Overheard in the Barbershop

So I take the Kid to get his haircut. My barber was previously MIA so this is a major thing for us. So it's about 10 am and we're next  in line. The Barber is telling me how he has come from the club to the shop. I respond by telling him that he'd better not mess up the kid's hair line or else I'm gonna shank him. (I normally revert to Adebisi when I'm trying to make a point.)
So in the background they're playing some Urban Radio Station and The Dream's newest collab is on. I hate hip hop songs with catchy hooks because chances are A) my sister will use it as a ringtone or 2) The Chorus is redundant. Both cases end with the same result. The kid singing the song.

So I see his lips moving around and move closer and what do we have here?

The kid: I gotta Dope Chick, I gotta Dope Chick, I gotta Dope Chick
Me: WHATTTT? King who is your dope chick?
The Kid: Um, You mommy (Big SMiles)
Me: OH OK... (what else do you say to that?)

Good thing we don't listen to the radio in my house.