KRAYZIE BONE - The Messenger (Skit) lyrics

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[Restaurant Environment In The Background]

[Krayzie:] Aw Shit. Excuse me man, excuse me.

[Waiter:] Uh, yes sir?

[The Messenger:] Could you tell me where the payphone at in here, or somethin'?

[Waiter:] Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.

[The Messenger:] All right, thanks a

lot. Thank you, thank you.

[Waiter:] Oh, you're welcome sir.

[The Messenger:] Shit, it's a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaraunt. Know this muthafucka got the money, punk-muthafucka. Shit.

[Pick's up phone. Dialtone. Puts in

money and dials. It rings at the other end.] [Contact answers phone]

[Contact:] Hello?

[The Messenger:] Yeah, hello!

[Contact:] What's happenin'?

[Messenger:] Yeah, I'm in the muthafuckin' spot now, man.

[Contact:] He there?

[The Messenger:] I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got reservations.

[Contact:] All right, handle your business.

[The Messenger:] I think I see his broad comin' in right now.

[Contact:] Right on, Time.

[The Messenger:] So, don't worry about shit. I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaurant. I know this nigga got the muthafuckin' money. Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it. All right?

[Contact:] No mercy nigga.

[The Messenger:] All right.

[Hangs up phone]

[Broad:] Excuse me

[Waiter:] Uh, yes ma'am?

[Broad:] I have a reservation. It's for Jones.

[Waiter:] For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called, he said he is running late, but I am to seat you now.

[Broad:] Okay, thank you.

[Waiter:] Follow me this way. Here you go ma'am. Um, would you like to start with something to drink while

you wait?

[Broad:] Do you have a Chardonnay?

[Waiter:] Most certainly, coming right up. Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now. Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?

[Mr Jones:] Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?

[Broad:] Hi Baby.

[Mr Jones:] Hey, baby. Damn!

[Broad:] Baby, what took you so long? I been just waitin' and waitin'. This is a nice place.

[Mr Jones:] Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?

[Broad:] No, baby. I was waitin' on you. . . . Baby?

[Mr Jones:] What? What's happenin'?

[Broad:] That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.

[Mr Jones:] What dude?

[Broad:] You know him?

[Mr Jones:] What dude?

[Broad:] That guy over there

[Mr Jones:] Over where? Aw Shit!

[Broad:] Baby, whats wrong?

[Mr Jones:] Damn, don't worry about it! Jus' Damn! Just', just be cool, just be cool.

[Broad:] Baby, he's walkin' over here now!

Mr Jones:OH, Shit!!

[Broad:] Baby, he's, baby he's goin' in his jacket.

The Messenger:Message for Mr. Jones, Muthafucka!

[Broad:] OH, SHIT!!

[Amist a massive array of gunfire and commotion:]

[Mr Jones:] Cover your head

[The Messenger:] Punk muthafucka! Punk muthafucka! [Gunfire ceases.]

Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way! Get the fuck out my way!

[More gunfire.]

Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way. Get the fuck out my way.

[ByStander:] My leg! My leg!