1. Ladies and gentlemen, the most
exciting stage show you've ever seen!
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2. Appearing live! It's Doug E Fresh
and the Get Fresh Crew!
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3. Now, fellas, this is kind of
the condensed rough cut, OK?
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4. It's very rough.
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5. I know you guys are pressed for time
with the big show, yippee, coming up.
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6. But what I need here is your input.
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7. Shut the fuck up and start this shit!
My woman's waitin' for me.
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8. - Yeah.
- OK, here we go. It's rough.
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9. Don't be touchin' me, man, OK?
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10. CB4! CB4!
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11. CB4! CB4! CB4!
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12. CB4! CB4! CB4!
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13. CB4! CB4! CB4!
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14. CB4! CB4! CB4!
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15. Motherfucker!
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16. CB4 in the motherfuckin' house. Yeah.
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17. Yeah, Gusto's in the motherfuckin' house
with my man, Dead Mike.
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18. We breakin' motherfuckers off 24-7.
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19. - Yo, Gusto.
- Check this shit out.
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20. They were the biggest
rap group in the world.
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21. They sold more records than Elvis
Presley and Coretta Scott King combined.
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22. They'll forever be known as
the world's most dangerous band,
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23. Cell Block 4.
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24. Yo, check this out. I'm hard-core.
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25. I had a lid on this game.
I had this sewed up, man.
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26. Then I heard these motherfuckers, CB4.
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27. These motherfuckers is real, G.
They show me their guns, G.
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28. What the fuck I'm supposed
to do now, man? Can't dance.
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29. Shit's fucked up.
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30. But I met 'em. Gusto stepped to me.
He said, "Yo, Ice. You down with CB4."
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31. I was blessed, man.
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32. If I had to choose one,
I'm Gusto all the way.
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33. It's those gold teeth that...
Something, I don' know.
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34. Gusto. Is that it?
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35. I saw Gusto one day.
We was at a park picnic.
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36. You know, he was with his family.
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37. I didn't wanna trip, you know, cos his
people was there. His pops was there.
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38. I didn't wanna trip. I just played
the background and kicked it.
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39. I'll catch him, you know,
at a swap meet or somethin'.
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40. Question, Flav.
How does CB4 fit into the world of rap?
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41. Let me tell you somethin'.
They don't fit, you know?
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42. They're kinda wack. Word up, G.
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43. Yo, man, they perpetrators, man. The
whole nine. They real fuckin' fake, kid.
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44. I think It's unfair that Cell Block 4
is being picked on...
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45. At other concerts where they have
rat heads, cat heads being bit off,
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46. spittin' in a cup and passing it around,
gettin' it back and drinkin' it...
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47. First of all, motherfucker need
to cut that long shit he got drippin'.
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48. All that shit, you know. Cut it down
my size or somethin', you know.
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49. The first time I heard
Sweat Of My Balls,
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50. I was naked with the first black woman
I've ever made love to.
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51. Ooh, kinky.
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52. How did that make you feel?
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53. There was actually sweat on my balls.
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54. Not everyone had the insight
to understand CB4's greatness.
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55. Cell Black 4? Excuse me, Cell Block 4
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56. has polluted the airwaves
of this nation for too long.
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57. Their record of incitement,
lewdness, poor grammar
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58. will see them jailed, banned
and with their feelings hurt.
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59. As you've probably gathered, this
is not just a movie about rap music.
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60. It's about much more.
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61. It's about this great nation of ours,
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62. and how it gives everybody
a chance to make it.
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63. It's about three ghetto kids' rise from
the mean streets to the sales sheets.
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64. - Excuse me.
- From the world's most notorious...
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65. Fellas, what are you doing?
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66. That must hurt. Give that back!
That's mine! I'm shooting...
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67. Oh, jeez!
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68. Fellas, guys, I'm sorry.
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69. That dumbhead editor!
He cut in the wrong take.
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70. A thousand apologies. I am so sorry.
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71. Why did we hire this other man
instead of the brother man?
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72. Because the other man is much cheaper
than the brother man.
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73. Guys, what I need,
what my documentary is missing
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74. is really quite simple.
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75. I need to know
who Cell Block 4 really is.
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76. I want to know how you guys think,
what you feel.
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77. What do you guys eat? I don't know that.
Do you like sandwiches, fondue?
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78. - How do you guys sleep at night?
- I'm outta here. You clown.
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79. - This motherfucker's bullshit.
- What did I say?
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80. Yo, chill.
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81. I'm gonna let him hang out
with me today, all right?
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82. Thanks. You're not gonna be sorry.
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83. OK, sorry.
Come on, Herb, grab your stuff.
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84. Corny ass motherfucker.
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85. Again, MC, I wanna thank you
for letting me hang with you today.
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86. It's gonna be fun. Look at that Jeep!
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87. Cool! I drive something sorta like that.
It's a big ol' Country Squire.
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88. It was my dad's car. It's sorta like it.
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89. What MC Gusto just did
was rip up a state-issued ticket
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90. which he has no plans of paying,
a natural act of defiance by rappers.
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91. He's putting in a new jam
for us to listen to and...
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92. Yo, White!
Chill on the blow-by-blow, all right?
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93. I'm sorry.
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94. I like this. Who is it?
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95. Gold, gold, gold.
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96. Another one goes gold.
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97. I got it.
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98. In Jones We Trust Productions.
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99. If you can't trust me,
you can't Trustus.
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100. You can trust
you're gonna be dead soon.
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101. And guess who's next? CB4.
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102. They ghost.
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103. That was great!
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104. Gusto, does the whole idea of CB4
getting together in just two days
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105. kind of fill you with high anxiety?
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106. Do you actually think a brother who
was rollin' and controllin' Cell Block 4
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107. is worried about rockin' the mic?
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108. Please!
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109. Must be one of my bitches. Hello.
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110. Hey, bitch, look in your
rear-view mirror, motherfucker.
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111. Shit!
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112. What's happening?
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113. - Want me to hold the wheel?
- Get close to the motherfucker.
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114. It's my first drive-by.
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115. We gotta go.
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116. Get up on 'em, man.
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117. - My fuckin' radio!
- Need some new jams, bitch!
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118. Ma! Ma!
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119. Cool turn!
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120. - Only a fool would follow me up here.
- Where are we going?
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121. Stop right here!
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122. - I'm crazy but I ain't no fool.
- I ain't no fool.
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123. Jeez, we got all shot up.
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124. There's only one word for
that kind of thing in my book. "Wild".
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125. You guys OK back there?
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126. MC, why were they shooting at us?
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127. Us? Us?
