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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[Rap On Radio] I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours [Ends] [Song Changes]
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[Shuts Off Engine]
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You ready, baby. I wanna see you rip that shit, all right? It's time to let these motherfuckers know. Yeah, you, baby. Three-One-Third. It's all you, baby.
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Bunny.! What up, doe? Heard about you and Janeane, dawg.
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- For real? - Yeah.
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[Future] Word up. That's true. Yo! Whoa! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.! - All right.
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Man, why you pretendin' to be asleep? Yo, I seen you out the window, Bob. I didn't feel like talkin'. Why not?
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So how'd it go? Guys, why don't we go to this after-hours club? So where we goin'? Hmm? Oh. My house. What about your mom? Workin' nights now. This the after-hours spot? Heck, yeah.
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No milk. Yo, can I get a ride to work in the morning?
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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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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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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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[Clattering, Banging] [Knocking On Door] [D.J. Iz] Man, ain't nobody here. [Future] I can't believe they sent him home already. If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up. Where the fuck else would he be? Just thank God he's alive. [Scoffs] No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off. That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you. Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need. Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits. We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield. I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hear Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'? One of them strong songs on J LB, you know? We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds. We can build our own studio... Savings bonds? Let me ask you a question, dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides, - No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit. "We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!" "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds." "No, what we need to do is get our songs on J LB." Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'. We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.
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I'm gonna need a place to crash. - You gonna stay at your mom's? - [Laughing]
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[Door Slamming, Engine Starting]
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All right, all right. Enough of the fanfare. Call it... heads or tails. Heads.
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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!