Noctane was one bad motha gangsta. He had gangsta clothes and gangsta hair and gangsta rims on his gangsta wheelz. Yeah, Noctane had it all gangsta, but no street. Without street, you can't be a playa and get the booty, you know what I'm sayin'? So Noctane's brothas from some otha mothas saw to fix him up with some booty, but Noctane was all, "Nah, I gots mah ride homies. S'all good."
What's a brotha gotta do to get some booty all up into that Noctane's grill? Take his ride, that's what!
Noctane's homies totally jacked his wheelz. My boy Noctane lost his shit when the valet couldn't find the keys. He bust a cap up in that boy's trunk then went back to ballin' at the club cuz that's all a homie gangsta can do when his wheelz are gone, you know what I'm sayin'? With no gangsta rims to get his gangsta booty cross town to pop gangsta peeps all up outta his turf, Noctane went full-ass pokemans and evolutionized from gangsta to playa.
Aw yeah! Playa Noctane got all the booty at the club! He got booty on the dance floor, booty in the VIP lounge, and booty on the rooftops. There was so much booty, Noctane could hardly breathe. The man was suffocating from a booty overload! Just when it looked like Noctane was all bootied out, his brothas rolled up in the jammin' ride and helped take some booty off their homie's load. Cuz that's what brothas do, you know what I'm saying? A booty in every hand and no homie's left standing without a brotha.
Brotherly love is a beautiful thing. Yeah.