Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 24)

(albüm: Trapped In The Closet: Chapters 23–33 - 2012)

[Twan:]
Damn!

[Men:]
Oh!

[Twan:]
You see that dunk? Nigga, that shit was off the chain! Now that's what I'm taking about, looks like your boy Twan is about to get paid!

[Man:]
Nigga, go head-on

[Twan:]
Tell 'em, Sylvester! That shit was furious!

[Sylvester:]
Nigga, you see this razor to my head? You better back up, it ain't that serious

[Twan:]
Oh, my bad

[Sylvester:]
Now, man, sit down, T., and talk to me, what was that shit you was saying to me about a mysterious phone call?

[Narrator:]
While Twan sits down in a chair and gives Sylvester what he calls the script, let's take it out to the streets where Pimp Lucius is with his hoes on the strip

[Pimp Lucius:]
Hu-hu-hu-huddle. I say, b-b-b-b-b-bitches, huddle. L-listen to me, now... Ah, somebody grab Nocea... ("Come on, Nocea") ...and turn her ass around. ("This way, girl") Now, Pimp Lucius is at a loss, and somebody gotta pay the cost. One of you bitches been coming up sh-sh-short.
A-a-and I ain't no dummy. Bitch better have my m-mm-mmmm... Shit! Y'all know what I'm saying. Y'all gon' m-m-m-mess around and make me slap y'all ass like I did Tina, and I ain't playing
"Somebody better talk to me"

[Narrator:]
Whoa, meanwhile, between while, let's go back to the barbershop, where the game is over and Twan done won, and it looks like he done won a lot

[Sylvester:]
Well, my man, how much is it gon' be?

[Twan:]
Hold on, Sylvester, you ain't gotta pay for nothing, G

[Sylvester:]
Hmm?

[Twan:]
'Cause I got you and me, yeah... fools

[Narrator:]
Now Sylvester and Twan is leaving up out the barbershop, continuing the conversation about the mysterious phone call that they both got

[Twan:]
So I'm like, "How much I'm I getting paid?" You know what I'm sayin'?

[Sylvester:]
After that, what did they say?

[Twan:]
Man, they was on some old "Answer a couple questions about some people..."

[Sylvester:]
Wait, did they say my name?

[Twan:]
Man, no. Why?

[Sylvester:]
'Cause I got the same phone call; some guy

[Twan:]
Yeah, sound kinda like he funny

[Sylvester:]
Yup

[Twan:]
But I don't care, as long as I get this money, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Sylvester:]
Nigga, you already know... wait a minute

[Twan:]
What?

[Sylvester:]
Aw, look at this here

[Twan:]
What?

[Sylvester:]
Pimp Lucius

[Pimp Lucius:]
You know I gets my pimping on...

[Twan:]
Oh, shit, ain't that your dude?

[Pimp Lucius:]
Yeah, I be pimping all these hoes...

[Sylvester:]
Fool, that was way back in high school

[Pimp Lucius:]
You knows I get my pimp... Wait. Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait-wait. Sylvester, is that you-you-you-you-you?

[Sylvester:]
What up, Lucius?

[Pimp Lucius:]
That's Pimp... Lucius! Don't get it twisted

[Twan:]
Man, he can call you whatever the hell he wants...

[Sylvester:]
Twan...

[Pimp Lucius:]
Ain't nobody talking to you, Macho Man

[Twan:]
Man, you Don Juan knock-off, man, I will bust a cap in your...

[Sylvester:]
Twan...

[Pimp Lucius, taking crane stance:]
Waaaaaaahhh...! You don't want none of this, motherfucker. I will kick your face off, hit you in your face with your face, nigga

[Sylvester:]
Twan...

[Pimp Lucius:]
Now, back up

[Sylvester:]
Twan, let me holler at you

[Twan:]
Ooh...

[Pimp Lucius:]
Yeah, that's right, you better tell him. I'm a pimp, never been a wimp!

[Ho:]
Daddy, are you okay?

[Pimp Lucius:]
D-d-d-don't touch my arm, bitch, you're gon' make me lose my balance

[Twan:]
Ooh, Sylvester, man, I started to...

[Sylvester:]
You started to what? Catch another case? Now, what did you promise me? (Twan sighs) What did you promise me?

[Twan:]
All right, all right, all right... I was gon' chill

[Sylvester:]
That's right

[Pimp Lucius:]
L-l-l-look like they about to kiss or something

[Twan:]
Man, I will...

[Sylvester:]
Now, man, never mind that fool. Besides, I'm hungry, let's go get a meal, on you

[Twan:]
Hmm?

[Sylvester:]
What? You the one with all the money

[Twan:]
Yeah, but I paid for your haircut

[Sylvester:]
Yeah, I'ma call you Donald Trump right now

[Twan:]
Yeah, Sylvester, you real funny...