So I'm doing my thug-dizzle... chillaxin' and watching a few games and the 'razzi was all in my grill. But I'm a boss so I stay representing for my team, y'know.

Thoughts scrolling through my head while posing for the cameras:

• "What the eff am I throwing up?"
• "Why am I sitting in DONALD FAISON'S lap?"
• "Why am I sitting in Lil' Flip's lap?"
• "When did Flip cut his braids off?"
• "Why ol' boy got his arm 'round ol' dude?"
• "Get that finger out my face. I don't know where yo' hands been!"
• "Is this a window lickers convention 'cause these two niggas look certified?"
• "I bet not see Big Ton in here."
• "It's so mighty funny these nigrums taking me to sporting events, but WHERE MY DADDY AT?"
  

EDIT: It seems that I was with my Daddy after all. I probably ain't recognize 'em 'cause Ion't really chill with him like I used to. My hustle is my hustle and the hustle ain't got time for family.