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Go ahead, nigga.

You should, uh-

You should work inside out.

Do the stuff in the brackets

first and then square the sum.

Yep.

Okay. Thanks.

Oh! Uh...

Dom says he's throwing a

birthday party tonight at Verse.

Mm-hmm.

He said he'd really love the, uh

- the pleasure of your company.

That nigga did not say that.

He did. I s-

I swear. He-

Lord.

Well, I'll go if you go.

I'll save you a dance.

You are going.

We are going.

She metaphorically showed you her

p*ssy and said, "Come and f*** me. "

Jib, um, this is Dom

we're talking about.

We're not going to

a drug dealer's birthday party.

That's- You're trippin'.

We're in our senior year, b*tches. Okay?

- It is time we started expanding our horizons.

- No.

Call your mom and tell her you're

- you're studying late at my place.

Come on. Dig? Huh?

Look, it's better than what

you normally do at night, so-

Mm-hmm.

Looking beautiful. Oh!

One, two and tres.

Been working on my Spa-

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What you doing?

- You let them in without checking the list.

What's up?

Okay, let me educate you

real quick.

I am the gatekeeper, I'm the

grandmaster, the authority...

in keeping

a proper nigga-to-ho ratio.

You understand

what I'm saying?

So unless you little niggas got some

pussies, I'm gon' need y'all to get the f***-

I have one.

I know y'all some b*tches, but you

ain't gotta say you got pussies.

She- She's a girl.

What?

This little nigga's a b*tch!

Like- Like Boys Don't Cry

like a motherf***er.

Remember when we was seein'

that sh*t? Yeah, I remember that.

Nigga, what the f***.

Let us in.

Oh, well, yeah, yeah.

You know, it's 21 and older.

I'm gon' need some ID,

some verification.

- Uh-

- Oh.

Wait.

Y'all don't have no IDs?

Aw! Sorry! I'm gon' need y'all

to get the f*** off.

Come on.

Get the f*** off.

There's a Baskin-Robbins down

the street. Enjoy yourselves.

Hey, man, don't this dude look like

the dude that danced in Santa Monica?

- Breakdance?

- Don't he look like- What the f***.

You're coming in, right?

Get the f*** outta here, man!

Get the f*** outta here, man.

Old Coolio-looking motherf***er.

Hey, baby. You're looking good.

Thank you.

Digs. Digs. Digs. Jib. Jib.

Come on, come on.

Hey. Hey, w-wait- Hey!

Yo, yo, yo. It's cool.

It's cool. Let 'em in.

Look, I ca-

I can't let you do that.

These kids are underage and I

cannot lose my license tonight.

Not tonight.

I don't mind having

this discussion with you.

I actually enjoy the

thoughtful exchange of ideas.

And you do bring up a valid

point. Know what I'm sayin'?

But see, you put me

in a bit of a spot, nigga.

'Cause I can't have you back-talkin'

me in front of my niggas...

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