Why so serious?

What? The fuck did you just say?

Motherfucker, does this look like a game to you?!

Got me out here wilin' out, hollerin' like I'm Sam motherfuckin' Jackson...makin' my blood pressure spikin' n' shit. Too damn old for this nonsense.

Quit the hustle ten damn years ago and these buckwild ass young bloods wanna bring their bullshit up in my driveway...

What yo little punk ass mumbling about over there? You gon' say it, say it witcha chest, lil' homie!

Boy, I done told you I moved out the hood for a reason. You think these bougie white folks ain't gonna notice yo raggedy ass stompin' through the azealeas?!

Uh-uh, don't be runnin' your mouth 'bout my Prius. It's economical, and y'all could learn somethin' about practicality, runnin' around in a pair of Jordans but can't keep ya damn lights on...

Don't test my gangster. I'll shove these Crocs square up yo' ass.

Go on now. Pull that hooptie up in the garage. 'Fore the neighbors start snitchin' to the HOA. What is that? 1998 Honda Ain't-Shit?

I think I got a tarp and some ammonia in the shed.

We got an hour before my lady gets back from Pilates.

She gon' be mad as hell if she catches me on this shit again.