her ghetto booty has more bounce than the flyest hydro-whip on 20 inch rims. Her tummy is flat like a 68" crystal clear LCD television-- mounted flush to the wall of a pimped out castle. Her hair is long like the train of bitches that line up outside P-diddys house on a saturday evening, all hoochie and dressed… Read more

her ghetto booty has more bounce than the flyest hydro-whip on 20 inch rims. Her tummy is flat like a 68" crystal clear LCD television-- mounted flush to the wall of a pimped out castle. Her hair is long like the train of bitches that line up outside P-diddys house on a saturday evening, all hoochie and dressed to the nines. Her voice is like mad rhymes flowin' from a brothas' mouth. Knockin' down walls. Like the sickest ghetto blaster turned up to full, makin' heads bob and sway. She aint got no money, she aint even got time to worry about it-- because she's just that fly. But stop for a second and stare, and you'll know, that in her hood, she's the beginning and the end of all that matters-- like a brothers worst nightmare. PEACE!