The Best Lamar Davis Quotes

Lamar: I'm getting my money in the hood, I'm straight, fool. I'm cool!
Franklin: You cool? Cool what? Slinging dope and throwing up gang signs?

Simeon: This racist insulted me.
Lamar: What's up, foo? Who you callin' a nigga?
Jimmy: No, no, I'm not calling nobody a nigga.
Lamar: What the fuck?
Jimmy: I mean, N-word. I... that's not cool, man. I don't say that.
Lamar: You fuckin' right and you better keep it right.

Lamar: Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?
Franklin: Man, fuck you. I'll see you at work.
Lamar: Ah, nigga, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, nigga. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some bitches on your dick. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop fuckin' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fucking with. Nigga...
Franklin: What?

Lamar: [Lamar, Franklin and Trevor are cautiously approaching a house operated by a rival gang to buy drugs. A dealer approaches the door] Courier service. Package to collect.
Dealer: You got the grip?
Lamar: [Opens a duffel bag to reveal a large amount of money] Present and accounted for.
[the dealer slowly goes back inside]
Lamar: You like that, huh?
Dealer: [Re-emerges with a brick of cocaine] Sample?
Lamar: Now we talkin'!
[the dealer gives him a line of cocain off the edge of his knife, and Lamar snorts it with approval]
Lamar: Huh-huh-huh! My throat gettin' numb already!
Franklin: So we good, nigga, right? Well, let's go!
Trevor: How 'bout a taste?
Franklin: No, man! We leavin'!
Trevor: I want a taste of the other side of the brick.
Dealer: No, you heard what your boy said; you leavin'!
Trevor: [Reaches for the brick, which the dealer tries to pull away] Hey, gimme, gimme that! Gimme that... back!
[They snap the brick in half, revealing it's filled with drywall]
Trevor: Woah...
Franklin: What the fuck?
Trevor: [Furious] Did we ask for a key... or a fucking ounce?
Lamar: Man, that's motherfuckin' drywall!
Dealer: [to hidden thugs] Hey, we got some motherfucking buyer's remorse out here!
[Hides in the house]
Trevor: You can't fucking hustle a hustler!