A Heated Music Argument and a Grammy Prediction

What's up, baby? That's my shit. Play that.

Look at that push back. Yeah, that shit is hot. Push back line.

What's that? No, you not. You just- Oh, yeah, you wanna hate .

You ain't got no skills. You talking about your five hits.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, you, man. All right, cool. Listen, for real, though.

Don't act like me. Oh, you know what? Uh, if you was somebody, you'd be sitting there and I'd be talking to you. you, man.

Check it out. Hey, hey, Shakerre, hold on.

Joe. Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. This is- I know ... gonna be funny 'Cause see, in a minute you'll be working for a guy who's working for me.

Joe. Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. This is- I know ... gonna be funny 'Cause see, in a minute you'll be working for a guy who's working for me.

Uh-oh. Listen, man. Look at that shorty right there.

You play that, me and you, we walk down that Grammy road together, or you can diss me and I win the Grammy while you sitting in the audience watching me.

He win the Grammy? Yeah, yes. What? What Grammy?

The Grammys. The Grammys. Yeah, you can hate on me now.

Like, you know, I sent that out, I sent that out to everybody.

I sent it out to, like, uh, Fetty, sent it out to Dre, sent it out to Paula Abdul.

All them hated on me, right? But now I know why.

'Cause they scared. Scared about who's next. Me.

Hm. You ain't scared, is you? Don't be no bitch-ass like these niggas here.

You lucky my man right here is real cool.

DJ- 'Cause I come over this table. DJ twerk. And do what?

DJ twerk. We'd soon. While you twerk. We'd have to find that out if my man wasn't so- If he wasn't so close ... cool. And holding you back.

I said cool, you said close. Oh, okay.