- Hey, wait. Hey, wait, let's go.
- I'm 'bout to wait on. - And, bang! (laughs) - Damn, I can't believe you
beat me like 20 times now, man. - Bro, you're trash. My girl could beat you at Mario Kart. - Yo, I just took in that we've
never met your girl before. - Yeah, why you hiding
your girlfriend from us? - I'm not trying to hide my girl. You'll see her when you see her. Relax. (menacing hip-hop music) - Yo, Harjit, what the fuck? - What? - You know what. - No, I don't. - You didn't tell me that the boys were coming through tonight! Yo, white boy, just to let you know, I don't like no snitches
around here, aight? - Is that a gun? - Yo, what's up my guy? Yo, you look like you get
high as a kite on the regs. - Nah, I don't smoke weed. - You ain't gotta lie to me. Look, we fam, aight? You ever need some shit, you holla at me. - Oh, Lynn, I could go for some weed. - Shut up, white boy! - Gotchu, aight? Yo, whassup MTV, come through. It's your girl, Jazzy Jaz, in the house. Yo, you know the first
thing we have in my house is a bottle of vino! I usually have henny
on deck, but you know, we got all wild last night. Yo, come through, come
through, come through. Yo, we got the off-white! Yo, Virgil's my homeboy, B! So, if you ever need a plug, I got you. Yo, let's talk about
my chains for a second. ♪ Yo, I wear every single chain ♪ ♪ Even when I'm in the house ♪ ♪ Yo, word up to Drizzy Drake ♪
(record scratching) - What are you doing? - It's MTV Cribs, babe. Yo, go back inside. - Listen, this isn't MTV Cribs. This is your boy. - No, it's MTV, I'm just
manifesting my dreams! - We're not doing this right now. It's 12 o'clock at night, I
gotta go to work in the morning. - Babe, just let me, let me just-- - No, no, leave. Can you please go? Sir?
- Yo, you're such a buzzkill! - Can you go, let's go, please, I'm not-- - No, stay here! - No, get get out bro. Get out, let's go, leave. - Yo, come through, come through, got Drizzy Drake in the house. - Drizzy Drake is not in
the, Drake is not here. Please, thank you, bye, bye, peace out. - Yo fam, this menu is mad confusing. - Why, it's in English. - Nah, it says putanay here. That sounds French to me. - Jaz, it's poutine. - That's what they want you to think. You're expecting fries
and gravy, and then bam! You got a fish head with
eyeballs coming out of it. - So, are we ready to order? - Yeah, yo, Doggy, listen. I want some of that putanay, and some of that
frah-grah-pah shit right here, and listen, look, Daggy. I got mob ties, so you better come through
with that good shit, aight? - Uh, sorry sir, what she meant was she wants a poutine. Can you actually just make
that two poutines, please? - Bro, it's called putanay. Yo, I got you though. Two putanays coming up. Huh, fragonfra! - Doggy right here. Told you it was called putanay, dummy. Aight lets do this - Let's see it yo! - Yo Danny I got this - That was a foul! - No foul! - That was a foul!
- No foul, what? Get off me, no fouling! (woman and men shouting) - I know where you live,
I know where you live! - No foul, no foul! No foul, ah, no foul, no foul! (hip hop music) ♪ Yo, yo. You already know who it is ♪ ♪ Jazzy Jaz, I run these streets ♪ ♪ I got white boy Danny in the house ♪ ♪ Got Ravier Rose ♪ (hip-hop music abruptly stops) - What are you doing? I have to go to work. - Cut. - Yeah ima go deal with this shit aight? You guys chill. - Babe, I'm gonna be late for work. - Babe, your thinking short term here. Look, Drake's gonna see this mix tape, he's gonna sign me, I'ma be a millionaire! Do you think I wanna do
this hood shit forever? - You don't wanna do
this hood shit forever. - Yeah so are you gonna
ride with me or what? - I'm gonna ride wit you! - Alright sick! (hip hop music) ♪ Yo, yo, you already know who it is ♪ ♪ Jazzy Jazz ♪ ♪ I run these streets ♪ ♪ I got white-boy Danny in the house ♪ ♪ I got Ravier Rose ♪ ♪ Let's go ♪ (bleep) Thug life all day B. - Yeah we're just gonna
do one large pizza, Jazz do you want anything else? - Yo bare mushrooms on my pizza dog! - I'm gonna call you back. Did you write thug-life on your stomach? - No. What you talking bout? - You wrote thug-life on
your stomach with marker! - Babe no I didn't! - I'm telling everyone - Babe no-- - I'm telling everyone! - No, please! (hip-hop music) ♪ I've been working away,
don't care what they say ♪ ♪ I do what I want, and
I don't take off a case ♪ ♪ So I deserve what I make,
it's fuck what they say ♪ ♪ Do what I want, and I
don't care what they say ♪ ♪ Cos I've been-- ♪
