Well, Hip-hop Is What Makes The World

I Got The Rolly On My Arm And I'm Pouring Chandon And I Roll The Best Weed Cause I Got It Going On.

I Have Always Said I Was Bob Marley Reincarnated.

Do What You Feel Is Right, Baby.

Black Folks Don't Have A Chance, So They Are In The Hood, Dealing Drugs, In A Shoot-out. They Do It Again And One More Time They Are Out.

Now On The First Day Of Christmas, My Homeboy Gave To Me A Sack Of The Krazy Glue And Told Me To Smoke It Up Slowly. Now On The Second Day Of Christmas, My Homeboy Gave To Me A Fifth Of Hendog And Told Me To Take My Mind Off That Weed. Now By The Third Day Of Christmas, My Big Homeboy Gave To Me A Whole Lot Of Everything, And It Wasn't Nuthin' But Game To Me.