On Hangin' 'round tha Mall
"Yo, yo, yo! Whatchu doin' 'round here? Scopin' out de bitches? We should hit the Orange Julius 'n slip a forty into that cupizle. Get wasted, yo. That'd be tight...jus' gotta find someone to boot some boozizle from dat liquor store down tha strip fo' us. My boi tells me we gon' get jumped into da Bloodz so we gots to be ready to take our hitz yo! You know, the dude who be hangin' 'round da food court! My mama scrapped my fake I.D. When I'm ayt-to-the-teen I'm so gettin' my own pad, yo."
On His Ride
"See the Vee Oh El Vee Oh? Dat's how I ride. Damn! Got the phat tip, 'n everything. Fo' incha, no less. Limo tint too. The 'rents are gonna sell it to me. Fo' rizzle! Savin' up the mad scrilla for some big shoes, yo. Wit' spinnaz 'n chrome. Then I'm gonna go front to back 'n side to side. Ah, yeh. It's gonna takes me awhile, mowin' lawns don't pay shit. Tha man's jus' tryin' ta keeps down a nigga, ya knows what I mean?"
On Your Ride
"Your whip is a Vee Dub? Damn, yo! Doze wheels are tight! Your ride is all that. Damn. Fast 'n furious, yo. Ah-ite? Holla if you wit' me. Fo shizzle!"
On Tryin' to Get All Up in That
"Damn! Check out the caboose on that ho, yo. Be-yatch runnin' like a freight train. Know what I mean? An' I'm tha conducta, yo. Girl, you got it goin' on! Come get some white chocolate. Drop the hero and get with a zer.."
"You betta bounce, bitch. Be'fo I go carayzah an' bus' a cap in your ass."
On the Lack of Gettin' All Up in That
"She frontin'. Girl za dyke. Ah-ite. 'Nuff said, yo."
On Material Possessions
"Hook a brutha up, yo. Needs ta get a four oh. Four oh Big Gulpizle at the Sev'n double-one, that is. Ha ha. Gotsta pick up some rubbuz too, my baby mama been trippin'. She won't play wit'out tha slicka on mah pricka. Ya knows?"
"Yo, check this out, yo. S'hype or what? Chain. Gold, mutha fucka. Fo' real, four karot...um, fo' karot. Fo' kay! Original gangsta. Aw, yeh."
I'm a poet, betcha didn't know it...
microphone assassin, sub speakas blastin',
cow tippin', crazy trippin',
out runnin' the five-oh, in tha Volvo.
and ya don't stop, hip to tha hop.
Aw, yeh. Break it down now."
The Cabbie Homicide's author, "Yeah shut up you fucking wigga."
"Yo, we supposed to vote on our prez-e-dent? That's bow-shit, yo. We all oppressed by cracka and his perpetratin' for fo' hundred years. Damn! Count us out o' that shiz'nizzler. Democracy gots nuthin' fo' the brutha. True dat!"
"You watch Birdman comma Harvey last nite? Damn, that shit's hilarious. He's all, I'll tizzake the kizzase!. I laughed my azzass off, yo!"
"Lemme aks you sumpin', you seen Sideways yet? Sho' I thought it'd be whack, but no...damn! It's all 'bout some niggas takin' the whip through wine country, man. Fo' real. It's all filled up wit' emotional shit, yo. I'd call up my ho 'n tell her 'bout it, but mah momma gone an' tookid away my phone line, yo. She even cancelled tha broadband. We'zizzle back on tha dy-al up-ah. Myspaceizzle is all molasses now. Can't hardly play Unrizzle Tournamizzle two kay four no mo'. Fo' real."
On Video Games
"I be playing Grand Theft Auto, man! My mama got me every version of Madden so I be kickin' wit my brothazz! F-Final Fantasy? Dat's fo nizzerds, fo shizznack!"
"...been readin' Po' Richard's Almanac. Ben Franklin's not just on money, he is money, yo. "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise". Damn! That shit is tight. A brutha should go to the libary and check, check, check it out. Aw, yeh."
On Player vs. Game
"Hate the game, yo...not the playa. Ah-ite?"
"Imma jus like OJ, back in da day. Gettin saggy wit it"
"Yo, mah bruthah! After school mañana, you wanna go shoot hoops? I'm gonna lay down some fresh shizzin' dribble on the blacktop like I'm Shakizzle O-nizzle, yah know wha' I'm sayin'? Ah-ite."
Italian in the neighborhood, *Throws rock in the face* "I can't dunk worth a damn but I sure can out-trash talk you buddy."
"Dat's some bull-shizzle, yo! Playin' the footsie game wit' a baw that you can't even pick up? I gotsta feel it if I'm gonna' play it, yah know?"
"Yo, dat's some white boy shizzle, yo, ya feel me, mah bruthah, yo?"
Canadian playing hockey, *smacks the puck in loudmouth's face* "Let's see your smile."
On Your Mom
"Yo, you shoppin' wit yo mama? Damn! That's whack. I'd never let my mama pull dat shit on me. I gotsta have my cap tipped sidewizzle. If tha' bitch ain't down wit' dat, dats her prob, ah-ite? I dress for las chicas, not my mama."
On His Dad
"Yo, Big Pop sells da cars, know what I mean, brothah? Yay-yuh!! He be bringin' home da cash to get his hoe bling-bling!"
On His Mom
"Peace. We outta here."