What?. Uhh. What?. C'mon. . Aea yo. Bounce to that Trina Moe. Niggas about to blow. Bouncin' straight out the door. Here we go, here we go. . Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight.
[barking]. (you, right here shorty, told you, I got you. Like the way I scooped you, when those fagget niggaz shot you?. I'ma hold you down, and I mean that, for real).