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128. They weren't shooting at us.
They were shootin' at me.
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129. I could've died today. It'd have gone
down as a simple-ass drive-by.
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130. - You know shit about Cell Block 4.
- No. That's not true.
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131. - I know you guys are...
- You got lots of tape?
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132. Good.
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133. Cos I'm gonna
let you in on something.
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134. OK, fine.
But keep it tight. I do the narrations.
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135. All my life
I wanted to be a rapper.
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136. About four years ago...
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137. - Turn that music down!
- Come on, Pops.
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138. - I already got it on one.
- Put it on negative one.
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139. Make us both happy and turn it off.
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140. I like this music. I like what
it's about. I like the way it sounds.
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141. Albie, I don't understand
this gangster-rap attitude
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142. you're so fascinated with.
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143. Why don't we listen to Lenny Kravitz?
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144. It's just music. You act
as if I was plannin' a drive-by.
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145. I'm gonna drive by and whip your ass
if you don't turn that music down.
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146. Why ain't you in school?
How come you home?
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147. - It's Saturday, Pops.
- So, go look at a school.
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148. Don't waste electricity
on that rap mess.
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149. - But Pop!
- Don't "but" me.
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150. I'll beat your ass in front of
your woman. No rap in my house.
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151. In our day, they sang.
That rap ain't nothin' but talkin'.
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152. It won't never last!
Remember black-and-white TV? Gone!
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153. Remember eight-tracks? Gone!
Betamax? Gone.
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154. - Look, Wackee Dee and Sun Shine.
- Oh, no!
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155. Albertina, Alberta!
Come on in here now.
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156. - Look.
- Ooh, that boy sure can dance.
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157. Come on, dance with me, baby.
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158. As you can see, my loved ones
really respected my musical taste.
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159. Was Stab Master Arson
also middle class?
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160. Well, Otis came from
a different environment altogether.
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161. Come on in, Albert.
We're just finishing dinner.
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162. I knew I should've came earlier.
How are you?
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163. - OK.
- Look, it's Albert! Hi, Albert!
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164. What's up, Tashana,
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165. Tawana, Tamika, Talona and Tee Tee?
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166. Hi, Albert.
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167. - What's up, O?
- What up, bro?
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168. - How long is Otis gonna be out?
- 'Bout 11.00.
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169. - He gotta help me with my homework.
- And relax my hair.
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170. - And play me in Nintendo.
- And sew me a new dress.
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171. - And program my computer.
- Check this out.
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172. Get outta here.
We got stuff to do.
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173. - Bye, Mom.
- Bye, Otis!
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174. Leave my sisters alone.
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175. Otis, you are the man of the house.
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176. I gotta be, with all those sisters.
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177. Don't worry. Tonight we're gonna have
crazy fun! Let's pick up Rip.
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178. Rip is sick.
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179. - You see the new En Vogue video?
- Cindy is fine!
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180. Cindy's fine but she's not the one.
Teri's the one.
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181. - Then Cindy's the other one, man.
- She got them eyes!
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182. I wanna suck her like a neck bone.
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183. I wanna suck this like a neck bone.
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184. Correction. I wanna suck her
like a smoked neck bone.
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185. Euripides Smalls
was Dead Mike's real name.
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186. Rip came from a broken home which meant
he hustled for every dollar he made.
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187. Ooh, a hustler.
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188. A job's a job, a cheque's a cheque.
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189. OK, call again. Thank you.
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190. Hello, 976-FART. You fart, we smell it.
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191. I feel so slippery.
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192. 976-SEXY
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193. - Yo, I wanna...
- Man, let's get out of here.
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194. Here it comes.
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195. Ooh, yeah! Here it comes.
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196. Yeah, give it to me,
baby. Come on, give it all to me, baby.
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197. - Yeah, babyl
- Yeah, baby. Here it comes.
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198. Fuck you! Kiss my ass, motherfucker.
Kiss my fuckin' ass.
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199. Thank you. Call again.
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200. Excuse me. Could you tell me
where I might find Euripides Smalls?
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201. - Right down there.
- Thanks a lot.
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202. 976-DISS.
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203. You're so soft and tender.
I love it when you call.
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204. It's lovely.
All right, till tomorrow.
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205. - What's up, kid?
- You almost ready?
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206. Yo, this job is nasty!
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207. Yeah, I'm lickin' your balls.
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208. Best balls I ever had.
You got King Kong balls.
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209. Your balls is so large...
Just big balls, I don't care.
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210. Peace! I hate this job.
This ain't no job for no black man!
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211. Yo, let's go down
to Gusto's, all right?
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212. We got some problems to lick.
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213. If you ask me,
George Jefferson was a sell-out.
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214. He thought success
was livin' in a white man's buildin'
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215. and disrespectin'
his African-American employees.
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216. No, you don't understand.
The cool thing about George Jefferson
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217. was he hated every white person he met,
unless they had a cheque for him.
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218. Tom Willis come over,
the door slammed in his face.
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219. But soon as somebody had a cheque for
him, "Hey, Weezie, fix him up a plate."
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220. - Ain't I right, Otis?
- Yeah, right and tight.
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221. That's a real role model to me.
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222. - Do you got the tape?
- Yeah, but I'm Run.
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223. - I'm DMC.
- Why can't I be DMC?
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224. - Cos you Jam Master Jay.
- I'm always Jam Master.
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225. Me and you will do DMC together,
is that all right with you?
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226. - All right.
- Cool.
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227. - Fix that tape, man!
- I'm sorry.
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228. We was jamming, man.
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229. - We was jamming!
- Damn!
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230. Now, we were already a rap group,
but we had no direction.
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231. - Every week we'd go down to Gusto's...
- No. Excuse me.
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232. Now you've got me completely scrambled
up here. I thought you were Gusto.
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233. Chill. You'll understand
everything in a minute.
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234. Every week we go to Gusto's
and check out open mic nights.
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235. It was all right.
First we were the Mad Bohemians.
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236. Then we did a thing
called The Bag Heads.
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237. Then we did a thing called
The Overweight Lovers.
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238. You know, I look back
at that time as sort of paying dues.
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239. We met people at Gusto's
who would forever change our lives.
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240. Brothers, my name is Baa Baa Ack.
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241. I carry the message to the black man
with me wherever I go.
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242. I got my message right here, black man.
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243. We don't need that back-to-Egypt shit.
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244. But between these pages lies the key
to the salvation of the race.
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245. Me myself, I am building a boat to carry
the sun people back to Africa.
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246. If you get with the programmprograme,
you can get on the boat.
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247. You should stop by for additional
spiritual instruction.
