Yo peeps!

I gots a kill stori for all yo homies.

So there I wuz, idlin' in my Civic. Now dis ain't no ORDINARY Civic, no no NO it AIN'T! Dis be my ultra-pimp Civic. ALL the honeys at BC be diggin' my Civic. I gots 17" chromes, I gots nice rumbly pipes, I got lights unda ALL da panels.

An' last week, I got a whistle tip while I was home visitin' my moms, yo! It goes WOO WOOOOOOO! Jus' like Bub Rubb sez.

So there I wuz, chillin', I was a little high - on LIFE yo! - an' dis po-za in a Corolla come up on me at da lite, yo. He got da WING, man. An' da FLY paint job. An' he ain't got no whistle tip, he got a fuggin' SCREAMA, YO! I dunno wut wuz in dat engine, but it was like chirpin' and screamin', like a bad belt or sumtin'. Shit, dawg.

So he revs an' it screamz, and I throw down, cuz dat's de kind of DAWG I AM! So da lite goes, an' I slam on it, but he takez me off da line. I dunno wut wuz in dat Corolla, I say again.

He killed me. So I gots to get a WING now, I tink. What y'all dawgs say?


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Yo can fools some of da peepz some of da time, and all of da homies all of da time, but you can't neva fool ME, DAWG!