Bilal: Kick your bitch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment! I'm the DJ.
LaDonna: Bitch? Who you callin' a bitch? Your mama's a sorry bitch.
Bilal: Hey, my mama ain't no bitch.
LaDonna: If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch.
Bilal: Hey, I'll kick your ass. I'll fight a girl.
LaDonna: I know. I heard your ass was beat by a couple.
Bilal: [dancing with a girl] Girl, you're so soft, like my hush-puppies. You're so warm and fluffy, like a butter-milk biscuit. You make me want to squeeze tighter and tighter. Nah, I'm not gonna lie. You make a nigga wanna sing.
Bilal: Always and fo-evah! Each moment wit you. Is just like a dream to me, AND you, that somehow came true. Ooo...
Bilal: Yo Kid, we have yo back.
Kid: Yeah, way back.
Stab: Man, fuck you, toy cops!
Cop #2: Wait, wait, don't call it in. Why bother with the paperwork? We can handle this shit ourselves.
Cop #1: What do you want to do with them?
Cop #2: Take'em down to the docks. Nobody can hear them scream.
Pee Wee: Aw shit.
Stab: [Preparing to burn down Play's house during the party] Anybody got a light?
Cop #2: [shines a flashlight on them] How about a Bud Light?
Stab: Yo, I'l put my foot so far up yo ass you be shittin' sneaker for a month
Stab, Zilla, Pee Wee: I smell pussy!
Zilla: After getting beat up by those cops, I"m about ready to whip somebody's ass.
Zilla: [Kid is trapped inside a worn out Ice box hiding from the Full Force Brothers] Yo Kid, so I guess this is how you got that Ugly Style Fade on top of yo Head.
Stab: ...and Hey, we hear you a Rapper, so we got a Rap for yo Ass. You're runnin' round Town like a Faggot in Heat, Me and My Boys can't be beat...
Zilla: ...but where ever you go, we're gonna smell ya like Gas...
Pee Wee: ...and we're gonna kick your fuckin' A-ass!
Stab: You got yo silly Ass trapped in the Ice Box...
Zilla, Stab, Pee Wee: ...with no where to Go-oh!
Zilla: What happened to homie's shoe?