(phone rings)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up

Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)

Boyfriend: Pick it up, you donæ#138#° be picking up
the phone when Iæ#138#¦ around lately
when Iæ#138#¦ around all the time lately and all that
shit, man. Shit going to your
head and all that- donæ#138#° forget where the fuck you came from.

Eve: Yeah, nigga and not from you, relax.

Boyfriend: You know what?

Eve: (sighs)What?

Boyfriend: e gonna have to talk about this later?

Eve: (Whispers) He on his period,
yo. ( Huh, nah, Iæ#138#¦a hit you back, Iæ#138#¦a hit you
back, Iæ#138#¦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?
Damn we go through this every fucking night!

Boyfriend: What do you mean æ#143#ºvery night#127#you
donæ#138#° pick up the phone sometimes,
you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone?

Eve: Dawg, Iæ#138#¦ a busy woman!

Boyfriend: You æ#143#³ busy#127# ever since you can
back from California you all
Hollywood and shit, Diva shit and all that.
Every time I gotta go through all
of this with you! You ainæ#138#° been acting like that!

Eve: Nigga is you for real?
No thatæ#138#¯ you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why is
you acting like a broad?

Boyfriend: Hold on, hold onå#141##148#irst of all, watch your mouth.

Eve: What?

Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like Iæ#138#¦
acting#127#nigga give you a
little extra attention, you start acting like a nigga
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 shit#127#
Eve: Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out!

Boyfriend: Roll out?

Eve: Yeah!

Boyfriend: Well, fuck itå#140#¢æ#138#¦ rolling then!