- I got to give it up.
You got a team captain that's all the way turnt.
She ready, she making noise in the industry
from the internet to the stage.
Singer, song-writer, producer, rapper,
Doja Cat. What's up.
(audience cheering )
Where are yo pants at?
Where are your pants?
- I don't need them, I got stuff to show.
- You're performing for us later, right queen?
- Yes I am.
- All right, y'all keep it going for Doja Cat.
Y'all give it up for Doja Cat over there on New School.
Y'all make some noise for the OJ, the legend,
Big Daddy Kane.
He about to play a classic y'all.
It's called Talking Spit Spit.
Oh yeah, y'all know it, y'all love it.
We're going to have some Wild 'N Out girls
bring out some chairs, some buckets, and some water
and myself and queen Doja Cat gone have a seat right here
and fill our mouths up with water,
and each team member is going to get the opportunity to make
us laugh so hard that we spit the water.
The team that makes you spit the most wins the game.
Queen Doja Cat, his throne awaits you.
- New School, wild out.
- Yeah,
Nick, bruh.
I don't know if you know this,
but it's big guy season right now.
And Lizzo has inspired me to love my body.
- So nice.
So Nick, the longer you hold that water in,
the more clothes Imma take off.
(audience cheering)
- Spit! Spit!
He's in his drawers!
(ding)
- Oh, no shit! Nick, Nick!
(ding)
(audience cheering)
- Oh my god!
Ahhh!
Such an odd defense.
Ah, my god!
(audience laughing)
(microphone drops)
(audience cheering and laughing)
- All right, hey, hey, Nick.
Um, I couldn't come up with any jokes for this game.
So actually DC wrote me some jokes.
(audience laughing)
- Did she spit?
(ding)
- Ahhh!
(ding)
(audience laughing)
- Oh!
(audience cheering)
- Damn, Doja Cat, you thicker than a kindergarten pencil.
(ding)
Big Mack, you shaped like a dirty mattress.
- Let's go, clap it up.
- Make some noise, y'all.
- Okay, Nick. We're gonna play Never Have I Ever.
If you have done it, you have to spit the water out.
Never have I ever got an Oscar?
I thought you got one for Drum Line. Fuck, okay.
Never have I ever wanted to have sex with me, Simone?
(spitting out water)
(ding)
That was easy, anyway.
- Big Mack, you left your neck beard.
Doja, I, um, I heard, I heard you date white dudes.
So, the longer you keep that water in your mouth,
the more clothes Imma take off.
(audience cheering)
(dinging)
(horn blaring)
- Y'all make some noise for Doja Cat.
(audience cheering)
Who won?
- It doesn't happen often, but, uh,
Doja Cat spit the most so the Old School wins.
Make some noise for the Old School, y'all.
- Everybody on they feet. DJ, take us out.
(audience chanting)
- ATL, turn up!
- Turn up for what?
- Cause I made a track last night with Nick, uh,
but I deleted it, ah!
(beat playing)
(ding)
- Hi, ATL, turn up!
- Turn up for what?
- I got fired from Wild 'N Out,
but I got a job at Blue Flame
as the accountant.
Now I'm cutting checks, bitch.
- Okay, ATL, turn up.
- Turn up for what?
Because this season Imma get all the camera time,
cause my sugar daddy is the camera man!
- That's you, that's you.
- I love you, bae.
- That's you, that's you.
Uh, put that back in your mouth.
- All right, ATL, turn up!
- Turn up for what?
- Because I got a big-ass dic-
- tionary that I've been using at the house
and I've been learning a lot of new words.
- Knowledge is key.
- Like multitude, and all types of stuff like that.
- Education?
(crickets chirping)
- How dare you give me crickets for knowledge.
Big as your head is, that don't make no sense.
(audience laughing)
- Alright, ATL, turn up.
- Turn up for what?
- Cause last night I went to the club
and I actually danced on beat. Hit it.
(audience cheering)
(ding)
- White man tells you what ya do, and you did it.
- Atlanta, turn up.
- Turn up for what?
- Cause I used to didn't like big girls,
but after seeing Lizzo's ass,
I like girls with the same body as me.
(crickets chirping)
That's my body. She got the same body as me.
- Hold on, hold on. ATL, turn up.
- Turn up for what?
- Cause I know these clowns calling me a cow,
but I'm still here milking the game.
(beat playing) (audience cheering)
(dinging) (horn blaring)
- DJ D-Wrek, who won that game, man?
- I got, it was close,
but I got to give that to the New School.
Make some noise for the New School, y'all.
I said New School. New School.
- You know what time it is, you know what time it is.