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248. Thanks, brother. I'll do that, man.
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249. My proud black warrior,
the book costs $14.95 plus sales tax.
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250. Come on, brother! How come this
black power shit costs so much money?
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251. The revolution must be marketed.
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252. You're wastin' good money.
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253. I'm investing in my spirituality.
You need to do the same.
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254. The only thing I need
to invest in is getting paid.
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255. Shit!
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256. What's up, sweetness?
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257. Hi. I'm Sissy.
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258. S-S-S-S...
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259. The one and only.
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260. I done heard your name
on the lips of many rappers.
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261. That's how I like it.
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262. - Like what?
- Me on a lot of rappers' lips.
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263. I'm a businessman,
and this is a business.
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264. Hey, Trustus.
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265. Trustus! When you gonna let us book
Wackee Dee and Sun Shine in this joint?
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266. We got the hottest spot in all Locash.
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267. I have to admit
this is a wonderful place.
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268. But what you've got to remember
is Wackee Dee is more than a rapper.
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269. Wackee Dee is an entertainer.
Right, baby?
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270. Looky here, man. I plan on givin'
a big party in this place tomorrow.
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271. You understand?
And Wackee Dee is gonna be in the house.
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272. Give me a call tomorrow.
We can talk about it.
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273. Punk! All these record company punks
is a bunch of bitches.
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274. Bitches.
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275. Damn!
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276. I got my own personal photo gallery
of friends that I've met along the way.
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277. Oh, yeah?
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278. - Would you like to see?
- You know it.
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279. I like to photograph my friends
in a position to please.
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280. Vanilla Spice.
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281. If you know what I'm sayin'.
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282. Get large, and maybe I'll let you
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283. Maybe.
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284. Goddamn!
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285. - What you lookin' at, punk?
- Nothin'. I'm sorry.
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286. - What's your name, bitch?
- Albert. Albert Brown.
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287. Gusto, I just wanna say thanks a lot
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289. Yeah, baby.
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290. I gots to get up in that.
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291. Silly-ass bitch. She only go out with
rappers, entertainers, shit like that.
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292. She don't know
where to get the real big dick.
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293. Big dick.
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294. Excuse me, Gusto. If Wackee Dee plays
here, could we be the opening act?
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295. - You dismissed.
- Come on, man.
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296. - We're gettin' our shit together...
- When I say "go" you go.
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297. Yo, what's going on?
What's up, man?
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298. What, your posse
'spose to be deep now?
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299. Brother, you seem easily upset.
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300. Damn!
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301. - Shit.
- I should fuck you up!
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302. Damn.
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303. You better have some cash.
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304. Come on, look.
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305. Fellas, come here! Let me talk to you.
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306. Look, you guys can rap,
but you got nothin' I can sell.
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307. If you get it together, give me a call.
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308. - Where were we?
- What's up, baby?
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309. You know who that was?
That was Trustus Jones!
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310. Trustus Jones,
the motherfuckin' mogul of rap!
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311. That's fine. Maybe in the future,
we can tap that resource.
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312. Right now we got
a very serious problem.
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313. Gusto's is the only place in Locash that
showcases rap. We need to get back in.
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314. You gotta take your Slim-Fast ass
back in there and apologize.
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315. - I don't wanna go in there.
- C'mon, man.
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316. Now, man. C'mon.
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317. Bitch!
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318. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, all right?
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319. "Now, listen, motherfucker.
I'm runnin' shit."
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320. Nope. He'll kill me.
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321. "Gusto, you need us, baby."
Nope. He'll slap me.
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322. "Check this out. I'm here to kiss
your ass. Show me where to pucker up."
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323. He's gonna kill me.
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324. Hope this shit is better than last time.
My name's attached to this shit.
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325. - It's good.
- Yeah, it's good.
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326. 40 Dog, get on the door.
Show him the cash.
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327. That's enough for five birds.
Let's see 'em.
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328. - Hey, you got the time?
- Sure, 3.00.
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329. - No!
- Who the fuck is that?
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330. - Don't worry. That kid, Albert.
- What the fuck does he want?
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331. Probably just wanna kiss your ass!
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332. He is an ass-kissin' motherfucker.
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333. Ass-kickin' motherfucker!
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334. Hi, Mr 40 Dog.
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335. I was just wonderin'
if Gusto were around.
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336. Remember where it comes from,
who gets that kind of cash in Locash.
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337. - Gusto, how's it go?
- Freeze! Get down now!
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338. Freeze! Get down! Freeze!
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339. You too!
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340. - Well, happy birthday, Gusto.
- My birthday was last week.
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341. I wanted you to have
something to celebrate.
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342. - Fake-ass Bruce Willis.
- You can let him go.
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343. - He's OK.
- You set me up?
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344. - You set me up?
- I saw him talking to the cops.
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345. You dead, bitch. Better buy
a black dress for your mama.
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346. - Cell Block 4 is waiting.
- Ain't nothin' but brick and steel.
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347. That can't hold Gusto.
That can't hold Gusto!
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348. Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!
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349. Stay back!
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350. Let's go. Bring him out here.
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351. Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!
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352. I'm gonna get you, punk.
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353. Think it's over?
You embarrassed me like this?
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354. Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!
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355. Now, Gusto was no Nino Brown,
but he was large in Locash.
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356. When I heard them chant his name,
I figured he won't need it anytime soon.
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357. - Brother, I don't know, man.
- Listen to me.
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358. We take Gusto's image,
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359. Then we take stories from Gusto's life.
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360. - Get Trustus Jones to handle us.
- I ain't with it.
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361. - I'm the only one taking a real risk.
- How's that?
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362. Cos from now on
I'll be known as MC Gusto.
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363. We'll be Cell Block 4,
after the joint they threw Gusto in.
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364. You buggin'? You couldn't
pick a name besides that nigga Gusto?
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365. "Nigga"? You already
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366. No, cousin, I can't let you go
out like that. I'm not havin' it.
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367. - I say we vote on it, and I vote yes.
- I vote no three times.
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368. You only get one vote.
Otis, how you feel?
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369. Otis, you and I both
know it's suicide, man.
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370. Otis, what about Sissy?
Think about Sissy.
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371. I know you want to get in there. Sissy.
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372. That's it.
Assume the position, baby.
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373. I vote yes.
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374. - I wouldn't mind being large a minute.
- What you gonna do?
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375. It's crazy, crazy shit!
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376. Yo, listen. Excuse me, man.
Do you work in radio?
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377. - No, nigga.
- Wait a minute. An answering service?
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378. No, nigga.
