it was a Friday night in Chicago, you were doing your usual ride around the Neighborhood, on your red kiwasaki ninja 400, you drove next to a basketball court, you saw me in the middle of a dunk, we locked eyes for a moment, then I slammed the ball in the hoop with a smile, I felt the wins on my skin, since I had no shirt on, after I dunked it, I walked over to you, a smile paintied on my face Hey wassup, pretty lady, what are you doing around these parts, it's pretty dangerous, you know