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| "Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice! LAAAAAAAAAAAID BACK!" | |
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| Malcolm...you're a squirrel. Why the hell are you so... ethnic? | |
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| Whatchu talkin' bout, G? I'm keepin' it real, fo' shizzle my nizzle! Break me off some mad props, Bake-dawg! | |
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| That's what I mean, right there. Why're you so...URBAN? | |
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| Sheeeeeeeeit, negro, don't hate the playa, hate the game! I'm the coach up in this mofo, holla back shawty! | |
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| Uh, Malcolm? 1997 called - it wants its slang back. And your copy of "New Jack City". | |
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