Eat your big-ass biscuit.
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379. Hey, it don't have to be about all that.
It's your speaking voice.
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380. It's so... familiar.
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381. - Yeah.
- You brothers is all I got. I'm in!
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382. But I gotta tell you, if I get
something better to do, I'm steppin'.
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383. Nigga, please! We're gonna be so large,
make so much money, get so many girlies.
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384. By the time Gusto gets out of jail,
we'll be so large,
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385. we'll write him a cheque
and tell him to chill.
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386. We can't be so exploitive, now.
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387. - No question!
- Cousin!
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388. OK, guys, I love the image.
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389. But let me ask you one thing.
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390. Are you sure you wanna be Gusto? Why not
something like Ice Pick, Ice Coffee?
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391. - "Ice" is happening now.
- "Ice" my dick.
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392. We're Cell Block 4
and I'm Gusto.
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393. - Take it or leave it.
- All right, guys. Let's get started.
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394. So I want you to sign with us
and you want to sign with us.
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395. We want you to want to sign with us.
Let me ask you a couple of questions.
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396. - Do you cuss on your records?
- Yeah.
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397. - Do you defile women with your lyrics?
- Yeah.
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398. Do you...
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400. - Yeah.
- Whenever possible.
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401. Do you glorify violence
or advocate the use of guns
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402. as a way of solving a civil dispute?
OK, final question.
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403. Do you respect anything at all?
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404. Not a goddamn thing.
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405. You've got a deal!
Welcome to the family.
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406. Trustus Productions!
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407. Trustus. You can't trust me,
you can't Trustus.
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408. I love, I love it!
Gold, gold, gold!
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409. Cut! OK. Great.
Let's set up the next scene.
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410. Everybody can take a break.
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411. All right, dude!
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412. God, I just love that "I don't give
a damn" hip-hop attitude. It's so real.
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413. - Hey, excuse me.
- What's up, baby? How can I help you?
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414. I know you were hooked into the prison
seeing that you're from Cell Block 4.
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415. Yeah, I was runnin' shit up at CB4.
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416. I had a brother up at Folsom. He was
smoked by The Black Guerrilla Family.
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417. I'm sorry to hear that.
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418. You gotta help me get revenge.
They killed him on the toilet.
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419. They could've wiped his ass.
They didn't have to leave him like that!
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420. That's cold-blooded. They gots to pay.
They got to pay!
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421. They gots to pay.
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422. I read that part of it.
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423. Man, what's he doin' here?
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424. I would appreciate you givin' brother
Baa Baa Ack the respect due him.
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425. - He is givin' me spiritual instruction.
- You mean tax deduction.
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426. - Listen here, Albert!
- Don't call me Albert!
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427. - It's Gusto, got it?
- That's exactly my point.
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428. None of this is real, so we got
to stay grounded in reality.
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429. Nigga, please! Baa Baa Black Sheep is
about as fake as a bitch's hair weave.
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430. There they are. Dead Mike, MC Gusto!
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431. This is Eve Edwards of Source Magazine.
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432. - She's here to do a piece on the group.
- You're here to give the group a piece?
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433. - I gots to go first.
- Why you disrespect this sister?
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434. She just a groupie with a pen.
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435. A pen is all you have in
your pants, it's out of ink.
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436. - Watch it, ho!
- Ho?
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437. This is not Christmas,
you slender slice of sexist slime,
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438. and I am not a girlie, a videho,
a skeezer, a prop, a hoochie or a stunt.
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439. And most certainly not a ho. Comprende?
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440. Princess is no joke!
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441. - Thank you, Euripides.
- It's my pleasure, sister Edwards.
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442. No, please, call me Eve.
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443. - You know...
- I am not a groupie.
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444. I am a journalist.
I take no shorts and I do my research.
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445. I can do a nice puffy feature
that reports exactly what you tell me,
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446. or I can delve so deeply
into your background
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447. with an eye for every inconsistency,
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448. your mother would disavow
any knowledge of your birth.
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449. Now, which would you prefer, Albert?
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450. I love you.
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451. My ass was behind MC Hammer's head
in U Can't Touch This.
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452. - You can't touch this
- Who'd want to touch that?
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453. My left breast was prominently
featured in Eric B's last video.
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454. This video exposure is too come-and-go.
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455. What you need to do
is get yourself a Polaroid Instamatic.
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456. You see this watch?
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457. This is what the right picture
of the right man
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458. doin' the wrong thing can get you.
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459. And on that note,
we gotta go, gotta go.
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460. Yeah, we work for a livin'.
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461. You gonna keep workin',
the rate you goin'.
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462. It's fine and dandy to go out with these
guys and to drive around in their car,
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463. and have them take you
to an expensive restaurant.
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464. But if all you get out of it
is a fuck, then you's a ho.
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465. But you get yourself
a fabulous motor vehicle,
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466. a fine house and can afford
to pay for your own meals,
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467. then you are a businesswoman.
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468. Run your black ass back to the
projects and get your government cheque.
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469. Take that monkey-ass, Shaka Zulu-lookin'
bitch with you, you hip-hop hos.
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470. - You look a little lost, darlin'.
- I guess I am lost.
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471. I'm looking for Albert, Albert Brown.
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472. - Who?
- I mean MC Gusto.
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473. Oh, you're here for him?
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474. Yeah, he's kinda cute.
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475. Not enough man meat on him for me.
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476. I hurt small guys like that.
Small men drown in my shit.
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477. Look, honey, I hope you get your man.
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478. Or get you some sense and
leave them small men alone.
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479. What's happenin'?
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480. Comin' through.
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481. Straight Outta Locash
made us large
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482. and I knew what we were
doin' wasn't totally right,
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483. but it was definitely time to get paid.
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484. Hey. Welcome to
Weird Warren's V-V-V... Video Countdown.
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485. Homeboys, homegirls,
ain't no need to be lax
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486. cos you got
Weird Warren workin' wax.
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487. Of course, CD stacks and video tracks.
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488. CB4 is one of the hottest hip-hop groups
to hit the scene in a long time.
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489. They come not out of Compton,
not out of Oaktown,
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490. but out of a small town called Locash.
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491. If you're in Sacramento,
they roll into your town next week.
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492. Now, let's bust
Straight Outta Locash with CB4
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493. on Weird Warren's V-V-V-V...
Video Countdown.
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494. Hey, Dad, CB4!
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495. Billings, I've got
all this paper in front of me.
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496. Charts, graphs, the works.
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497. What's the bottom line?
Am I gonna win?
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498. Of course you're gonna win
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499. But your only hope is to
create some kind of media event.
