Juice Page #2

Maricon? Maricon?

Ifyou're looking' for faggots,

you ain't got to look no farther

than your pa.

I hear he liked bein'

the prison yard whore!

Fuckyou,

motherf***er!

Get away from my store!

I'm gonna shoot

your pee-pee off, man.

Tell me that wasn't

the sh*t.

You're crazy, man.

Ain't had no fun like that

in a while.

That n*gger had you

by your neck and sh*t.

I swear to God--

What's up, Fat Chops?

What's up, man?

Hey, how you doin'?

You're late, man.

I feel good.

Sorry, man.

I was busy, man.

I had a hard time

gettin' away, man.

Give those chubby palms

a rest,

you'd get here

with the rest of us.

Want to know

why I'm really late?

I was doin'

the hootchy-kootchy

with Donna Bromwell.

So you boned

Donna Bromwell?

Yeah, man.

She liked it, too.

My man,

finally got that ass.

I heard that.

Thankyou.

Appreciate it.

So how was it?

It was good.

What do you think?

I heard Donna Bromwell

was a real freak.

The b*tch tried to f*** me

on the stove.

She still got that,

uh, tattoo?

No, man. I wasn't lookin'

for no tattoo.

I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy,

my friend.

You knew it was Donna

from that hair on her face.

Yeah, man, come on.

You didn't know about

Donna Bromwell, man?

What, man, what?

That she used to be

Donald Bromwell?

\ Big Don \\

Don Juan.

Fucky'all, man.

Come on, big, hefty,

tub-of-a-man you!

Don't make me

come afteryou!

Get the f*** off me!

My man.

You big

fat-head jalopy.

'Reckin' crew!

Hope you're feelin'

lucky today, my brother,

'cause I'm getting ready

to bust your ass.

You want me

to lie to you?

Just 'cause you

pour syrup on sh*t

don't make it pancakes.

Q!

What's up?

What's happenin'?

You got that

party tape for me?

Yeah, I got the sh*t.

My brother, my brother,

my brother, my brother.

Bad news, though.

Bein' that we in a recession,

the sh*t's gonna cost

$1 5 instead of 1 0.

- $1 5.

- $1 5?

Hit the button!

Hit the button!

Pow!

Kiss? Money?

What you gonna do, sweetheart?

I ain't got all day.

Do what you're told.

Give me a kiss.

Was the last party

serious?

It was slammin'?

It was all right.

It was dope, right?

Do you hit

Brenda's skins?

What?

Did Brenda Witherspoon

shine your silver?

My mother shines

our silver.

All you could see

was that butt.

I don't know why you thought

that was so tough.

She got the snappy-nappy

dugout piece.

Snappy-nappy

dugout piece?

Did you f***

Brenda Witherspoon?

Yeah, I did, man.

Yeah?

You did, right?

$1 5, G.

Lord, I came

at the perfect time.

Pop two quarters in,

pop-tart,

and let's get it on.

Let me get

in that ass.

What makes you think

you can beat me?

Two reasons.

I'm going to beat that ass.

I'm going to beat that ass.

Get this goddamn

game started,

tugboat ass

motherf***er.

What's up?

What's up?

What you got?

Hey! Hey!

[Siren]

Here they come!

Put your asses

back in school!

What's up? What's up?

Outta there.

Steel, come

the f*** on!

What the f***?

- See ya!

- Go!

Bam! Kick!

You're out of there.

Q!

[Meow]

Stop!

O.K., guys,

come on.

That's it.

It's over.

Let's go, guys.

Come on.

Come on. Now.

Let's go, guys.

Yo!

Whoa!

Ain't nothin'.

You all right?

I know'd we could

beat 'em quick.

Bust this!

Bust this!

Bastards!

You can't play

with this yo-yo.

Stupid b*tch!

\ Fat-ass Steel

is stuck in school again \

\ Again \\

Yo, he ain't comin'.

Let's go.

We ain't goin' nowhere

without Steel.

