boyfriend: pick it up, pick it up
eve: relax, dawg. (h*llo?, h*llo?)
boyfriend: pick it up, you don抰 be picking up the phone when i抦 around lately
when i抦 around all the time lately and all that sh*t, man. sh*t going to your
head and all that- don抰 forget where the f**k you came from.
eve: yeah, n*gg* and not from you, relax.
boyfriend: you know what?
boyfriend: e gonna have to talk about this later?
eve: (whispers) he on his period, yo. (huh, nah, i抦a hit you back, i抦a hit you
back, i抦a hit you right back. aight, yeah)
boyfriend: what you say, what you say, what you say? who that you talking all
crazy on the phone to- who was that?
eve: oh my god! why is you trippin? d*mn we go through this every f**king night!
boyfriend: what do you mean 揺very night you don抰 pick up the phone sometimes,
you hiding and sh*t. who was that on the phone?
eve: dawg, i抦 a busy woman!
boyfriend: you 揳 busy ever since you can back from california you all
hollywood and sh*t, diva sh*t and all that. every time i gotta go through all
of this with you! you ain抰 been acting like that!
eve: n*gg* is you for real? no that抯 you! you acting like a girl, dawg. why is
you acting like a broad?
boyfriend: hold on, hold onå “irst of all, watch your mouth.
boyfriend: talking all crazy and everything like i抦 acting n*gg* give you a
little extra attention, you start acting like a n*gg* stressing you and all
that too much.
eve: you know what? keep your attention, dawg… please! i get enough attention.
boyfriend: oh, keep my attention? see all that sh*t
eve: yeah! and in a matter of fact- roll out!
boyfriend: roll out?
boyfriend: well, f**k it匢抦 rolling then!