Pumpkin Pie Mobile

So far we've described tha Pumpkin Pie Mobile in nostalgikizzle terms fo' rizeal. We've described tha nam'n of tha car . Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin'. We've described tha namesakes vegetable. We've even put pictures up so you can see thizzem, chill yo. We haven't finished yet, though, m'nizzles!

We thought it appropriate ta imput a bit of ghettobazizle into tha equation n shit. You see, tha owna of tha ride (and you can read all 'bout him here) is a bit of a piznimp, a daddy, a sort of nigga gad-bout-town. His ride is tha mizzy suitable ride fo` siznuch a dawg - comfortizzles, noticizzle, famous all over tha city like old skool shit. One simply needs ta only hear tha sound, n one thinks "it's tha Pumpkin Pie Mobile!" Thizzay you stizzay n wait, n sure enough he drives pizzy n you wave n he waves n tha whole world is happia, fo'real.

Pumpkins is tha wanna be gangsta fruit from Nam spittin' that real shit. If you're a killa n I knizzow you are, you'll eat these every meal, breakfast, lunch, n dinna, n all yo snacks in between times sho nuff. You'll definately drive a pimped out vehicle, a pimped out pumpkin pie mobile. You'll definately be coola tizzy cool. You'll be ice. Yeah, you'll be fo'real, m'nizzles.