[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!
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Hey, did you have fun? Mm-hmm. Yeah. I know. [Bass Speakers Reverberating]
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[Announcer, Rapper's Voices In Distance] It's an honor for mejust to come on WJLB and have you doin'this for me. I really appreciate it. [D.J.] No problem, baby. You know, wejust here to represent the "D. " You know, and take care of our artists and take care ofhome. And I hope you have a successful career, 'cause I know you puttin'it down. You represent real hard for the 3-1-3. For sure, man, I'm doin' it. I'm doin' it for y'all, man. This is for Detroit. 3-1-3, baby. Love.
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[Bell Dinging]
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His settlement check came in. [Chuckling] His settlement check came in. And now that he's got money, he can't be with somebody like me anymore. [Chuckling] It's Thursday. I got... I got... I gotta go to bingo. Maybe he'll be there. You're goin' nowhere. Better off without him. Stop it.! Stop it. It's your fault he left me. You ruined it! You ruined it. You fucked it all up for me.
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Come on. Get up. Hi, honey. It's okay, Lily. It's okay, honey. [Voices On TV, Indistinct]
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Hey, Manny! Thanks.
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- Hey.! It's Rabbit.! Hey.! - Come on, man. [Cheddar Bob] Yo, Rabbit, wait up!
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Bye.
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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.