I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make you come, I can make you go! I can make it high, I can make it fly, make you touch the sky, hey maybe so!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
"You know what I hate B? You know? When I be walking through the streets of Los Angeles looking all fly and shit with my giant sunglasses you know, looking fresh to def. Ya dig? And I look and I be like, HATA WHAT YOU LOOKING AT?"