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500. - Daddy!
- A media event? What do you mean?
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501. Dad! Daddy! Hello! This is CB4.
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502. Ben! It's just my kid.
Go ahead.
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503. Stop playin' me like a sucker.
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504. I want my CB4, you hear me?
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505. I might have something.
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506. Yo, this is MC Gusto of Cell Block 4.
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507. Tonight we're performing
at the Jackson Theatre.
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508. Those motherfuckers!
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509. Look at this punk! He's walkin'
like me. He's tryin' to be me!
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510. I didn't know you do rap records, Gusto!
That's bad, man.
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511. That ain't him.
Stop bein' ignorant.
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512. Bust a little rhyme for me, man.
Come on! Go, go!
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513. Look, man, there's only one Gusto
and he ain't no rapper!
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514. That was a brand-new single
from Cell Block 4,
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515. CB4 for those who know,
from their album Straight Outta Locash.
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516. Why don't you holler at my
WWWW listeners? Give 'em a holler.
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517. Yo, what's up to the hard core?
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518. Peace to all the Nubians filled
with the new black consciousness.
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519. Yeah, the darker the berry,
the sweeter the juice.
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520. I'm lovin' this.
Why don't we go to the phone lines,
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521. talk to some brothers, let them
get to know you straight up in person?
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522. We got Susan from Gardena.
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523. Why don't you holler at CB4?
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524. This question's for Dead Mike.
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525. I was reading Right On.
Your birthday's comin' up.
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526. I was wondering,
what's your favorite dessert?
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527. Sister, my sister.
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528. It is uplifting to know
that a sister such as yourself
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529. still takes pride in her race.
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530. It's ice cream. Did you know
a black man invented ice cream?
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531. No, no! How the hell a black man gonna
invent ice cream in hot-ass Africa?
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532. - Tell me that.
- Ice cream, Africa.
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533. That's a great concept, guys.
I'm liking that. Next call.
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534. OK, I got a question
for this so-called Gusto.
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535. If you set someone up
for the police then stole his name,
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536. didn't even say "excuse me",
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537. wouldn't you expect the injured party
to bust out of jail, hunt you down
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538. - and beat you like the dog you are?
- Nah!
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539. The chickens have come home to roost.
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540. Open C block, comin' up.
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541. - Hey, baby.
- Single file, girls.
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542. Walk.
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543. Girls.
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544. What are you doin'?
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545. I'm gettin' us outta here. Be quiet!
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546. - I'm in this one.
- You gonna have to go!
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547. Get in there.
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548. Man, you crazy with that
"I don't eat pork" shit.
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549. Personally, I'll eat a pig's ass
if they cook it right.
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550. Beloved, it's against
everything I now believe.
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551. You see, pork is the white man,
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552. and the white man is pork.
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553. If you spell "white man" backwards
what does it spell? Pork!
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554. If you can't see that,
they've got you brainwashed, brother.
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555. I must be brainwashed then.
You mean to tell me
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556. if you was thrown outta your apartment
and a pig offered to pay your rent,
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557. - you wouldn't take the money?
- No.
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558. Shit. I'd be
a-money takin' from a pig.
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559. That's the difference
between you and me.
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560. I got a place
and you live with your mother.
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561. Would you stop it? Albert!
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562. - Just a sip.
- I'm gonna smack you.
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563. Shit. More for me then.
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564. Albert, I don't like this scene.
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565. I definitely don't like
what's happening to you.
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566. Just because I got a little bit of cash,
why does everybody gotta start buggin'?
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567. No, no. We are not bugging.
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568. It's you who better take a look
in the mirror, Mr MC Gusto.
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569. You are not the sensitive man
you used to be.
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570. Daliha!
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571. Give it to me! Albert!
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572. That girl is too wholesome.
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573. She's messin' with our program.
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574. Sissy, I want you to get in as many
pictures as possible with MC Gusto,
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575. kissin' him, huggin' him, whatever.
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576. - I planned on doin' that anyway.
- No, no, baby,
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577. I mean, with a
professional photographer.
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578. You should be what
Cell Block 4's all about.
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579. If I could just add
a personal note at this point.
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580. This was the year
when I first discovered CB4.
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581. Well, you three have been
inside my head ever since.
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582. - That's my personal thank you.
- You're very welcome.
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583. I only wish everyone
felt that way.
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584. The home is the most important
institution in American life.
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585. It's our castle in a world
of demons and dragons.
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586. Since the mysterious
death of my wife,
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587. my son Ben and I had
bonded together in our home.
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588. I say "had"
because through rap music,
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589. evil influences invaded our castle,
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590. representatives of a demon culture
that must be stopped at all costs!
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591. Any person who'd
defile America's pastime
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592. by wearing a baseball cap backwards,
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593. well, that's an evil
that speaks for itself.
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594. See! See how those demons
have poisoned my seed!
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595. Ben! Ben!
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596. Ben!
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597. Ben! Come here, son!
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598. To some people, these fools
out here could be a problem.
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599. Bad for the image,
bad for sales.
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600. But you, brothers,
have created something so nasty,
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601. so vile, that the iller you get,
the better off we are.
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602. - Now go out there and have a good time.
- No problem.
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603. By the way,
I almost forgot to tell you.
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604. Gusto escaped from prison.
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605. He has vowed to dismember
everybody in the group.
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606. Knock 'em dead.
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607. Get back! Get back!
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608. Trustus? Trustus, hi.
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609. - Hi, Eve. I love the piece you did.
- You should thank Dead Mike.
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610. You aware they might be
arrested for indecency tonight?
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611. Cell Block 4 is not afraid to go
to jail. Cell Block 4 is from jail!
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612. It would be like sendin' 'em home!
Sissy? Baby, where are ya?
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613. There you are.
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614. Can I have your autograph?
Yeah, yeah, little kiddie.
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615. Stab Master, CB4.
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616. - Keep it as a souvenir.
- Thanks.
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617. - Let's go, baby.
- Come on, Dad. It's only an...
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618. Hey, hey, wait. Who is this?
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619. - She looks too cute to be your woman.
- Remember what time it is!
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620. - She's my cousin, my cousin.
- What?
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621. Are you OK?
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622. Man, look at this funky asshole.
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623. That bitch wouldn't give me the time
of day because I wasn't an entertainer,
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624. because I wasn't a star.
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625. Don't the bitch know that
we're the motherfuckin' stars?
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626. That's all right.
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627. Because now I'm gonna get
paid off from them. You know how?
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628. Pimp 'em like
the bitches that they are.
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629. Pimp them motherfuckin' hos.
