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The phone rings, of course the ringtone is:


NELLY: Whaddup Dirrty?

NAS: Shiiid, son. I can't call it. What's good?

NELLY: Woodown Dirrty, shining up my J's. Got this album bout to drop, just shot this video.

NAS: Word? You get some fly clucks up in that bi**h? Tip Drill 2 nigga?

NELLY: Naw Dirrty, my ole' lady made me put her ass in that piece. You know how it is...

NAS: Who you tellin' son? Nigga my broad was all up in my damn joint. Then had me in her wack ass shit. I'm Queensbridge son, I don't even like milkshakes!

NELLY: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH...Wait, my grill fell out. Hold on Dirrty.

(Silence for a moment)

NELLY: Alright, I'm back.

NAS: What you say son?

NELLY: I'm back

NAS: Son, I can't hear you.

NELLY: Wait a minute (shifts) Can you hear me now Dirrty?

NAS: Yeah son, stay right there.

NELLY: Aiight. So Whodown Dirrty?

NAS: Ayy, son what you wearin' to that Much On Demand tapin?

NELLY: Dirrty! I thought was was rockin' white-t's? I just got mine out.

NAS: I know nigga but what, we doin' V neck or crew?

NELLY: DIRRTY! We said we was rockin....

CALL DROPS.