午夜DJ传来，各种嘈杂。
莫玥蝶蓝色的发丝被扎成马尾，蓝色的眼睛里有着一种天生的傲慢，她穿着小皮夹克和和一条三分裤，长长的靴子直达膝盖，浑身上下散发着一种女王feel。嚣张的想要让人征服。
此刻，她正跳着街舞，虽说被弄邪灵到昏迷，但么，她还是跳的一股子劲。
一曲完毕，莫玥蝶微微喘气。
“好~”“再来一个~”“Queen~”“……”欢呼声，口哨声充满在这个酒吧……
“川……”娇滴滴的女声响起。尉【yu】迟川微微皱眉，真是个烦人精啊。要不是老妈说不许欺负她，自己早就打她一拳了吧？还跟自己靠那么近……好恶心……
“川……”女人一直在喊着，做作的声音让尉迟川忍不住的皱眉，好想……吐……
突然，尉迟川的眼睛望向了台上的那个嚣张的女人……一个电灯泡亮起……
“你。”尉迟川对艾可【就是他旁边那个女的。】说，手指向了莫玥蝶，“和她PK一场去，赢了，再来找我……输了的话……”他做了个滚的手势。
“川。”艾可的声音里多了一丝欣喜，只要打败了她就可以了吗？呵呵……简单。【某喵：“你，太大意了啊……”】
艾可傲慢的走向台上的那个嚣张的女孩。
“你，我要和你比一场。”
莫玥蝶望向了那个和他说话的女人，眼神中有着满满的不屑。“你，没有那个资格。”
瞧瞧，多么不屑的语气啊。
“你……”艾可一时语塞，却又没有办法把她怎么着。
白痴女啊。莫玥蝶笑，不过，她好像不是仗势欺人的那种呢。这么想着……
“你必须和我比！”艾可拿出了家室，“艾家你知道吧？你不和我比的话……我可难保会有什么意外呢。”
莫玥蝶的不屑加深，仗势欺人么，还以为她……不过既然如此……
“我答应你。”
“哼。”艾可冷笑，“算你识相。”
“Intro：
Yo I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Hailey got blazed before they told stories，
Well I’m gonna get blazed before I tell y’all stories，
I saw on TV today this man lost his son， his son died，
So he had him cremated， took his ashes， and made it into a diamond ring
Now he watch his son shine everyday，
I just thought about that， while I sit here ashin in this ash tray
Verse One：
The makin’ of a mad man who entered stories of Devante Swing，
Eva Gardner， the crashin of James Dean，
Bobby Brown， influenced by Rick James it goes，
Prince wanted Alexander O’ Neill to be Morris Day or Jerome，
But Alex was puttin’ coke in his nose nigga while it，
Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close， Phyllis Hyman，
Killed himself it was crazy， mommy was bad， they say，
Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony， he sways
Chorus：
As a blunt ash falls into the ashtray， I can see my whole life fly past me，
Did I （Did I） keep it gangsta or keep it classy， and will the money and fame outlast me，
The blunt’s ash fall down in the ash tray， will I see my whole life fly past me，
I’m askin did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy， （did I） anything else you wanna know， just ask me。
Verse Two：
Sam trusted Womack with his main lady， he tossin’ in the grave like ‘this is how you repay me，’
A change goin’ come， wish you didn’t trust me so much，
Marvin said ‘No mountains high enough，’ fly stuff，
David Ruffin was punchin’ Tammy Tyrell， gave her concussions，
While， the Funk Brothers was layin’ down the percussions，
When Flo from the Supremes died， Diana Ross cried，
Many people said that she was laughing inside （Why？）。
Chorus：
As a blunt ash falls into the ashtray， I can see my whole life fly past me，
Did I （Did I） keep it gangsta or keep it classy， and will the money and fame outlast me，
The blunt’s ash fall down in the ash tray， will I see my whole life fly past me，
I’m askin did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy， （did I）