Instead Of Walking Like You're Limping, Talking

My Radio's Loud Like A Fire Alarm: The Floor Vibrates, The Walls Cave In, The Bass Makes My Eardrums Seem Thin. Def Sounds In My Ride, Yes The Front And Back... You Would Think It Was A Party, Not A Cadillac!

I Know A Fat Girl, She Wears An Orange Skirt. You Give Her Twenty Dollars And You Can Do Your Work.

There's A Lot Of Single Black Women Who Did The Best That They Could And That's A Beautiful Thing, But They Don't Know How Necessary A Father Is In A Kid's Life And How Much Guys Miss That Deep Down Inside.

He's Only Mediocre, Jealousy Can't Get With Me.

I Just Look At The High And Bright Side Of Things