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630. With Daliha out of the picture,
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631. I decided to see what Sissy
was all about.
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632. The only problem was, so did Dead Mike.
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633. Come to big daddy.
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634. I ain't goin' down there.
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635. Shit.
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636. CB4, where you at?
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637. CB4, where you at?
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638. Yo, we livin' crazy large.
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639. We got the girls,
we got the money, we got the gold.
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640. And we're one spot behind Wackee Dee.
Takin' out all that rap.
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641. - I'm glad you happy, cos I'm not.
- Man, what's your beef?
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642. All this gangster mess, man.
People protestin'. That ain't for me.
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643. I like the music.
I like the fly-ass girlies.
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644. I also like when I help
my sisters around the house.
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645. One nigga wants to be Malcolm X,
the other wants to be Richie Cunningham.
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646. Yo, the devil's in full effect.
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647. Hey, there's nothin'
to worry about. Trust me.
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648. In my role as head of the Sacramento
City Council's Board of Decency,
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649. I, Virgil Robinson,
am here to inform you that:
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650. "Under penalty of arrest
you cannot touch your genitalia.
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651. The word 'ho' can only be used
in reference to a garden tool.
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652. The word 'bitch' may only be used
when describing female dogs,
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653. and then only when in heat.
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654. The word 'blow job' can only
be used in describing a job
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655. blowing up balloons
or children's animals."
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656. Do I make myself clear?
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657. And under no circumstances,
are you to perform Sweat...
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658. Sweat Of My Balls tonight.
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659. CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?
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660. CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?
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661. CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?
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662. On the motherfuckin' stage!
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663. CB is here! CB4! Where ya at?
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664. CB4, where ya at?
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665. CB4, where ya at, motherfuckers?
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666. MC Gusto, Dead Mike,
Stab Master Arson,
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667. you all have been sentenced
by the government of the USA
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668. to poverty, ignorance
and imprisonment in Cell Block 4!
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669. Yeah! CB4 is in the motherfuckin' house!
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670. Jump, jump, jump, jump!
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671. Say CB4! Say CB4!
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672. Say CB4! Say CB4! Yo, yo!
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673. Do that shit, do that shit, do it!
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674. Yeah, yeah, say do that shit,
do that shit, do it!
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675. It goes something like this! Jump!
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676. Jump, jump, jump!
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677. Jump, jump, jump!
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678. Jump, jump, jump!
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679. Yo, give me this right now!
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680. What are they doin'?
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681. They're goin' to jail!
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682. Didn't anybody tell you
this is a free country!
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683. - Get 'em!
- ♪ Sweat from my biggedy-balls...
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684. - Hey!
- What the fuck!
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685. Get the fuck off me, man!
Get the fuck off me.
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686. - Get off me!
- Get 'em outta here!
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687. Get off!
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688. Get the fuck off me.
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689. Party over here!
Just wave your hands in the air!
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690. And party like you just don't care!
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691. Answer me this.
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692. How come a rock group can bite
the head off a pigeon, nothin' happen?
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693. I'm gettin' ready to go to jail
for a song about the sweat of my balls.
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694. You'll be happy to know,
Mr A White
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695. that Cell Block 4 actually
did spend the night in jail.
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696. You guys CB4?
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697. Watch, check this out.
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698. I'm MC Gusto.
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699. But in prison
I'm known as 9-7-dash-K-Y
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700. L-M-N-O-P-dash-14
to the third power.
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701. Now, I may be in here
for malicious acts,
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702. I do have a sensitive side.
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703. So I'd like to read you
a poem. It's called
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704. - "I didn't do it".
- My man got a poem.
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705. "Just because I had the cash
doesn't mean I killed his ass.
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706. I didn't do it.
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707. Just because
the blood was in my hand
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708. doesn't mean I stabbed the man.
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709. I didn't do it."
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710. All right, all right!
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711. Welcome to the post-arrest conference
for the world's most dangerous band,
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712. CB4!
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713. - Yeah, they couldn't keep us in!
- All right, first question.
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714. My name is Malik from the
Tan City Sun and I'd like to know
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715. what you so-called brothers are doing
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716. to uplift the community
in economic terms.
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717. Man, I'm tired of these
black questions, man.
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718. Ask Michael J Fox
what he's doin' for the yuppies?
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719. Ask Sylvester Stallone
what he's doin' for the Italians?
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720. Brother, I'd like it to be known that I
am reinvesting in the black community.
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721. I am opening a chain
of beeper supply stores
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722. in Locash that will employ only
our disenfranchised black youth.
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723. MC Gusto,
my African-American women readers
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724. would like to know why
you refer to women as bitches.
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725. Yo, women, bitches, hos...
people with pussies.
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726. I love the pussy people.
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727. - Pussy for everybody.
- Yeah, pussies!
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728. - Know what I'm sayin'?
- I do not
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729. and neither would anyone with
respect for the English language.
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730. - Next question.
- Excuse me.
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731. In protest of our arrest
by the powers that be,
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732. we will answer no questions
from the white media!
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733. - Let's go.
- Press conference over!
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734. Well, that's the story so far.
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735. This is just incredible. It's amazing.
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736. Well, to use your words,
it's "all that".
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737. - It's gonna make a great video.
- I wouldn't unload my camera just yet.
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738. I still gotta deal with Gusto.
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739. - Later.
- All right.
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740. This bitch is really from the ghetto.
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741. Don't look like the ghetto to me, boss.
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742. "The smallest dog in
the world is the Chihuahua.
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743. It is named for a city in Mexico
where it became popular."
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744. Shut up, girl. You just think
you so smart cos you can read.
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745. Hey, baby!
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746. Give your grandma a big kiss!
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747. - So how you doin', Grandma?
- How you doin'?
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748. I heard you just broke out of the joint.
I didn't even know you was in there.
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749. It was just an overnight thing.
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750. Is the conjugal room still green?
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751. I wouldn't know about that.
It was just overnight.
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752. Mmm, you oughta know.
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753. - Hi, D.
- Hey, Albert. How was jail?
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754. Look, Daliha, that whole
cousin thing, I was wrong.
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755. I would never try
to hurt you, D. I love you.
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756. Look, I got you somethin'.
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757. Great. I'm sure that
Sissy girl would love these.
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758. Hey, there's a party inside.
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759. Your mother may have
time for a party, but me,
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760. - I got bills to pay.
- Why don't you take this to a carwash?
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761. We don't have money to take
the car to the carwash
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762. every time it gets a little smudge.
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763. We ain't all big-time
rap stars like you.
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764. Son, what's on your mind?
