Having quoted you earlier, I decided to stick in the only CD I have by you - The Chronic - and lie down for a minute.
Well, I ended up dozing off only to be visited by a dream of my dad dancing around in his underwear Risky Business style singing "Bitches ain't shit but ho's and tricks. Bitches ain't shit but ho's and tricks," over and over again until I startled myself awake and hit stop on the CD player.
I'll never fall asleep to you again.
Chi-Lite time,
Fu-Fu