De nada. Glad I could help.

In reply to this comment by eric3579:
Thanks so much for the fix. Much appreciated.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Say dude, I don't know what the deal is with this video of yours:

http://www.videosift.com/video/Dave-Chappelle-on-MTV-cribs

But I don't see any video, and I get a message from Adblock saying that it's trying to open a pop-up window. If it needs to be replaced, you can grab the embed here:

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/f916a3fa23/dave-chappelle-mtv-cribs-from-southernman

Thanks so much for the fix. Much appreciated.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Say dude, I don't know what the deal is with this video of yours:

http://www.videosift.com/video/Dave-Chappelle-on-MTV-cribs

But I don't see any video, and I get a message from Adblock saying that it's trying to open a pop-up window. If it needs to be replaced, you can grab the embed here:

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/f916a3fa23/dave-chappelle-mtv-cribs-from-southernman

Say dude, I don't know what the deal is with this video of yours:

http://www.videosift.com/video/Dave-Chappelle-on-MTV-cribs

But I don't see any video, and I get a message from Adblock saying that it's trying to open a pop-up window. If it needs to be replaced, you can grab the embed here:

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/f916a3fa23/dave-chappelle-mtv-cribs-from-southernman

Wow, if he gets that worked up over a little bug (no it wasn't big), I'd hate to see him if some teen broke into his house, oop's I meat "Crib".

Where I live, one week a year, the June-bugs all come out, 4x the size of that bug, there are thousands of them. You sit in the house and all you can hear it them bouncing against your windows..., bang, bang, bang all evening. They only come out at night in the dark. You learn after the first night, not to leave your outside lights on cause they gather and then you can't open the door without letting a bunch of then in. But hey..., the kids like them and they are cool. for the next week after, you keep finding all the dead ones that snuck in and all the ones on the porch that the cat or dog got. The cats and dogs, play with them until they stop moving, then go get anther one!

Tags for this video have been changed from 'college humor' to 'entomophobia, hood, crib, magic wipe, suburbia' - edited by xxovercastxx

The most disturbing thing I found was the baby-in-crib music playing in the background.

It's as if they recorded music right off a baby's musical mobile!

That music juxtaposed against that dialog was just terrible!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, uh, to the westside, yeah, c'mon, to the
eastside,
c'mon c'mon, to the northside, yeah Fat Joe in the house, to the
southside,
Whiz
One in the house, to my man Showbiz in the house, huh, aiiiyo bust
it...
Ya see I skip to my loo like Napolean at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell ya what I'm gonna do
I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
I shoot it like a jammy-in
Girls, get the panty-ins
Even wit a fanny and I might win a Grammy-in
Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope
See I'll neva mope 'cause ya know my shit is dope
Like Columbian fish scale, ask my man Ishmael
(Diamond D got props like a cop) aaahhhh
Or betta yet DT 'cause brothas can't see me
Even ya girl says ya got a small wee wee
Now ya wanna go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo chill!!)
Don't worry bout it 'cause I paid her back, (you know I)
Took her to the rest then I laid her back
I go on and on like popcorn
Wit da butter, aiiiyaayyaayyayo
I used to stutter
But I fall on track-in, some may say I'm wack-in
Fact, but in fact, I'm not any of that black
See I'm the best kept secret
So shut da fuck up and peep it

Cock d, ***trees in forests???***
Rapper tries ta 'cause I crush da muthafucka!!

Yeah, 'cause I'm the best kept secret
So shut the fuck up and peep it
Ya see I write my own rhymes, produce my own shit
Yeah boy, I ain't the one ta fuck wit (nope)
I'll take a beat and I'll flip it
Wit so much flava, niggaz wanna sip it
But that's cool 'cause they know I got skills
Let me demonstrate I you will, ahem
Rock is my man and
So is Dapper Dan and
I'll shake a hand and
Don't try ta flam
Or front like a stunt who wants the cunt
I only hit grand slams, neva will I bunt
Bases are loaded, bottom of the ninth
I step to the plate 'cause I know my shit is great
I can't walk down a street
(Aiiyo Diamond, can you make me a beat)
Ya gotta have cheese
About a couple o' g's, huh
But if I know ya, I might just throw ya
A li'l somethin on the side troop
A funky bass line and a hype loop
I got a thousand old records in my crib
I used to hustle but I neva did a bid
Some people call me Jo Jo
I keep a low pro
Non-stop props, so act like you know bro
Pass me a mic and I'mma keep it
Yeah boy, I'm the best kept secret

