Who Made The Potatoe Salad? Page #4

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I don't trust no nigga that don't smoke.

What, you a cop or something?

Hell, no. No, I'm good.

You're good?

You ain't good till you hit this.

- What do you coughing for?

- I got asthma.

- What kind of fool don't smoke?

- You know, I... Me.

- Me.

- I don't trust you, man.

Who this fool right here?

Now you stay leaned up,

in case the bullets scatter over there.

- What's going on? What's going on?

- Fool thinks he can just roll up on me?

- No, I'm planning to put in work.

- Relax, man.

Whoa! Whoa!

- What kind of work? What kind of work?

- Work, nigga, like punch the clock. Work.

June Bug, what's up,

pretty-eyed motherf***er?

It's T-Bone, nigga.

Sh*t, man. You better make it known

when you be walking up.

You almost got your cap peeled

completely backwards.

Whatever, nigga, we'd have been some

shooting motherfuckers around here.

- I'll be the shooting motherf***er here.

- No, we be some shooting motherfuckers

around here, nigga.

You know what I'm saying?

Okay, I'd have been the shooting

motherf***er first, though.

Whatever, man. You still coming

to the house later or what?

- Where y'all gonna be at?

- Be at my mom and them house.

Man, you know I love

your mama cooking, man.

She making that chitlin dip.

Hell, yeah,

you know I'm gonna be down there.

- Holler at me!

- June.

Hey, your mama still got them

.45s for sale?

- She ain't got no more.

- Damn.

- Put the gun down. Put the gun down!

- I'm putting it up, man. Be quiet.

Don't act so motherfucking scared

next time either.

- Hey.

- There they are.

Hey, Michael.

Did you guys have a good time?

- You could say that.

- Okay.

What happened to June Bug?

- June Bug is at T-Bone's.

- Not T-Bone.

- Well, you know what that mean.

- Degenerate.

Ashley, come help me

with the groceries, baby.

Thanks for bringing

in the groceries, Michael.

- T-Bone?

- Sorry.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Hey, Michael, come go with me.

I wanna show you something in the den.

Sure.

Oh, Jesus Christ. I have the hardest

goddamn time getting off this couch.

My wife put all this plastic. Oh, Jesus.

Sh*t. Goddamn hot mix.

Is this you and Huey?

Yeah, that's me and Huey

marching on City Hall.

That picture in the corner,

that's me and Eldridge.

- At a march?

- No. No.

In the Bahamas on a vacation.

Here you go. Drink up, young blood.

That's mother's milk, right there.

Oh, no. That's a man's drink, right there.

Look, young blood,

I brought you down here

'cause I wanna rap with you for a taste.

I dedicated 30 years of my life

to the Movement.

Fighting oppression

at the hands of a cold-blooded,

ruthless oppressor. You understand?

Back in the day,

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