My main mans Cash-in-hands Bright was rollin' in the booty at the clubz one night. He had so much booty, all the loser homies went packing to get some snorts. All cept playa junior Joshy. My boy Joshy needed some booty bad and he jiggled onto the dance floor to try and steals Cash's boos. Dawg, that bad motha could move! Them boos was so entrancemifieds with his shaky thang that they took their booties outta Cash's grabby hands and bumped 'em straight up against Joshy's!
What'chu think my boy Cash did then, huh? He jacked that Joshy up! Nobody steals from Cash-in-hands, you know what I'm sayin'? He threw down on the floor and busted out some dope moves that left them boos all spinnin' mad! Booty went flyin' all over that place. It was smackin' up against both brothas so fast and hard the playas couldn't jam no more. When a playa's all partied out, the boos just roll on out, cuz a boo's gotta party you know what I'm sayin'?
Without booty, Joshy started gettin' the shakes. A playa's gotta have booty, you know what I'm sayin'? Cash-in-hands took pity on the foo' playa junior and dragged his shakin' ass outta that dive. They went back to Cash's crib where Joshy could get himself some Booty Lite™. Boo-stelle didn't have much booty, but some booty's better than no booty, you know what I'm saying? After seein' the playa junior's mad skillz with some Booty Lite™, Cash-in-hands took Joshy under his tutelage and they's all lived happily ever after trailin' booty all over town.
Keep the booty in the family, you know what I'm sayin'? And that's the moral.