Yo, I'm deadlier than Michael Myers
My style will embrace you like a pair of pliers
But don't sweat it G, why don't'cha let it be
'Cause Diamond D is a pedigree
In other words I'm official
I neva go out like a wet piece of tissue
Ruff and rugged
Stronger than Bounty
New York is the city, Bronx is the county
Learn from the best so the rest just fest
Now I'm gettin booked at the Philmore West
Or either in the village so kill it skillet
Ya ask ya'self
Will it eva cease?
'Cause Diamond's sharp as a crease
I only use bees wax, I'll neva use grease
On my dreads but instead if you want some kicks
Step to the mic I'm an 8 to 1 pick
You reap what you sow and I can reap it
Yo I'm the best kept secret

[Talking]
Holden Street
Dean Street
click clack, Presidents
Nostrand Ave
DP's, Orange Ave
RBG's, T-Town
Who Wanna Ride, Brooklyn
Come on, Come on

[Rapping]
Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain
got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name
and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper
we been livin' in the dark since April
on the candle, gotta get a handle
my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid
we gon' order take out, when we see the driver
we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride
steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside
one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor
til' we see the dominoes car headlights
white boy in the wrong place at the right time
soon as the car door open up he mine
we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes
you know what this is a stick up
gimme the dough, from the pick up
you ran into the wrong niggas
we runnin down the block hot with these stack of boxes boxes
so we split up and met back at the apartment

Hell Yeah
yo ain't you hungry my nigga
hell yeah
you wanna get paid my nigga
hell yeah
ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga
hell yeah, (well lets ride then) hell yeah

I know a way we can get paid
you can get down but you can't be afraid
let's go to the DMV and get a ID
the name says you but the face is me
now it's yo' turn take my paperwork
like 1,2,3 let's make it work
then fill out out the credit card application
then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin'
for American Express, Discover card
Platinum Visa Mastercard
cuz when we was boothed and shit then we was targets
now we just walk right up and say charge it
to the game we rockin' brand names
well known at department store chains
even got the boys in the crew a few thangs
Po Po never know who to true blame
store after store ya' know we kept rollin'
wait two weeks report the card stolen
repeat the cycle like a laundrymat
like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch
comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags
we can take 'em right back and get the cash
yeah, get a friend and do it again
damn right that's how we pay the rent

Hell yeah

Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle
We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive
[x2]

I know a caper
we can get some government paper
ya' know food stamps, can we really do that
hell yeah right there for the takin'
fuck welfare we say reparations
Ya' know the grind
get up early get on the line and just wait
everybody on break
that's part of the game and when they call your name
Miss caseworker lemme state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, time is hard
about hopeless, but I gotta eat regardless
no family to run to I'm 22
now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
my sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was in emergency
and when I came to the crib niggas couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries

Every job I ever had I had to get
on the first day I find out how to pimp the system
two steps ahead of the manager
gettin' over on the regular tax-free money out the register
and when I'm workin' late night stockin boxes
I'm creepin' their merchandises
Don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
and takin' all day long to mop the kitchen
shit, we ain't gettin paid commission, minimum wage
modern day slave conditions
got me flippin' burgers with no power
can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of livin'
I got mouths to feed dog I gotsa' get it

Hell Yeah
You down to roll my nigga
Hell Yeah
You ready to get your hands dirty my nigga
Hell Yeah
Your momma need money and thangs my nigga
Hell Yeah, Well let's ride then, Hell Yeah

If you claimin' gangsta
Then bang on the system, and show that you ready to ride
Til' we get our freedom
We got to get over, we steady on the grind
[x2]

Cool. But all pale before Redman's...

http://www.videosift.com/video/Redman-Shows-MTV-His-Fly-Crib

Moose in the headlights!!

