CB4 Page #6

"Under penalty of arrest

you cannot touch your genitalia.

The word 'ho' can only be used

in reference to a garden tool.

The word 'b*tch' may only be used

when describing female dogs,

and then only when in heat.

The word 'blow job' can only

be used in describing a job

blowing up balloons

or children's animals."

Do I make myself clear?

And under no circumstances,

are you to perform Sweat...

... Sweat Of My Balls tonight.

CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

CB4, where ya at? CB4, where ya at?

On the motherfuckin' stage!

CB is here! CB4! Where ya at?

CB4, where ya at?

CB4, where ya at, motherfuckers?

MC Gusto, Dead Mike,

Stab Master Arson,

you all have been sentenced

by the government of the USA

to poverty, ignorance

and imprisonment in Cell Block 4!

Yeah! CB4 is in the motherfuckin' house!

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

Say CB4! Say CB4!

Say CB4! Say CB4! Yo, yo!

Do that sh*t, do that sh*t, do it!

Yeah, yeah, say do that sh*t,

do that sh*t, do it!

It goes something like this! Jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Yo, give me this right now!

# For the ladies, 130 pounds of beef

# Yeah, Chinky eyes, curly hair

and gold teeth

# Swingin' with this here stud

you need practice

# I'm leavin' used rubbers on a mattress

# When I'm with my homies we're rollin'

Can't love a car unless it's stolen

# Don't ask me what the price is

But it's more than p*ssy-tickle devices

- # You can feel the

- # Sweat from my balls

- # You can feel the

- # Sweat from my balls

- # You can feel the

- # Sweat from my balls

- # You can feel the

- # Sweat from my balls

- # You can feel the

- # Sweat from my balls...

What are they doin'?

They're goin' to jail!

Didn't anybody tell you

this is a free country!

- Get 'em!

- # Sweat from my biggedy-balls...

- Hey!

- What the f***!

Get the f*** off me, man!

Get the f*** off me.

- Get off me!

- Get 'em outta here!

Get off!

Get the f*** off me.

Party over here!

Just wave your hands in the air!

And party like you just don't care!

Answer me this.

How come a rock group can bite

the head off a pigeon, nothin' happen?

I'm gettin' ready to go to jail

for a song about the sweat of my balls.

You'll be happy to know,

Mr A White

that Cell Block 4 actually

did spend the night in jail.

You guys CB4?

Watch, check this out.

# Well, my name is Jerry

and I'm here to say

# That the girl look fly

but she don't give me no play #

I'm MC Gusto.

But in prison

I'm known as 9-7-dash-K-Y

L-M-N-O-P-dash-14

to the third power.

Now, I may be in here

for malicious acts,

I do have a sensitive side.

So I'd like to read you

a poem. It's called

- "I didn't do it".

- My man got a poem.

"Just because I had the cash

doesn't mean I killed his ass.

I didn't do it.

Just because

the blood was in my hand

doesn't mean I stabbed the man.

I didn't do it."

All right, all right!

Welcome to the post-arrest conference

for the world's most dangerous band,

CB4!

- Yeah, they couldn't keep us in!

- All right, first question.

My name is Malik from the

Tan City Sun and I'd like to know

what you so-called brothers are doing

to uplift the community

in economic terms.

Man, I'm tired of these

black questions, man.

Ask Michael J Fox

what he's doin' for the yuppies?

Ask Sylvester Stallone

what he's doin' for the Italians?

Brother, I'd like it to be known that I

am reinvesting in the black community.

I am opening a chain

of beeper supply stores

in Locash that will employ only

our disenfranchised black youth.

MC Gusto,

my African-American women readers

would like to know why

you refer to women as b*tches.

Yo, women, b*tches, hos...

people with pussies.

I love the p*ssy people.

- P*ssy for everybody.

- Yeah, pussies!

- Know what I'm sayin'?

- I do not

and neither would anyone with

respect for the English language.

- Next question.

- Excuse me.

In protest of our arrest

by the powers that be,

we will answer no questions

from the white media!

- Let's go.

- Press conference over!

Well, that's the story so far.

This is just incredible. It's amazing.

Well, to use your words,

it's "all that".

- It's gonna make a great video.

- I wouldn't unload my camera just yet.

I still gotta deal with Gusto.

- Later.

- All right.

This b*tch is really from the ghetto.

Don't look like the ghetto to me, boss.

"The smallest dog in

the world is the Chihuahua.

It is named for a city in Mexico

where it became popular."

Shut up, girl. You just think

you so smart cos you can read.

Hey, baby!

Give your grandma a big kiss!

- So how you doin', Grandma?

- How you doin'?

I heard you just broke out of the joint.

I didn't even know you was in there.

It was just an overnight thing.

Is the conjugal room still green?

I wouldn't know about that.

It was just overnight.

Mmm, you oughta know.

- Hi, D.

- Hey, Albert. How was jail?

Look, Daliha, that whole

cousin thing, I was wrong.

I would never try

to hurt you, D. I love you.

Look, I got you somethin'.

Great. I'm sure that

Sissy girl would love these.

Hey, there's a party inside.

Your mother may have

time for a party, but me,

- I got bills to pay.

- Why don't you take this to a carwash?

We don't have money to take

the car to the carwash

every time it gets a little smudge.

We ain't all big-time

rap stars like you.

Son, what's on your mind?

I work to get us

into a nice house like this,

and you pretend to be a crook.

- What, you ashamed of me?

- No.

Why you go runnin' around

with gold-tooth, greasy-ass hair,

holdin' yourjohnson like it's the

only one God created? You ain't tough.

There are some real kids out there

who are gonna kick your narrow ass!

You ain't from the street.

I'm from the street!

And only somebody who wasn't

would think it was something to glorify!

That's a pretty little thing.

This b*tch got all the b*tches.

We was just readin'

about you, b*tch!

You know, your Ready-Rooter, funky-ass

truck-driving father was right.

You ought to be ashamed of

yourself taking advantage of me.

Gusto?

Boy, I'm three generations

deep in gangsterdom.

Three generations!

Albert, are you in there?

And your woman?

She's real fine, you know.

I'd like to f*** her froggy style.

- What did you say?

- I'll be out in a while.

OK.

- Tryin' to protect that ass?

- Protect that ass!

- Welcome to the terrordome, b*tch.

- Terrordome, b*tch.

What are you gonna do?

- You want to be a gangster, right?

- Gangster.

Come on, get out the car.

Y'all know the routine.

Y'all know the routine. Yeah!

Get them goddamn clothes off!

Do what he says.

Mister, yo! Put your clothes back on!

CB4 is in the house!

CB4! You know what I'm sayin'?

- Get on the ground!

- Don't shoot us.

Stay on the goddamn ground!

You, get out there, man!

Get over there, man, get over there.

Get on the ground, move.

Yeah, CB4 is in the house.

CB4!

It's me, Dead Mike, you knowl

Nubian manl

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