[Skit]
Person 1: Ay, my n***a, do you know this n***a?
Game: Who?
Person 1: This n***a right there, n***a
Game: Hell nah... Turn that mothafuckin' music down and pass me my mothafuckin' heat, blood. This n***a walk up on this mothafuckin' car, I'mma smoke his ass
(*car door opening*)
Game: What's brackin' n***a?
Person 2: Which one of you n***as fucking my bitch? Must be one of you Compton n***as...
Game: You must not know who the fuck you're talkin' to
Person 2: Whatchu gon' do, n***a?
(*gunshot*)