CB4 Page #3

How come you home?

- It's Saturday, Pops.

- So, go look at a school.

Don't waste electricity

on that rap mess.

- But Pop!

- Don't "but" me.

I'll beat your ass in front of

your woman. No rap in my house.

In our day, they sang.

That rap ain't nothin' but talkin'.

It won't never last!

Remember black-and-white TV? Gone!

Remember eight-tracks? Gone!

Betamax? Gone.

- Look, Wackee Dee and Sun Shine.

- Oh, no!

Albertina, Alberta!

Come on in here now.

- Look.

- Ooh, that boy sure can dance.

# 'Cause I'm the wackiest,

there's no question, I can dance

# Dance in my pants and in your face

Come on, dance with me, baby.

# But I can dance

I got sun, I got shine

# Move back hard core

'cause I'm goin'for mine

# Did I mention before that I can dance

- # I'm Wackee Dee

- # Wackee Dee's in the house

- # Wack-Wackee Dee

- # Wackee Dee's in the house

# Wackee Dee's in the house

- # Let's rock and roll

- # Wackee Dee's in the house

- # I'm Wackee Dee

- # Wackee Dee's in the house...

As you can see, my loved ones

really respected my musical taste.

Was Stab Master Arson

also middle class?

Well, Otis came from

a different environment altogether.

Come on in, Albert.

We're just finishing dinner.

I knew I should've came earlier.

How are you?

- OK.

- Look, it's Albert! Hi, Albert!

What's up, Tashana,

Tawana, Tamika, Talona and Tee Tee?

Hi, Albert.

- What's up, O?

- What up, bro?

- How long is Otis gonna be out?

- 'Bout 11.00.

- He gotta help me with my homework.

- And relax my hair.

- And play me in Nintendo.

- And sew me a new dress.

- And program my computer.

- Check this out.

Get outta here.

We got stuff to do.

- Bye, Mom.

- Bye, Otis!

Leave my sisters alone.

Otis, you are the man of the house.

I gotta be, with all those sisters.

Don't worry. Tonight we're gonna have

crazy fun! Let's pick up Rip.

Rip is sick.

- You see the new En Vogue video?

- Cindy is fine!

Cindy's fine but she's not the one.

Teri's the one.

- Then Cindy's the other one, man.

- She got them eyes!

I wanna suck her like a neck bone.

I wanna suck this like a neck bone.

Correction. I wanna suck her

like a smoked neck bone.

Euripides Smalls

was Dead Mike's real name.

Rip came from a broken home which meant

he hustled for every dollar he made.

Ooh, a hustler.

A job's a job, a cheque's a cheque.

OK, call again. Thank you.

Hello, 976-FART. You fart, we smell it.

I feel so slippery.

976-SEXY

- Yo, I wanna...

- Man, let's get out of here.

Here it comes.

Ooh, yeah! Here it comes.

Yeah, give it to me,

baby. Come on, give it all to me, baby.

- Yeah, babyl

- Yeah, baby. Here it comes.

F*** you! Kiss my ass, motherf***er.

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