It's a ghetto fairytale. Hey yeah yeah yeah. . It was two weeks before my son's birthday. DT's ringing my bell. (Ma'am we need to ask a few questions).
What's up my nigga?. Chillin' yo. What's up man, ya ready to go? Come on. Naw yo, you just go ahead. . What's wrong with you man?. Wifey got you buggin' again?.