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Evil E:
Yo, Ice, Man, we halfway done with the album, man. You been throwing' all this strong, dope, stupid, fly, pimp s**t, but what's up with the sex rhymes! You ain't thrown no sex rhymes yet, man. What's up with that?
Ice-T:
Yo, man. I didn't even want to really do none this year, man.
Evil E:
Yo1 Why you "ain't want to do none", man? t*ts, man. Sex, sex, sex, man, all that. We need some sex!
Ice-T:
(laughs) Man, I really wasn't about that, homes.
Evil E:
Not? C'mon, man, just throw one sex joint man for me and my boys, man, me and the man. The , man! Whassup?
Ice-T:
Oh, a-ight, Check this out, E, check this out: The other night I was out at this club, alright
Evil E:
Uh-huh, what happened? What Happened?
Ice-T:
I met this flyest freak. Crazy fly!
Evil E:
Word, she was dope?
Ice-T:
Dope. Had big-ol t*ts, right?
Evil E:
s**t! Big t*ts!
Ice-T:
Crazy t*ts and a big-ol' ass, right?
Evil E:
Word! Oh, s**t! So what happened?
Ice-T:
I fked her.