Hey, dis' is da' ghetto chipmunk. 'n I'm here to tell you that 'chu better recognize hoe!
I might just have to kick yo' ass in to da' next week if you try 'n front
what I'm talkin' about.
Word
Rraaaapp. Damn nigga! - I think dat shit registered on da' Richter scale. hehehehe - Richter scale, I got your Richter scale right here you hoe lickin' two timin, two dolla' suckin' foo! - foo? Foo? Oh what you think you Mr. T now? I'm gonna get 'chu foo. Hehehehaha. - man, fuck you nigga' I'll kick you in'ta next week like da' two dolla' hoe you is. Or more like, two-dollar hoe yo' momma is. - oh no you didn't just call my momma a two-dollar hoe. - yea, I did just call yo' momma a two-dolla' hoe, just like yo' sista' too. ehehahaha. - man fuck dis' nigga, I don't need none of yo' shit. - alright den nigga, go ahead, leave, yo' ass smell funny anyway. Hehhehh.
Rraaappp
Hey gringo
Bitch, if yo' ass wouldn't a been such a hoe, sleepin' around wit every other mother fuckin man that came around, 'n getting some jungle bootie lovin every time you heard the word "sex". 'n getting' up 'n partyin' n' drinkin 'n shit 'n thinkin yo so goddamn pretty 'n beautiful. 'n dat' every motha fucka loves you. ya' know what you can do? You might'a been smart or somethin', you could go ta' college 'n get a degree, but naaww your just plain 'ole stupid. Know what I'm sayin?
West side!
Damn nigga! Dat' nigga be rippin up some shit. Know what I'm sayin? Damn
uhh
(breathing in 'n out) Luke
Look at me everybody. I'm a little ballerina. Hey, I'm a little ballerina!
(pretend banjo sound) rrraaaaappp. Yea
