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| Hey, buddy, How's it going? | |
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| It be tight, nizza. I just been chillin' and illin' wit' my homies, G-money and Funky Fresh Flava. But only on the East Side, never the West. | |
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| God damn, man, lay off the damn Ebonics. For one thing, you're you're a fat white guy, and for another, you don't even do it right! | |
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| You be trippin' foo? You just ain't wit' what me peeps been through. Us niggaz gotta stick together, old school. Y'know what I'm sayin' Holmes? | |
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| So this guy, he's fat and white, but the bastard tries so hard to be black, it's really pathetic... | |
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| He be trippin', bitch? You might could pop a cap in his cracka ass wit' yo gat, is you down wit' that? | |
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