The Pick Up - (skit)

It was a Sunday night around 8:30 P.M
 I was rolling by myself in the Benz leaving Swope Park banging some of the homie Fat Tone's classic shit
 So I'm rolling down Meyer Boulevard then I busted a right on Prospect looking to be seen by a bad bitch, and what do you know?
 A stallion! Ass like
 Chest like, "Ooh, Areolas!"
 Lips like, Dwamn! So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd Street 'bout to front like I'm 'bout to sell her my CD and said:
 What's sizzlin' mama, what's crackin'?
 Whassup cuz
 Ahem, nah, I'm just trying to sell you this CD. Nah, you know what, you so fine, I don't even wanna sell you the CD, I'mma give you the CD, baby
 Aw yeah, cuz? (Ugh) What's this shit, cuz?
 It's my new shit, baby
 This some Tech N9ne shit cuz?
 Y-yeah?
 Aw nah, I don't want this devil worshiper shit cuz, I'm good cuz
 Anyway nigga, I'm just tryna give you the goddamn CD
 Y'know what?
 Nah cuz, nah. Nah
 Listen, listen, look
 Hold on, let's. let's walk over here to my trunk, I got some new shit. Come on, come on, come on over here I got some other artists that you might -- you might like some Big Scoob shit or something
 Come on, come on, come on, come on
 Check this out
 Let me check this shit out cuz
 Let me pop this trunk
 What'chu got cuz?
 Get yo' motherfucking ass in the fuckin'--
 What The Fuck?!