Chris
I tell y'all where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere. Fine ones, too.
Monster
Crenshaw, Sunday nights?
Chris
Nope.
Doughboy
Street racers on Florence?
Chris
Nah, ****. Y'all way off. I give y'all a hint: everybody's been there.
Monster
Where?
Doughboy
Where, ****? Spit it out.
Chris
The church.
Doughboy
Aw, shit. ****, please. Ain't nobody going to church to catch no bitches. I should roll your ass up off this porch with that stupid shit.
