:04:03
Oh! Look at that bitch, y'all.
:04:13
Yo, she's takin' our shit!
l told you.
:04:20
- Oh, man!
:04:41
Listen, girl, you got talent.
You bottle that shit up,
:04:44
sell it, get paid, paid, paid.
:04:48
- Excuse me would work.
- Hold up, Katrina.
:04:51
- l think you owe her an apology.
- l don't owe anybody anything,
:04:54
especially not some section eight,
no-rhythm-having club ho.
:04:59
People pay me to dance.
Be gone. Whoo!
:05:02
Bitch!
Gina.! Gina.!
:05:05
- Let me go!
- What? What? That ain't your hair anyway.
:05:10
Get off me.
:05:12
Gina, that's my job.
You can't be wilding out in there.
:05:15
Please. She started it.
:05:18
That shit was unbelievable.
:05:33
Whoo!
:05:36
Oooh.
:05:56
Huh, huh!