened to you last night? I heard you got caught out. People sayin' some fucked up shit. Yeah? Yeah. Man, why you still goin' to The Shelter, dawg? Ain't nobody down there but a bunch of clowns who ain't got deals and never gonna get deals. You need to stay at home. You know Wink's got ya. Whatever, man. Look, I'm telling you, man, I'm on my way. And I'm takin' you with me. You're the franchise, baby. The franchise? Yeah. I'm takin' a fuckin' bus to work, man. Look. I was just on the horn with my man Roy Darucher. That promo guy? Yeah. Now Roy's all hooked up at 98.
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[Drums, Bass]
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I fell.
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Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoo blah Is that a tank top Or a new bra Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention - You're sayin' the same shit that he said - I'm gonna fuck you up! Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit Make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you [Crowd] Whoa.! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you" You see how far Them white jokes get you, boys like "How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you" My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven digits from yo'mother for a dollar tomorrow - [Cheering] - [Future] Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!
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What floor is J LB on? Twenty-eight. Thank you. You're welcome. [D.J.] When we look at Big O, what are we lookin'at, baby? [Big O] I'm givin'you poverty. I'm givin'you the slums. That's where I'm from. So I put it all in the music. I'm lookin' for Wink Harris. Who? He's supposed to be here with Roy Darucher. Oh, I think they're all down in Studio "B." All right. Thank you. Mm-hmm. [Big O] I did anything for free... anything for the exposure. [D.J.] No doubt. Big "O, "big ups and congratulations, playboy player. You finally got your record on the radio. How does it make you feel, man? Oh, man, that's much love. I want to thank you and WJ LB, man... for lookin'out for me like that, dawg, so much love. I'm tryin'to put Detroit... the east side, for sure... on the map. Know what I'm sayin'? And we gonna do it for real. We'll get a pipeline to come through here, and the industry'll look at us... and they'll sign all of us, man, we'll all be eatin; [Big O] Whoa, whoa... Wait, wait, wait... [Screams] Jimmy! Stop it! Stop it!
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[Moans] Mom, come on. Get up. Come on. [Sighs Deeply] Come on! [Grunts] Greg left me. Yeah? [Lily Babbling] He left me. [Grunts] Oh. Damn!