--cribbed from aretheyinsane.org

You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,
lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a
mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick
sweatin` me for money, my name and the dilsnick
my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
she used to say I`d better quit hanging with those derelects
romancing is my thing but I can`t swing with no scheming hoes
wherever my beema goes you know that I`m driving
surviving in the 90`s is a must so I trust
that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends
it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends
she phones me and goes on about her new life now
I wish she knew right now
I think she`s busted let`s discuss it
when I was with her no trust, just fights
just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights
bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll
but I`m still gettin` crazy calls, my ex-girl`s got balls
don`t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin` at home base
don`t gimme no long face just exit with a grace
you and I are the past, c`est la vie, much respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m on with the next girl

she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear
liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire
the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief
from her high-classed antics and all her conceit
now she`s crying wolf and I like don`t wanna hear that
I told her the bear facts when things started out
she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad
yo but she`d tried to buy me
even tempt me with the hiney
I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly
I could almost feel I
would give into her whims
her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
you and I are the past, c`est la vie, nuff respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m straight with the next girl

you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number
you asked how`s my sister then asked how`s my brother
didn`t ask about my father cuz you know he ain`t like ya
every time I left for your crib yo he`d really get hyper
the advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can`t believe I used to let you break my confidence down
you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?
you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin`
yes darlin` was fly and this was the problem
cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin`
to get her things to wear so when she went to the club
all eyes were on her and me I just bugged
caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker
had to go undercover, get away, find another
been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too
I`ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one
and you know they still love me so stop jellin` me hon
went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop
must I stop? nah I think not
you and I are the past c`est la vie, much respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl & I`m out with the next girl
out...

>> ^quantumushroom:
If you ever wonder why no one takes you seriously, it's this. This is why.
You got a 'P' next to your handle. I was annoying libs 'round here when you were in your crib shitting yellow mustard.
Raz me over pointing out a rather blatant "subliminal" sticker, which could just as easily have been out of the shot? Go back and count the number of anti-Fox sifts--no matter the content--and tell me with a straight face how I'm being nitpicky. HA.
ACLU? With its anti-religion agenda based on a fraudulent interpretation of the 1st Amendment, it's been making many people's lives miserable over nothing for decades. What do I care that this doof has been inconvenienced by the Big Government he craves? So has the "reporter"! Imagine a reporter with terminal cancer reporting on terminal cancer victims.
BTW, the misleading title of this sift makes one believe the TSA deliberately singled out the CNN reporter because he described them in an unflattering light, yet he has NO evidence, only an implication, kind of like "Bush lied." No evidence of a crime, therefore no impeachment.
Since over one milion people are also on the list "by accident", we can conclude they're all liberals working for the ACLU and/or CNN.


Wow! QM, I'm impressed. Reading that, you actually sounded reasonable and unprovocative. I think that's the first time I've actually seen some logic showing through in your arguments. Not that it hasn't been there all along, just nice to see it. Cheers! (no snark intended)

If you ever wonder why no one takes you seriously, it's this. This is why.

You got a 'P' next to your handle. I was annoying libs 'round here when you were in your crib shitting yellow mustard.

Raz me over pointing out a rather blatant "subliminal" sticker, which could just as easily have been out of the shot? Go back and count the number of anti-Fox sifts--no matter the content--and tell me with a straight face how I'm being nitpicky. HA.

ACLU? With its anti-religion agenda based on a fraudulent interpretation of the 1st Amendment, it's been making many people's lives miserable over nothing for decades. What do I care that this doof has been inconvenienced by the Big Government he craves? So has the "reporter"! Imagine a reporter with terminal cancer reporting on terminal cancer victims.

BTW, the misleading title of this sift makes one believe the TSA deliberately singled out the CNN reporter because he described them in an unflattering light, yet he has NO evidence, only an implication, kind of like "Bush lied." No evidence of a crime, therefore no impeachment.

Since over one milion people are also on the list "by accident", we can conclude they're all liberals working for the ACLU and/or CNN.

Might I suggest the tag say "Monkey" not "Money."

I mean I'm sure the monkey is a baller, but this isn't his episode of cribs so my guess is you meant "Monkey."

edit: Fixed =)

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

Cribbed from a fantastic song:
http://www.videosift.com/video/Spinal-Tap-Big-Bottom

In reply to this comment by swampgirl:
LOL!

In reply to this comment by dag:
The bigger the cushions, the sweeter the pushin- or so I have read.

I love her each weekday - each velvety cheek day ...