F***, no.

Here he comes.

- Hurry up, man.

- Could ya?

Fat bastard.

Oh, sh*t!

Come on, y'all!

What's up?

What's up?

\ Yeah, refuse

to get took down \

\ A goddamn killer \

\ Comin'straight

from the Oaktown \

\ Step out ofline,

it's mandatory I hurt ya \

\ My hobbies

in life... \\

Boo!

Yo, what time is it?

Almost 1 2:
00.

How much money we make

at the arcade today?

[Steel]

I can count!

[Bishop]

Not bad. Let's go

chill out somewhere.

Yo! Hey, you see

this sh*t?

I was tellin' you

all about this.

This sh*t is mine,

word up.

We gotta worry about

runnin' into Radames,

and this n*gger

talkin' about

some bullshit-ass

deejay contest.

First prize is

custom gold 1 200s

and a six-month contract

to deejay at the Ruffhouse.

Better than this pool hall

nickel-and-dime bullshit.

Yo, DJ Plaz,

DJ Rich E. Rich,

Pete Rock, and DJ Scratch

gonna be there.

So what?

They won both contests

last year.

That was the Hott Boxx.

Anybody could have won

in that sh*t.

This is the Ruffhouse.

The comp will be serious.

There ain't

no greater comp than me.

Y'all ain't got

no confidence in me now?

Y'all supposed to be

my boys.

They been all over.

Everybody know them.

You just local.

Local?

Y'all kiss my local ass,

you know what I'm sayin'?

All right.

Come on, Q.

You're still

my favorite local deejay.

I'm going to pick up

some party tapes

for my audition tape.

That's all right

with you, Raheem?

Yeah, man.

\ Is he good to you? \

\ Yeah \

\ Is he good to you? \

\ Whoa, whoa,

whoa, yeah \

\ Oh \

\ Is he good to you? \

\ When my love

comes down \

\ I don't have

to run around\

\ I've got you \

\ Andyou know

just what to do \

\ To fulfill

all my needs \

\ And satisfy me \

\ But I'd like to know \

\ The sexual healing

is mutual... \\

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hi. Can I help you?

Uh...yeah.

Let me get your...

E PM D's new album

and your name

and your phone number.

Oh, O.K.

I can get you the tape.

You want my name

and my number?

O.K., here's my name.

It's Juaniqua...

Ross.

And here's my number.

Why don't you put

your address on there?

Oh, O.K.

Does this mean

we're going out?

Yeah.

You got

three friends?

Yeah.

Who look just like you?

I don't know.

I'm kind of one of a kind.

What's your name?

My name is, um, Ed.

Eddie.

Ed? Eddie, O.K.

So you going to

call me?

Put that sh*t back.

Anytime.

Anytime you want.

Uh-huh.

You know, you are sexy.

Thankyou. O.K.

That's a gold tooth?

I like it.

I'm going to get

another one.

I want to cover up

the whole front.

When are we going out,

Saturday?

I don't know.

Sir? Sir!

Sir, can I check

that newspaper?

Can I call tonight?

Wait a second.

Sir, where are you going?

Give back my tape!

I'm not paying

for this tape.

It's not Christmas.

Get a job, why don't you?

\ Play the sax \

\ Everybody love him

to the max \\

Man, I'm hungry.

Let's get something to eat.

Let's go

to Steel's house.

His mom ain't home.

Taxi! Taxi!

What she got

in the refrigerator?

She still got

them turkey wings?

No, man.

She ain't been shoppin'.

I believe we need

to go to your crib

and see what's

in the fridge.

Hi.

Yo, Q, go in and get me

some cigarettes.

Why I got to

go get them?

It's your turn,

motherf***er!

I got it.

I got it.

Oh, man.

That's cold.

Lucky son of a b*tch.

\ Listen, partypeople, y'all\

\ I'm going to tellyou

what it's all about \

\ We got ourselves

together now \

\ I'm gonna keep it

real, real steady \

\ Come along

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