Yo, s'like my homey G Likeshine an' I be chillin all mad phat crazy stupid on an ill fly tip at Elliott's Spring Gathering '09 nyam sayin'? An' like ain' no fools be fuckin' wit nobody when we be rollin', an' she's like, "Shyt dawg, how come we ain't never traded before, wuzzup wit' dat shyt? Yo muthafucka, we gots to DO dis shyt, straight up, yo!" An I was like, "That shyt's TIGHT! I'm all up in that biznit! Fo REAL, nyam sayin?" So we be rollin' down the skreet, strapped, packin' 40's & dimes, fuckin' ALL the bitchez an' slappin' ALL the hos, chillin' like NO otha!

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