Superb - Woodrow the Basehead (Skit) lyrics

WOODROW: Hey, Brother Stark! GHOSTFACE: What up, ‘Dro? WOODROW: A-yo, what up, my motherf**in' n***a? GHOSTFACE: Ha, my n***a, what's that, it's my mother—ahhhhhhhhhh… WOODROW: Whoooooo! ... GHOSTFACE: What up, kid? WOODROW: A-yo, man, why y'all n***as playing me? ‘Cause Woodrow ain't never hurt no-motherf**in-body… GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] Ahhh, stop fakin'… WOODROW: Get these big n***as off me, man… GHOSTFACE: Ah, ‘Dro, you wild, ‘Dro. What up, G? WOODROW: A-yo, let me get two. Let me get two GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] C'mon, ‘Dro. You know I can't f** with you like that, ‘Dro, y'know dunn? WOODROW: I'm saying, man, I know y'all motherf**ers say cash rules everything around you, but crack rules everything around me, motherf**er! GHOSTFACE: Stop that, ‘Dro! Damn! WOODROW: Know what I'm sayin'? Now, like I said, I got nine dollars for yo' a**, know what I'm sayin'… you know, I come through— GHOSTFACE: ‘Dro ‘Dro ‘Dro, you got the most G in the world, ‘Dro, slow down, pard… Slow down. C'mon… C'mon, Dro-Dro! [BODYGUARDS chuckle] WOODROW: I'm sayin'! It ain't no motherf**in' game, n***a, I come through with the TV's… I come through with the VC— GHOSTFACE: Christmas tomorrow, man! Christmas tomorrow! WOODROW: And I'm gonna come through for y'all motherf**ers all over here! Stapleton, y'all n***as know how I do! And I'm from uptown, I don't even motherf**in' supposed to be around here, but I come around here, and I spread my motherf**in' love. Now I'm saying, give me two cracks, let me go on the roof, take my two— GHOSTFACE: Alright yo. Damn, man… C'mon, but you know… you're like fam, god… WOODROW:—and get on my sh**! GHOSTFACE: Alright, duke, C'mon ‘Dro, you like fam, man, I love you, man. I love you, man… C'mon ‘Dro! WOODROW: C'mon, man, the first is around the motherf**in' corner, just like you love the first, and when I see yo' a**, in front of that motherf**in' check cashing, n***a, you don't kiss me! n***a, you get your motherf**in' money, and keep steppin'. So let me get my motherf**in' crack, go get high and do my motherf**in' thing, and I'm motherf**in' leavin', motherf**er GHOSTFACE: God… damn, ‘Dro! [NERVOUS LAUGHTER] WOODROW: Come on, man, Come on! Brother Stark! GHOSTFACE: [PAUSE] Damn WOODROW: Look, see I always gotta go through this sh**, man… y'all n***as are supposed to be Big Willies, you actin' a little silly, motherf**er! GHOSTFACE: That ain't got nothin'…that ain't even got nothin' to do with it, ‘Dro, c'mon, ‘Dro WOODROW: C'mon, man! C'mon, man! GHOSTFACE: [LAUGHING] A yo, ‘Dro, slow the f** down. C'mon pard. You know I love you, though, God. What's wrong with you, man? WOODROW: A yo, tell these motherf**as to back up! These n***as all in my motherf**in' face— GHOSTFACE: Nah, those are—Those are my n***as, right there! Overseein'— WOODROW: [TURNS TO BODYGUARD] You think I don't carry a motherf**in' pistol, n***a? BODYGUARD: Ease up, ease up WOODROW: ‘Cause I'm a crackhead? GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, stop that, man. Stop that, man. See now, c'mon, baby… WOODROW: n***a, I got a motherf**in' nickel plated .380, I go down to my old lady house, man, I tell her, “Suzie, throw it out the window! Suzie!” GHOSTFACE: [NERVOUS LAUGH] Ay-yo, you wild WOODROW: Don't play with me, mother—[SUDDENLY, AS IF HE HEARD SOMETHING] “Sue!” GHOSTFACE: You wild, ‘Dro. Stop it, braw… WOODROW: Back the f** up, motherf**ers! GHOSTFACE: Nah it's all… it's all good. This is my, this is my n***a right here, this is ‘Dro WOODROW: Now… Brother Stark. All I want is two, man. That's all I want GHOSTFACE: Listen, man. I can't even do it like that… I can't even do it, no, on the real, ‘Dro, I'm tight, God. I can't do it like that. You know… c'mon, man. You like fam, God WOODROW: Look, see I'm gonna have to go see the motherf**in' Rastas, then! I see I'm gonna have to go see the motherf**in' Rastas! They let a motherf**er get it for seven! GHOSTFACE: Son, they just.. You wonder why… you wonder why them n***as keep lookin' at yo' a**, huh? f** with them n***as like that! WOODROW: [PAUSE] f** them, f** you, and f** this motherf**in' crack house! I'm out, motherf**ers! f** y'all motherf**ers! GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, don't disrespect my gate… don't disrespect it. Don't disrespect my gate like that WOODROW: I don't give a f—y'all won't let me get two for nine dollars. One motherf**in' dollar? GHOSTFACE: A yo ‘Dro… get the f** out the house. Get the f** out the gate, man. I'm about to knock you the f** out WOODROW: [LEAVING] Always want a motherf**er… get off me!