Twas the night befo' Kwanzaa and all through the hood, Tyrone had a bag full of stolen items and up to no good. He went through the window with crowbar in fist, making sure everything he took was on his list. The cops were hot on his trail looking for where he would be, he covered his face so the gold toof won't shine for the cops to see. Running down the street with a bag full of stuff, Ruffus waited in the stolen Benz and rims hoping the police didn't catch the bluff.