Friday After Next Page #2
Me--
Today is the day
you motherfuckers is gonna kick in!
up here harassing us?
With that big ol' wolf p*ssy?
You come here all the time
smelling like that.
- You don't even own the place!
- You just the manager.
And I'm gonna manage
to evict your skinny-punk black ass
out of here today if you two
motherfuckers don't pay up your rent.
Man, get that lined up.
Don't you worry about it, b*tch.
I know somebody like it.
Take your ass back downstairs,
'cause you ain't evictin' nobody
unless you got
a motherfucking army with you.
I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-Ass!
Damon!
I had a nightmare
about that fool last night.
Day-Day!
Craig!
Which one of you b*tches
want to wash my drawers tonight?
- That'd be him.
- Him.
Okay.
I wash on Sundays, anyway.
Starch or press?
Starch, nigga!
Move!
Come on in, Miss Pearly.
- When did he get out?
- Last night.
And I'm gonna let you two b*tches
in on a little secret--
when you spend 12 years
on a level-4 prison yard,
of little ol' girls like yourselves.
So either I'm gonna
get my rent money today,
or somebody getting
Damn!
That ain't even necessary.
Sure ain't!
We start our new job today,
and I swear to God we're gonna
have your money later on tonight--
cash...in your hand!
You better!
Either you fixin' to come see me,
Simple as that.
You like 'cause your son is a fag?
Shut up, b*tch!
Tell your fine daddy I said...
I hate that b*tch!
Tight-ass pants, man! Sh*t!
Look how tight
these motherfucking pants are.
I can't even do
the James Brown in these pants.
Good. I don't want
to see you do the James Brown.
no p*ssy in these clothes.
I'm gonna get some.
Tasha, how we look?
Like a couple of rent-a-cops.
What about them rent-a-tits?
See, the clothes don't make the player,
the player make the clothes.
Rent-a-cops get p*ssy, too.
I'm not no rent-a-cop,
I'm a Top Flight Security
and don't you never forget it.
I swear, the first motherf***er
get out of hand...
- I'm gonna beat the--
- Sh*t!
Craig and Day-Day.
Just the niggas I need to see.
Yo, what's up, O.G., triple O.G.,
O.G. triple, triple...O.G.?
You got out last night?
I ain't seen y'all
in about 12 years, nigga.
I was little. I was about--
You're grown up now, though.
Give a nigga a hug, dawg.
I'm about to go--
lt's cool, dawg, it's cool. Come here.
Yeah, right there.
- Group hug, nigga.
- Come on, Craig.
All right, come here.
Get your ass over here.
Talk to you for a minute.
What's up, dawg?
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