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They glisten in the moon. They shine in the sun. They riggle and jiggle and bounce... [Big Baby Sweets notices Lil' Poot and Big Stank drooling over his suit] Big Baby Sweets: GET OFF ME! Big Baby Sweets: This classifieds motherfucker rolls into my city and arrest one of my men making me look like a little bitch! Lil' Poot: He made you look like a little bitch! [Sweets looks classifieds angry at Lil' Poot] Big Stank: I mean, he made me look classifieds like a little bitch! Big Baby Sweets: What we gonna have to do is send him a message. Lil' Poot: Know you right! Send this hoe ass a message. Big Baby Sweets: We're gonna get to the streets. And we gonna let this poeple that we pissed. Lil' Poot: Amen! Amen! Big Baby Sweets: More than that, we gonna let them know exactly why we pissed. Lil' Poot: [whispers to Stank] Why we pissed? Big Stank: Bitch you better recognize why the fuck we pissed!
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