What'chu talmbout? Yeah it's like dis playboi, I'm here wit my pops, he thinks I cleaned up. I said "Damn, Pops, you know, it's hard out here in the streets, I gave up all dat rappin' business", but I didn't. You know how it is, gutta-gutta fam for life, homie. Yeah, this playa, we gon' take him for all his all his skrilla, all his guac, George Zimmerman lookin' muthafucka. Yo, this for Trayvon, baby, we gon' do dis. I'm drinkin' on dat good stuff, you know, dat stuff dat get you slizzurped, you know I'm sayin? Like this right? Like this right here, I told my teacher "Yo, BITCH, fuck you!" Cuz I wrote a lil rap. Here's a rap I wrote in high school, you wanna hear this shit? "Yo imma kill the principal, and kill the teachers." I got a CLEAN white t-shirt on. I got dem red monkey jeans on. You know I got a fitted cap on, and I don't wash clothes I throw them bitches away! Gimme dat, gurl. Gimme dat pu$$y, gurl. Ooh, you look good. Lemme smell dat shit. What's that, gurl, apple bottom jeans you got over there? Come here, lemme suck dat pussyhole, you know I'm sayin? Lemme suck them juices out gurl, lemme smell dat shit. Lemme smell how clean you are, gurl. Come over here. Bring dat big ol' apple bottom over to daddy, lemme smell dat shit, aw yeah, you know I'm sayin? It's what a cracka be doin'. Wobbidy wobbidy, you know what I'm sayin? Cuz I be poppin fresh tags, new white t-shirts n shit. T-bone, T-Creazy, you know I'm sayin? Like da walda. Wobbidy wobbidy.
