House Party

Pop:
You remind me of a place called Straight Off a Cop's Ass. You're making me homesick.

Pop:
The only f***ing disturbance is you MESSING WITH ME!

Bilal:
Kick your b*tch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment! I'm the DJ.

LaDonna:
B*tch? Who you callin' a b*tch? Your mama's a sorry b*tch.

Bilal:
Hey, my mama ain't no b*tch.

LaDonna:
If I'm a b*tch, your mama's a b*tch.

Bilal:
Hey, I'll kick your ass. I'll fight a girl.

Play:
N*ggers ain't breakin' my mama's good stuff, let 'em f*** with this plastic.

Pop:
I don't give a damn if Marvin Gaye 'gonna be there, you wont!

Pop:
Ya know, with all that jerry curl juice you got in your hair, you better not ever commit a crime! The police won't have any problem finding you! "Follow the drip, follow the drip!"

Stab:
Yo, I'l put my foot so far up yo ass you be shittin' sneaker for a month

Pop:
I gotta get this fan fixed. It's so hot in here, I could'a sworn I saw the Devil sittin' in the living room.

Pop:
I'm from a small town called "Fresh Off a Cop's Ass", and you're making me homesick.

Kid:
Wave your hands in the air, everybody!

Kid:
I wish I could come out and play with you tonight, but I'm a little busy... with your girl on my lap.

George Clinton:
I might cry two tears in a bucket. F*** it. Let's take it to the stage.

Stab:
Who got a light?

Stab:
Who got a light?

Cop #2:
How about a Bud Light?

Zilla:
After getting beat up by those cops, I"m about ready to whip somebody's ass.

Pee Wee:
And were gonna kick your f***ing ass!

Pop:
(to Kid while holding belt) I'm gonna get that ASS!