:16:00
-I can't call it.
-I'm calling it.
:16:03
They trippin'. Put two more buddhaheads
on the mail carrier bef ore me.
:16:08
-Again?
-Got me sorting mail with Mexicans.
:16:11
Chicago, why you talking
about Mexicans? I'll kick your ass.
:16:15
Tell you what, you better quit
smoking that shit at lunch.
:16:18
At least we got our own country.
:16:20
Then why the f uck y'all
keep sneaking out?
:16:24
That shit is f unny, right?
:16:29
Basketball-playing motherf uckers.
:16:34
-I'm going to Oaktown. You wanna go?
-Yeah.
:16:37
-You gonna bring a yamp?
-Here you go. You gonna bring a yamp?
:16:41
-I got mine, man.
-Yamps. What the f uck is a "yamp"?
:16:45
A young tramp. Now, do you mind?
:16:48
Don't worry about
what the players is talking about.
:16:52
Go have your yamps, corn bread,
ham hocks and whatever else you eat.
:16:58
-Get out of here.
-Get the ZIP codes right.
:17:01
-Fix that shit.
-lf we gonna do this...
:17:03
...have that crazy hoe you f uck with
hook me up with one of her partners.
:17:07
-I'm gonna hook you up.
-You always say that.
:17:10
-Hook me up.
-You gonna call your cousin?
:17:13
Not yet. We're supposed to find a way
up there anyway f or our music thing.
:17:18
Now it's like I'm getting paid
to go. I'm straight with that.
:17:23
-See you later.
-Where you going?
:17:25
Minding my business.
:17:53
-What's up, nigga?
-Lounging, man.
:17:56
-What y'all niggas doing?
-To be honest?
:17:59
Looking f or some busters to jack.