Lyrics

*Store door opens* Indian: Heey, what's happening my friend, hey! How you doing? Waah: What's up, man? Indian: Uuuh, I can't call it, as you people say, I can't call it! Waah: *chuckles* Yo, yo where my shit at, man? Indian: Uuh... Waah: What you got? Indian: Drag-On! Drag-On's blazing hot right now, I got the- Drag-On- Waah: I got Drag-On's shit, that's blazin', that Ruff Ryder shit's blazin' Indian: What, what do you want? Waah: This is Thanksgiving nigga, man, yo, the fucking Lox shit! You know what the fuck, I gave you my money! Indian: Well I... I don't have your L.O.X. right now, I will have it next week! Waah: Fuck you mean you ain't got my L.O.X. nigga? Nigga what the fuck you talkin' about? Indian: I will have it next week! Waah: You have the fuckin' L.O.X. CD right there, nigga, I want that joint! Right now! Indian: Oh, that CD is not for you, it's for her! Waah: Man give me this fuckin' CD, man! Fuck outta here! Girl: That's my fuckin' CD! I paid for my shit! *Fight starts* Waah: Bitch get the f- Girl: Who the fuck are you callin' a- *Girl gets smack and shrieks, two gunshots pop off and a body falls* Waah: Fuck you!