Poetic Justice
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:44:00
I know you ain't gonna let no nigga
make you walk all the way to Oakland.

:44:06
J, come on.
:44:13
Man, just chill, all right?
:44:18
If you want to, we can call
the homeys if it's all that.

:44:24
-They still gonna f uck you up.
-Get your ass in the truck.

:44:28
-Shut up, Chicago!
-Frankly, my dear, I don't give a f uck.

:44:36
"They still gonna f uck you up."
:44:39
You drive, nigga.
:44:52
Good, now I can get my drink on.
:44:55
Put 20 on f our.
Don't get too much liquor.

:45:00
And bring me
some Cheetos and a 40.

:45:04
-You need to put her ass in check.
-Mind your own f ucking business.

:45:09
Fuck that, let's stay on schedule.
Fuck that CP time.

:45:15
-Ex cuse me.
-Ex cuse me.

:45:18
-ls that your truck?
-Yeah, it's my rig.

:45:20
Who the dude getting in the cab?
:45:23
Pardon me.
:45:24
I gotta have my Gordon's and Socko.
Check and see if you see some Socko.

:45:32
They don't have no eightball?
Y'all ain't got Olde E?

:45:37
You know they don't sell that
outside the Black neighbourhoods.

:45:42
Oh, well. Chicago just gonna
have to settle f or a Miller Light.

:45:49
I hope they got my gin.
:45:52
You know how you get when you drink.
You know what your man said.

:45:57
Chicago? That ain't my daddy.
I don't listen to him.


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