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765. I work to get us
into a nice house like this,
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766. and you pretend to be a crook.
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767. - What, you ashamed of me?
- No.
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768. Why you go runnin' around
with gold-tooth, greasy-ass hair,
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769. holdin' your Johnson like it's the
only one God created? You ain't tough.
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770. There are some real kids out there
who are gonna kick your narrow ass!
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771. You ain't from the street.
I'm from the street!
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772. And only somebody who wasn't
would think it was something to glorify!
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773. That's a pretty little thing.
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774. This bitch got all the bitches.
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775. We was just readin'
about you, bitch!
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776. You know, your Ready-Rooter, funky-ass
truck-driving father was right.
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777. You ought to be ashamed of
yourself taking advantage of me.
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778. Gusto?
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779. Boy, I'm three generations
deep in gangsterdom.
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780. Three generations!
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781. Albert, are you in there?
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782. And your woman?
She's real fine, you know.
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783. I'd like to fuck her froggy style.
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784. - What did you say?
- I'll be out in a while.
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785. OK.
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786. - Tryin' to protect that ass?
- Protect that ass!
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787. - Welcome to the terrordome, bitch.
- Terrordome, bitch.
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788. What are you gonna do?
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789. - You want to be a gangster, right?
- Gangster.
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790. Come on, get out the car.
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791. Y'all know the routine.
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792. Y'all know the routine. Yeah!
Get them goddamn clothes off!
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793. Do what he says.
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794. Mister, yo! Put your clothes back on!
CB4 is in the house!
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795. CB4! You know what I'm sayin'?
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796. - Get on the ground!
- Don't shoot us.
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797. Stay on the goddamn ground!
You, get out there, man!
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798. Get over there, man, get over there.
Get on the ground, move.
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799. Yeah, CB4 is in the house.
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800. CB4!
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801. It's me, Dead Mike, you know...
Nubian man
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802. And right behind me, I got my DJ
Stab Master Arson on the cash register.
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803. And over here, I got my
favorite Nubian man, MC Gusto.
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804. - Give 'em a shout-out
- I didn't wanna...
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805. We're tired of bein' simple-ass rappers.
We livin'our lyrics
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806. - We livin' it!
- Get back, motherfucker.
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807. Evidence! Get over here.
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808. And just remember, CB4!
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809. - You got it!
- MC Gusto.
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810. - Stab Master Arson. Dead Mike.
- Give me that!
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811. We ain't rappin',
we straight up jackin'! Understand?
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812. - CB4, they're finally real gangsters.
- Real gangsters.
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813. You see this right here?
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814. You break up the group tomorrow.
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815. Or else, it's goin' to everybody, MTV,
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816. the police department, Connie Chung.
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817. Shut up, man.
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818. Now CB4 is over or you're dead.
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819. 40 Dog, get rid of this trash, man.
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820. Punk!
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821. I'm callin' this private,
emergency meeting.
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822. I've had it with how sloppy
you two have become.
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823. - What you talkin' about?
- Shut up.
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824. You don't say the words
the way you're supposed to.
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825. You're too spiritual
to rock the crowd.
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826. And Otis, you used to be
the coolest virgin in the world.
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827. But now that you got a little pussy,
your mixing has fallen the fuck off.
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828. Gusto broke out of jail, but that
ain't no reason for you to be buggin.
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829. - Shit.
- I'm not buggin'.
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830. I called this private meetin'
and look what happened!
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831. Hey, brothers, calm down.
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832. - You ain't fuckin' up on purpose?
- What?
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833. You and Bubba Ack wanna go solo.
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834. But damn, nigga, don't sabotage CB4.
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835. Don't be so selfish, man.
You wanna step off, step the fuck off!
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836. I don't know why you want me
to knock you out, but so be it!
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837. - What you want, man?
- Yo, you're fired!
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838. You can't fire me.
Vote me out like I was voted in!
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839. Otis, throw his ass out!
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840. - Fuck this.
- Otis?
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841. All I wanted to do was make music
and hang out with women.
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842. When y'all get your
shit straight, come see me.
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843. That's it! Cell Block 4 is through.
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844. You're free to buy
that fool his boat back to Africa.
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845. You did this on purpose, didn't ya?
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846. I'm outta here, man.
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847. Here we go again. Weird Warren's
Video V-V-V-V-Video Countdown.
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848. Word on the street
is CB4, null and void?
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849. MC Gusto spotted in a record store,
armed robbery? What?
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850. This hasn't stopped the rest of the
group from doin' their own thing.
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851. My main man, Dead Mike, solo tip
in his most personal recording yet.
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852. Cell Block 4's DJ, Stab Master Arson,
says, "Bang, I got my own thing."
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853. He's callin' his group
Silent But Deadly.
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854. Uhh.
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855. - What you up to, Albert?
- Nothin'.
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856. That's what I thought.
How come you're not workin'?
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857. Toaster's workin'. The VCR's workin'.
How come you're not?
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858. - Almost liked it when you rapped.
- Pop, I'm in trouble.
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859. You were in trouble when you decided
being Albert Brown wasn't good enough.
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860. Pop, I'm tired of this MC Gusto thing.
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861. I'm scared. It's over. It's over!
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862. Son, that's the best thing
you've said in a long time.
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863. My life was messed up.
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864. I turned into a monster.
I'd lost my friends.
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865. I'm usin' the word "nigga"
like it's my last name.
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866. Walkin'around callin' women
bitches and hos. That's not right.
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867. My mother won't even speak to me.
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868. Nothing's goin' right, nothin'.
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869. Nah.
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870. Hey, Queen Latifah.
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871. Go on, girl.
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872. Man, those were the days.
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873. I remember all those groups.
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874. NWA, Ice Cube,
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875. CB4.
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876. Was the lead guy's name Gusto?
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877. - Yes!
- Shit! That nigga was a perpetrator!
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878. Gusto and his whole crew
weren't real gangster rappers.
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879. They was as soft as a wet baby's ass.
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880. They're straight-up fakes.
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881. They damn sure weren't no Wackee Dee!
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882. Yeah, boyee!
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883. - Yeah?
- It's me, man, Rip.
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884. Man, I thought
you'd be in Africa by now.
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885. Cousin, this ain't no time to argue.
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886. Trustus is dead.
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887. What? What happened?
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888. Gusto bagged him
eatin' dinner with Sissy.
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889. He shot him?
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890. Hey! Who knows the Heimlich maneuver?
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891. - Here, I do.
- No, no, no.
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892. You're not doin' it right.
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893. That's not it. Here, let me try.
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894. - Is he all right?
- He don't look so good.
