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Snuggle Jive meets up with "The Man"...
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| All right, Snuggle Jive, this time you're screwed. I caught you with eight grams of hashish oil and a dead prostitute. | |
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| Hey come on, sucka. Why you trippin' on an entrepeneur like myself? | |
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Snuggle Jive meets up with "The Man"...
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| I'm just giving the public what it needs, yo. A brutha like me needs to survive the only way he knows how. | |
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Snuggle Jive meets up with "The Man"...
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| Fuck, would you just give me my bribe already, or do I have to go Rodney King on your ass? | |
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| Yo, the bitch is in the back. | |
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