Who Made The Potatoe Salad? Page #3

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for my beautiful daughter right here?

Well,

actually, Ashley and I,

we've been seeing each other

for quite some time.

Oh, what's bubblating, family?

I was with y'all all day, okay?

- Hey, June Bug.

- Hey, June Bug.

Hiya, sis, how're you doing?

Looking all good, like a video girl,

like you've been sprouting up

and everything.

Hey, June Bug.

So, what you home for,

Thanksgrubbing or something?

Yeah.

How Diego treating my b*tch?

You still love me there and everything?

It's fine.

Who this nigga?

My boyfriend, Michael.

How're you doing, June...

Anyway, Mom, my stomach killing me.

You know, I ain't ate in like three days.

That's what jail do to a brother

in the drab house, keeping me starving.

I'm going to the kitchen, no,

you ain't gotta follow me or nothing.

I'll be right back.

Hold on, June Bug.

Don't be sticking your fingers in my pots.

I'm not done yet.

Come here, boy.

Don't let me have to break your fingers off.

So, Mike, you were saying.

Yeah, like I was saying, you know,

Ashley and I, we've been seeing each other

for quite some time,

we actually have a little something

we'd like to share with you guys.

Hey, nigga, we gotta ride.

We gotta go to the stizzore.

Mom ain't got enough flizzour

and the stizzore closes in an izzour,

so you gotta ride with me right now.

Can't be riding around here

by myself, playa.

You know what I'm saying?

They out to get me.

I won't be the only target. Let's go.

- I'm tired.

- Just go.

Go on, Michael. Go on.

June Bug gonna show you around.

Jesus Christ, Ashley.

Where did you find

that sorry motherf***er from?

It's crazy out here, man.

Right there. That's where we making

our kids fight the sh*t.

You got kids?

Hell, no, I look like making my kids fight?

Oh, that's where the big homie got shot.

Shot 17 times in the face.

Took them all, too, like a champ.

- They call him Bullet Head.

- Yeah, with the bullets, that makes sense.

Oh, snap.

That's the old rock house, right there.

I used to get my serve on

in that motherf***er, pushing big weight.

- You, right there?

- Yeah.

- Big weight, huh?

- Yeah.

- You did?

- Me, man. Killing.

- Okay. Big weight.

- Weight.

So, what do you do back at the crib?

I just cool out, chill, you know,

kick it on the down low.

You feel me?

- You feel me?

- Yeah, I been doing that same sh*t.

Like not really doing nothing,

laying around,

sometimes seeing how long the f***

I can lay around without doing sh*t.

- You know? I'm on that.

- You know what I mean?

Hey, man, light this sh*t and roll it

and smoke this sh*t.

No. No. I'm straight, man. I'm straight.

You don't smoke, nigga?

What kind of fool, you don't smoke?

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