Hit it! Nah na, na, na, nah. Na, na, na, nah. Na, na, na, na. Here Comes the HotStepper, Murderer. I'm the lyrical gangsta... oh shit! Thats what you get for hot doggin your graduation walk bitch. Hows ya face? Leave the styling, profiling of graduation day to the professionals. Like the kid who decided to make it rain. Dude came prepared with 100 dollars in ones and certified himself as a legend at his high school. This chick on the other hand will most likely have to go to counseling for the rest of her life. There's no coming back from that.
Ps. I love how the 2 guys handing out the diplomas just stand there and chuckle. No need to worry guys, one of your students just knocked themselves out on stage. No big deal.
