(Lamar and Franklin get out of a van)

Lamar: Eh, wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?

Franklin: Man fuck you man, my kids up in there. I don't want your ass up in my house n***a.

Lamar: Ah n***a dont hate me because your kids love me more than they love you. Maybe if you quit being so uptight and let Lamar give em some game, you'll have some harmony in your household. Nah, i just want to get in a hot tub, but now... I don't wanna get in no funky-ass cum bucket. N***a fuck around and get pink eye. 'Cause you's a dirty ass bea-I-zee-itch.

Franklin: what?

(Franklin sprays himself with Deodorant while entering his house)