diplomats/master p - bout it bout it iii

(i never heard the ice cream man version for forever. i new it from the sunshine ghetto overexposed master p comes to harlem video)("How Master P endorsed a jewel of New Orleans being given to a New York cat for bastardization is beyond reason.") (have you heard the diplomats remake of sippin on some syrup?) on a rough cassette that i made maybe two years ago now. the clean version so i know all the words but not what's in the blanks so it's like gun slang mad libs. and if you walkin through foster and taft, flossin that cash, them gangstas put that ________ to your ass. and i can't forget ak and wagner, my dogs straight crazy with that _________ that'll blast ya. (jim jones is so underrated?). i'm used to hearing it in my old car with all bass, so that the main noises are mostly drowned out. like a lot of music, when you listen to it with two 12s (jump in the whips with our crews and cruise/shits in the trunk that's beatin like child abuse)-- like an extra channel of music that plays right into the frame of the car, whatever the right technical terms are. (at full, you couldn't turn your head too far left or right and take the sound directly into your ear. fucking painful) -- when i wax the hood of my car, it looks like a rectangular pool of 2% milk -- my hands smell like wax all day -- i peel out of mac's milk parking lots with strawberry crush frosters between my legs --