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by selling them false dreams.

Man, y'all know that.

Somebody give him a bow tie

and a bean pie.

-lt's Obama in the house.

-What is wrong with you?

Are you serious?

You in Rainbow PUSH yourself?

Come on.

Martin Luther King,

can you pick one?

-Just pick it.

Just one. Not rocket science.

Helicopter.

Oh!

-What?

-That's what l'm talking about.

Why make him think you can have

a helicopter in the projects?

-Can y'all clear the way?

We're good, we're good.

l am very disappointed in you.

See, there goes chocolate drop,

chocolate drop, chocolate drop.

Look at you, darling. Lookie.

-She turn 18 yet?

-Stop it. Just stop it right now.

-What the hell you hit me for?

-Stop it now.

l'm saying you don't got a job.

-And? What?

-l got a job.

-You got a job?

-Hell, yeah.

Benny, please.

You ain't got no daggone job.

God.

l told you the smuts was out today.

You need to holler at Nikki Swayze

before l do.

-Are y'all coming or what?

-What am l gonna say to Nikki?

l don't know. Ask her for her

Social Security number or something.

-lt's your chance.

All right.

Get it.

Hey. Um....

Nikki.

Hey, um, look. Ahem. Nice dog.

l was just wondering if, like...

...you wasn't doing nothing

Hello? So now we gotta be late to work

just so he could talk to her?

Yep. Stop hating.

Well, l saw you during graduation.

You might not have saw me.

Because l was sitting in the back.

You know? But l was there.

-You always got me, Stacie.

-You know what? What the hell?

-But l was

-Do me a favor, Devin?

-Yeah. What you need?

-Throw that away.

Thanks, Devin.

lt's - It's Kevin.

-What's up, baby?

-Hey, how you doing?

Get in the car, baby.

-Come on, girl.

She gave you doo-doo.

You were supposed to get

the number, not doo-doo.

What's up, now?

Why they keep looking at us like that?

Your baby cousins?

They, like, the same size. That's so cute.

K-Ci and JoJo. Hey, man, you can't

get no girl in no Foot Locker shirt.

Ooh, yeah

Hey.

Go make the 'hood look good.

Hey, l wear size 12.

See, man, she likes this corny-ass Giovanni.

This corny ass.

Dog, there go Lorenzo.

-Don't even look at him. Just keep walking.

All right.

Ain't no thing, we got places to go.

Get your b*tch ass over here, slim.

And bring Mr. Foot Locker with you.

-l think he saw me.

-Because you looked at him.

Y'all don't have to go over there.

-Come on, man.

Damn.

What's up, Lorenzo?

How was your vacation?

They got cell phones in prison now.

You should've hit me up.

You know what l'd do to

a b*tch like you in my ''cellie''?

Huh?

Huh?

l'll make you snuggle up with me

at night.

And l'll squeeze you.

l squeeze you.

l squeeze you.

And l squeeze you!

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