“This is for my G's, this is for my Hustlas.”
“My name is Ron G. Am I wrong?”
“I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.”
“I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G.""Sausages.”
“My, g**, he was as strong as a team of oxen. That would be strong right?”
“The cemetery is where a young hustla go to retire, and prison is where he goes to grow old.”