Chris Tucker's Purple Drank v1

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Where? Add... Uh... Woah! Where? Where? I take your word brother.
It's in the trunk. Where? I left it, I left it.

Oh, where? I'll take your ass to jail, you know that? For what? For what? Look at this! That's not my cigarette, man. That's cigarette weed! Well, it look like a cigarette. You better have a glaucoma.

I do. You ain't got no better food, like some chicken wings, some baby back ribs, some fries or something? Remember it. Write it down, take a picture.

I don't give a f***, man. Man, you must be out of your f***ing mind if you think I'm gonna get in this dirty-ass trunk. Do you like what, man? I just ain't climbing in no goddamn dirty-ass trunk.

Man, I got a problem with small places. Well, I got a problem with spending $10,000 on ungrateful peanut-head niggas to get them out of jail, but I did it. And how small was that jail cell, motherf***er? Look, man, I know I owe you.

You got to bring it all yourself. If you owe me, then get your ass in this trunk. Man, I wanna help you, but I won't be locked in no goddamn trunk or no car.

Yeah, yeah, hey, first of all, I told y'all I was innocent, but those of y'all thought I was guilty, y'all know what y'all can do. Hey, mama, I love you. I'm okay.

Paula, I love you, too, babe. I'ma be home later on. We're gonna party, cook some chicken and some cornbread and some Kool-Aid.

And I'ma be back at the car wash Monday morning, everything on sale, half-priced. Peace out! They call me Snap and Pop, because I snap and I will pop your ass in the mouth. Don't mess with me, man.

Man, what the hell wrong with you? Man, nobody give a damn about no Phantom of the Opera. Watch your language! Mama, mama, mama, hold, hold, hold. Mama, I ain't know it was you.

Mama, I ain't know it was you. Mama, call me back, okay? Call me back. Mama, stop watching the news.

Don't be believing everything you hear on the news. Man, what the hell wrong with you? And shove it up your ass. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? You know I can do that, didn't you? Put your hands up.

Put your hands up! That's a midget in a bathrobe. You sorry? I got somebody's old chopsticks stuck up my ass and all you gotta say to me is you sorry? Yeah, this is my titty. I mean, this is my city.

What you gonna do if I don't stop, huh? Do I look like Chicken George to you? Yeah, right. When Godzilla's coming, y'all be tripping. Titty, titty, titty.

Get them titties out of here. I've been looking for your sweet and sour chicken ass. And shove it up your ass.

All up in your ass. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Ohanaide. Joy team.

Ohmog. Oh-ah-tang. Okay, falling down.

Right now. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Don't nobody understand the words that are coming out of your mouth, man. Oh, screaming like.

Come on, Crouching Tiger. Don't hide that dragon. Do it, Lee.

Turn that ass up. Hallelujah. Holy mother of Jesus.

She's a man. I went to second base with a damn Frenchman. It's the Crying Games.

I'm Brokeback Carter.

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[Intro] [record scratch, high-pitched sine synth lead] [aggressive male vocal] Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? [loud, distorted scream] [drum machine enters with heavy kick and snare] Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Break yourself fool. [Verse 1] [syncopated synth bass enters] Niggas are broke these days. Do you understand the- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The words that are coming out of my mouth! Break yourself fool! Niggas are broke these days! I steal from my momma! I'm serious man I was just living in ghetto fabulous man I had five of my finest hoes! I mean I was like, I think he started tripping and I was like, mmm! Yo ass is in jail, cuz you the one trippin around here, you understand? Ever touch a black mans radio, boy! What's up my What's up? Is this weed? What? By the boo-boo doughnut. You gotta prescription for this? Yeah. Where is it? Hey man! That's pee! Uh... Where is it? H-H punishing stones. Where? Add... Uh... Woah! Where? Where? I take your word brother. It's in the trunk. Where? I left it, I left it. Oh, where? I'll take your ass to jail, you know that? For what? For what? Look at this! That's not my cigarette, man. That's cigarette weed! Well, it look like a cigarette. You better have a glaucoma. I do. You ain't got no better food, like some chicken wings, some baby back ribs, some fries or something? Remember it. Write it down, take a picture. I don't give a f***, man. Man, you must be out of your f***ing mind if you think I'm gonna get in this dirty-ass trunk. Do you like what, man? I just ain't climbing in no goddamn dirty-ass trunk. Man, I got a problem with small places. Well, I got a problem with spending $10,000 on ungrateful peanut-head niggas to get them out of jail, but I did it. And how small was that jail cell, motherf***er? Look, man, I know I owe you. You got to bring it all yourself. If you owe me, then get your ass in this trunk. Man, I wanna help you, but I won't be locked in no goddamn trunk or no car. Yeah, yeah, hey, first of all, I told y'all I was innocent, but those of y'all thought I was guilty, y'all know what y'all can do. Hey, mama, I love you. I'm okay. Paula, I love you, too, babe. I'ma be home later on. We're gonna party, cook some chicken and some cornbread and some Kool-Aid. And I'ma be back at the car wash Monday morning, everything on sale, half-priced. Peace out! They call me Snap and Pop, because I snap and I will pop your ass in the mouth. Don't mess with me, man. Man, what the hell wrong with you? Man, nobody give a damn about no Phantom of the Opera. Watch your language! Mama, mama, mama, hold, hold, hold. Mama, I ain't know it was you. Mama, I ain't know it was you. Mama, call me back, okay? Call me back. Mama, stop watching the news. Don't be believing everything you hear on the news. Man, what the hell wrong with you? And shove it up your ass. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? You know I can do that, didn't you? Put your hands up. Put your hands up! That's a midget in a bathrobe. You sorry? I got somebody's old chopsticks stuck up my ass and all you gotta say to me is you sorry? Yeah, this is my titty. I mean, this is my city. What you gonna do if I don't stop, huh? Do I look like Chicken George to you? Yeah, right. When Godzilla's coming, y'all be tripping. Titty, titty, titty. Get them titties out of here. I've been looking for your sweet and sour chicken ass. And shove it up your ass. All up in your ass. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Ohanaide. Joy team. Ohmog. Oh-ah-tang. Okay, falling down. Right now. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Don't nobody understand the words that are coming out of your mouth, man. Oh, screaming like. Come on, Crouching Tiger. Don't hide that dragon. Do it, Lee. Turn that ass up. Hallelujah. Holy mother of Jesus. She's a man. I went to second base with a damn Frenchman. It's the Crying Games. I'm Brokeback Carter. [end

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