Booty was something us dirty little ghetto boys calls those big handlebars on the back of bitches. We weren't even old enough to know what it was for yet but we knew there was something special about it. The sunshine and booty went together like peaches and cream, the way the sunshine made booty sparkle was remarkably attracting to us dirty ghetto boys. That's what we called ourself because we were so black and ashy we looked like fucking dirt. We turned down for what, we get low, we turn up to some of the dopest gangsta shit there ever was. Most of the time you could find us on the street corner eating chicken and watermelon, and hydrating oursels with refreshing Kool Aid. Our fros were some turnt up shit fashizzle fizzle jizzle. And if you don't thing those are words, you imbecile, check the dictionizzle.
