Secretary: this is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring]
Sec: last chance records, may i help you?
Oh, what's up girl! young nigga came over last night, and guess what.
He was a busta. but hold on a second.
Excuse me, may i help you?
Poison: yeah, i wanna see chester, i got an appointment with him.
Sec: won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly.
[door opens]
Sec: mr johnson, your 2:30 is here.
Mr j: eh, send him in. damn, your showing a little good today girl.
Sec: mr johnson will see you now.
Mr j: he heey! come on in here boy, see i told you you was goin' be
A star, didn't i?
P: man, fuck being a star, i want some motherfucking money man, you ow
Me
Some money.
Mr j: man, money! wha???
P: man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin'
About!
Mr j: let me...
P: fuck that!
[gun shot]
Mr j: aaooww! you didn't have to shoot me...
P: yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! it's too late for that shit!
[ 7 gun shots]
Sec: aaaw, you shot mr johnson!
[2 gunshots]
P: shut up, bitch!
