we stopped over at tasha and nene's house on the way here. >> peanut: man, them girls can drink. >> pookiehold on. cal, what is this? >> calvin: a poem. >> pookie: ohh! >> peanut: poem? >> pookie: oh, man. oh, this is terrible, shawty. "the first girl i ever loved... was tracie"? [ laughter ] >> peanut: okay, so, you mean to tell me you was like, "i love you, tracie," and she was like, "i don't even much like you"? >> calvin: dude, y'all are not helping. >> peanut: are you gonna keep the poem? >> pookie: look, cal, she turning you into a little punk, man. i don't know what happened to you, but that's why we here. come on. let's roll out. >> peanut: yeah, that's you. >> pookie: for real, dawg, we about to roll out. >> calvin: no, i don't want to go! >> pookie: hey, come on, man. we got to get you out of here, dawg. this ain't you. >> calvin: i'm -- i'm staying here. >> pookie: all right, look. well, beat this -- right? -- there is this strip club called the castle. p., tell him about the moroccan honey that work there. >> peanut: i don't know if she moroccan, but she got long hair, and she