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895. Trustus.
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896. Thought you got away?
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897. Now you're layin' dead.
But we ain't settled this yet, right?
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898. Where's my money, motherfucker?
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899. Where's my money, motherfucker?
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900. I want my money.
Funeral or no, I want my money!
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901. If I have to give you mouth-to-mouth and
revive your black ass, I want my money!
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902. Hey, look, we need to
go outside and talk. All right?
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903. Look, I'm sorry about
everything that happened.
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904. I shouldn't have let
Gusto scare me like that.
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905. I think it's time we got back together.
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906. It's cool with me, Al.
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907. What about you, Rip?
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908. Brothers...
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909. let the past be in the past, man.
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910. All right, it's about time
for CB4 to head back to the stage.
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911. We have to do this for Trustus.
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912. We gotta let people
know that CB4 is for real.
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913. I'm with that, but what
we gonna do about Gusto?
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914. Trustus is laying in there
because of this clown.
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915. - We gonna let him get away with that?
- Don't worry. We're gonna get Gusto
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916. and we're gonna get back on stage.
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917. Now, listen to this.
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918. What we have to do...
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919. Yo, when I get finished
with those CB4 kids,
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920. they gonna be CB0.
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921. Yo, hurry up back, man.
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922. - Yeah, who this?
- Hi, Gusto.
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923. This is Sissy.
You remember Sissy, don't you?
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924. How could I forget
the bitch that ditched me?
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925. Well, that was then
and this is now.
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926. And if you're ready
for something really special,
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927. why don't you meet me
at the Honeyroll Hotel
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928. on Locash Boulevard in an hour?
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929. So you're finally ready
for the big dick, huh?
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930. So, you know,
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931. I've been waiting for this
moment for a real long time.
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932. I just love hearin' about anything...
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933. long.
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934. You know, I got
a little present for you, babe.
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935. - Yeah?
- It's right over here.
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936. Check it out. Got my Jimmy hat.
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937. Oh, my.
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938. Yeah, nice and large,
baby, just like me.
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939. Nah, baby, you better try this one.
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940. Jokes. Enough with this foreplay.
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941. - I'm gonna get busy, baby.
- Hey, wait a minute.
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942. - What's up?
- Why don't you let me
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943. slip into something
a little more comfortable?
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944. Slip into something
more comfortable?
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945. Bitch, what could be more comfortable
than what you already got on?
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946. Don't worry.
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947. You won't be disappointed.
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948. Damn, bitch.
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949. You know, you been talkin'
a lot of shit lately.
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950. I sure hope you ready for this, baby.
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951. Oh, yeah, baby. I'm real ready.
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952. Oh, yeah!
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953. Yeah, I'm ready.
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954. I'm gonna get some pussy.
I'm gonna get some pussy.
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955. Yeah!
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956. Come on, sugar dumplin'.
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957. - Daddy's waitin' for ya.
- Turn the lights down, baby.
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958. You don't like to watch.
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959. I'll turn it down for ya.
Come on now.
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960. Now get down on your hands and knees.
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961. My hands and knees?
You're gonna make things difficult, huh?
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962. OK, I'll get down on my hands
and knees. I'll play your little game.
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963. - Now, crawl over here.
- I don't mind crawlin'.
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964. - I don't mind beggin' either, baby.
- Assume the position.
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965. I'll assume the position,
I assume we're gettin' ready to fuck.
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966. Damn, bitch! You!
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967. - What are you doin'?
- Who's the bitch?
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968. - Damn you, bitch.
- Get up!
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969. - Come on!
- I was the biggest man in Locash.
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970. So, you call yourself a man?
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971. You gonna pay. You gots to pay.
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972. - Shit!
- Don't even try it.
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973. Freeze!
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974. Man, not again.
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975. We got your gangster ass now, don't we?
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976. Tiger drawers wearin' motherfucker.
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977. Fuck you, man.
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978. Get out!
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979. Shut up!
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980. Oooh!
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981. Nah!
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982. Well, we're backstage at Gusto's.
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983. You can really feel
the electricity here.
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984. We're anxiously anticipating
the big CB4 reunion show
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985. which is about
to start any moment now.
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986. The fellows are
putting the final touches
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987. on their make-up, mascara, pancake...
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988. - Small world!
- They're comin' out.
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989. - Yeah!
- All right, fellows. OK, hi.
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990. Well, this is it. What are you guys
gonna do after the show, huh?
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991. Yo, me myself,
I'm gettin' my sisters a maid.
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992. What's up, girls?
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993. Yeah, and I'm gonna open up my own line
of personal Nubian hygiene products,
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994. featuring deodorant because the
black man has a different kind of funk!
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995. - Understand?
- That's true. Very distinctive funk.
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996. I'm goin' down to South America.
I'm takin' a search party.
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997. I'm gonna find Kurtis Blow. I know
you're out there. I'm comin' to get ya!
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998. But serious, I'm just
gonna be plain old Albert.
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999. Stop! Come on.
Stop hittin' me, man.
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1000. Come on, no accordion.
Stop, stop!
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1001. OK, that sounds like fun too.
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1002. All right, get out there
and give 'em a hell of a show.
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1003. Ladies and gentlemen,
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1004. a round of applause for CB4.
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1005. Yo, yo, yo, yo!
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1006. We gettin' ready to take it
back to the old school!
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1007. Yo, what's up? This is Gusto
with the new Sayonara jeep.
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1008. It's got an engine that defines dope.
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1009. You just snap this baby
into your glove compartment,
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1010. and you're good to go.
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1011. So you're sayin', yo, Gusto,
what's under the hoodie?
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1012. Sayonara, it's all that!
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1013. Yo, what's up? This is a P-E-S-A,
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1014. Public Enemy Service Announcement.
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1015. They're tryin' to make
hard-core rap disappear.
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1016. Tryin' to make it final for the vinyl.
Sayin' it's time for the wax to relax.
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1017. A sticker here, a sticker there and now
we wear the sticker like a badge.
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1018. Now, what? Rap is synonymous with black.
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1019. Even our own don't realize rap
is even blacker than themselves.
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1020. To the whites who consider
themselves establishment,
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1021. they fear rap is the beginning
of cultural overthrow
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1022. in their very own households between
themselves and their kids. Uh-oh!
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1023. The next guy that moves
gets the same treatment.
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1024. Line up over there. This is a stickup.
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1025. - How much for a pack of gum?
- The gum is 50 cents.
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1026. - 50 cents? How much for a newspaper?
- 35 cents.
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1027. 35 cents? How about
I give you 15 cents
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1028. and you give me the good news?
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