"I treat these Hoes' like Richard Pryor playin these bithes like toys man. I keep a strap in my trunk, blast when the funk gets heavy, like a Big Block on your Chevy the more you mash the more your deadly"
yeah i remember that shit str8 heat
still cant figure out why tha fucc ol boy wont make that bread n he rather sit at home puffin lah n sippin 40's shit make no sense