The Adventures of Shorty and Random Brando

There once was a blinged out frog named Shorty.
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling cause it’s your birthday.
He lived on East 12th Street, building forty.
Yo, don’t mess wit my posse yo fool, kay?

He always wears his purple and black shades.
And his homeboy is the awesome Brando.
He tends to take your stash at night to raid.
And all his peeps call him the commando.

You wanna stick wit me cause I got the herb.
And we kick around stupid little nerds.
Mess wit me and I’ll kick you to the curb.
And I hate the sound of squawking old birds.

This frog is gonna put us through war.
Because he found that Brando was a bore.