Joyner: Shit, damn. It’s fuckin’ cold, man. I can’t believe this nigga got me walkin’ out here Homie X: It’s all yo’ fault! Joyner: You know the last time I walked, nigga? Homie X: I don’t care, I don’t wanna hear it Joyner: Ay, ay, ay, stop, stop! Ay! Homie X: Well fuck you too then, bitch! Joyner: Fuck man, we ain’t never gonna anybody to pick us up… Aight, ay, shit it’s fuckin’ cold out here Homie X: We gotta find a way to stop em’. Fuck! Joyner: Hold up I think, I think somebody’s stoppin’ Homie X: Oh word. Hey, hey, be calm nigga, be calm
Joyner: Aight nigga Homie X: He not from here Jamaican Man: Yo yo, Joyner: The fuck? Jamaican Man: down the street, jump in, man! Joyner: Yo, what’s he sayin’? Jamaican Man: Homie X: I don’t know, nigga! Joyner: You know what he’s sayin’? Jamaican Driver: Homie X: I don’t know! Jamaican Driver: You come from America? Joyner: I don’t know what the fuck he talkin’ ’bout Jamaican Man: Jamaican Man: Damn, put in your luggage there, man Homie X: You wanna get in? Joyner: Get in? You wanna get in? Homie X: Let’s get in! Jamaican Driver: Homie X: Fuck it, let’s get in! Joyner: Nigga, let’s just get in, dog Jamaican Man: You smoke weed? Homie X: Yeah, I smoke weed Joyner: Nah, I don’t smoke Jamaican Driver: Nah, you do what you don’t Homie X: Yeah, he don’t smoke weed Jamaican Driver: Yeah, more weed for we Homie X: It’s galactic shit right here
Jamaican Driver: You good now? Joyner: Yeah, we’re straight Jamaican Driver: Take off all of that bumboclaat, right now Homie X: What? What did he say now? Joyner: You want me to take off my shit off? I, I’m trying to take- Jamaican Driver: *draws gun* take off that bumboclaat! Joyner: The fuck, man? Shit… Homie X: This is crazy… bullshit… that’s all I got! That’s all I got, man! Jamaican Driver: Alright, take off the seatbelt, man Joyner: Yeah, the fucking seatbelt… Homie X: This is all your fault, man. All your fault! Jamaican Driver: Alright, I start driving. We cool, man Homie X: The first thing we do is get robbed, man! Fuck, man!
