- Jamal, how you got a side boowith no main boo anyway?
Wouldn't that make Medinayour main boo by default?
- I don't feel like doing
side-bitch word problems today,my nigs.
My heart is heavierthan Medina's big titty.
And my soul is blackerthan the little one.
- We know, homey.
That's why we finna take yousomewhere to cheer you up.
- Naw, even greasier.
Now this the only shake clubin the Heights takin' fake IDs.
- Yup.Mm-hmm, whatever.
Have fun, gentlemen.
- Coming to the stage,give it up for Tupaquia!
- Tupaquia?What kind of name is that?
- It's a stripper name,like Sparkle or Amber Rose.
- Her momma must of beena hella Pac fan.
- Nah bro, it is Tupac!
- Pac is dead, my nig.
And even if he was alive,
ain't no way my favorite rapperwould be
a shake booty bitchat The Mooseknuckle.
- I only got one word...
Jamal, don't be mercy tippin'the mud ducks.
Wait for dem fuckablesto come through.
- Tupaquia ain't no mud duck.
She's a beautiful, black swan,
with a curvaceous tail feather.
- I'm tellin' y'all,that's Tupac!
Look, she gotthe same bald head,
same bandana,same 60 bullet holes
- Aw, man, that's justa coincidence.
- Oh yeah?What about the tats?
- But dat ass doe...
- That ain't Machiavelli,my dude.
- Watch, I'm finna prove itto you.
Yo, homey, where you from?
- Westside, motherfucker.
And I'm on my period,partna.
- See, the bitch a blood too.