- Whatever, I don't know what game y'all playing.
DJ D-Wrek, take us out, man.
(music and chanting)
Uh, cuh, cuh, cuh, yeah, yeah, uh.
Uh, all right, Sky gone step on me, I'll do it again.
- I'll go first, come on.
- I gotta stay fly-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I'm so fresh to death, I might die, da-die.
And you looking like an angel, no lie, la-lie.
So let me up in that Heaven, so I could touch the sky.
(audience oohing)
- All right. Okay.
- Me, Simone.
- Oh, wait, wait.
- Me, Simone!
- Hold on, okay.
- Yuh, you as hairy as a man,
the way you looking you could be your own boyfriend.
(audience oohing) (ding)
- You made a song about a calendar,
you think you the bomb. Ay, yo, Nick,
chicken heads, they belong on the farm.
(audience cheering)
- Doja Cat, here's something you won't believe.
I went backstage and found the rest of your weave.
(ding)
And I got loot, if she don't want to use it for her head,
put it on your boots.
(audience cheering)
- Kiss my ass!
(ding)
- Yeah, these shitheads, every time I see you I say damn,
you look like the blue monster from Space Jam.
- Oh!
(ding)
Monstars.
- Okay. All right, cheddar's out.
Look, Space Jam, now that ain't white.
that's why you look like a fake-ass Gucci white.
(audience laughing) (ding)
- Gucci white's fine.
- But don't she look like the fake version?
- DJ, will you cut the beat for me?
(audience oohing)
Ah? You know I can't catch the beat. Ah, ah, Chico, hi.
Chico, I know why you slow
cause your head is shaped like a Idaho potato.
(buzzer)
- I had to cut the beat for that?
- Yeah!
(beat playing)
- That was very funny.
Hey, come here, baby.
Hey.
Yeah. I'm Chico Bean and I'm known to get cash.
I got a Idaho potato,
you got them stuffed in your ass.
(ding) (audience cheering)
(dinging) (horns sounding)
- So that is it in this disgusting Wildstyle.
DJ D-Wrek, who won?
- I got to give that to the Black Squad,
so make some noise for the Black Squad!
(beat playing)
- Uh, cuh, cuh, yeah, yeah, ay.
Doja, Doja, ya know I wanna toke ya.
Roll ya up, fuck it, and smoke ya.
Yeah, glad you came to get wild,
but the rest of your squad look like Black & Milds.
(audience laughing) (ding)
Especially DC, he look like the strawberry one.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Old McDonald had a farm
- E, I, E, I, O.
- Old McDonald had a farm,
you coming at him but you rap like a mom.
Why you always dressing like a genie?
Will Smith did that, that's his job.
(ding)
- Come here, Big Mack. Come here, Big Mack.
Ay, yo, Atlanta, I've been a boss.
I bet these keys open up every Krispy Kreme in Kennesaw.
- All right.
Stop laughing, that shit ain't funny.
Here we go.
Listen, Hitman, dog, we about to get a little real.
If you really look at him,
don't he look like he was Little Bill?
- I got it, I got it, I got it.
What's up, big man?
I see you repping something, but something on your chin.
Nah, the second one.
(audience laughing)
(ding)
How you doing?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on. Hold up.
Listen, you a legend,
I don't care how many hits that you had.
Don't he look like Idris Elba's dad?
(audience cheering)
(ding)
- Yeah, okay, no, no, no, no, no. No, no.
Every time I come off the top with the table,
this dude's Old Testament but Kane is not able.
Off the top every time that I rock it,
your hair is really red, your face is ugly,
that's the topic.
Hitman, say you rolling with the pump,
your teeth are so white they probably voted for Trump.
(audience cheering)
(ding)
- Justina, always sound like you got sand in your mouth.
I give you props, growing up you was the man of the house.
And Conceited, I won't say that you're short,
I will say miniature golf is your favorite sport.
And by the way, Kane, I got something to say.
How was it performing at Jesus' birthday?
(audience laughing) (ding)
It was lit, right?
- All right, Tim, hold on, man.
Ay, yo, DJ D-Wrek.
- Yeah, what up, man?
- Cut the beat.
(horns blaring)
Everything you eat will always be the fried part,
you so fat you got kicked out of math class
for trying to eat the pi chart.
(audience laughing) (ding)
Doja Cat, you being here makes me actually happy.
But you got the same thighs as Squidward
when he ate all the Krabby Patties.
(audience cheering) (ding)
(dinging) (horns blaring)
- Yo, DJ D-Wrek, who won?
- It was super close, but I gotta give it to the Old School.
Make some noise for the Old School, y'all.
(upbeat music)