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The horse to your left represents a pimped out jetta. It's got all that mad tight shit that homies love to stick on their car.
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| I'm pimpin it in the mean streets of Boca Raton... | |
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| Grrr... I'm out of donuts. I'll go arrest somebody! | |
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The homie to your left was driving the Jetta, which just got pulled over.
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| Yo dawg that is not mad tight pimpin to the shizzle my nizzle jizzle wizzle I have a small wang | |
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| Well sir, I'm gonna have to write you a ticket for drunk driving. | |
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| I'm sure a bit of sweet lovin can clear this off my record, eh? | |
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| Mr President, that only worked in the Clinton days. | |
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