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Whoa!@! Don't sneak up on me like that! Ok, lemme tell you about the time this dumb bitch though he was hard and tried to step to me and my boys in the park one day last summer... |
| So like we were just chillin outside drinking some 40s, right? And this fly honey walks by, so you know, I'm in full-on mack daddy mode and shit. Word. Anyway, she walks by and me and my boys are like "Damn, girl! Wants to tap that ass!" |
| So this bitch says some shit like "As if, you scrawny-ass hangin-out-at-corner-store stolen-40-ass-drinkin little bitch." Yo, for reals, I was about to smack that bitch right then and there, you know, show her who's boss and shit. But instead, I just said "Ho, who you think you be talkin to?". |
| So like after that girl smacked me and shit (didn't hurt a nigga), my boys were all laughin and shit, so I was forced to regulate on that tip too, know what I'm sayin? Actually, I just sat back down and was like "Shit, dumb bitch all went Tisha Campbell on me and shit." |
| After I finished my 40, I was feelin all good (my face didn't hardly hurt anymore), so I was ready to get my swerve on again. One of my boys suggested we go to the park since it was so hot and the bitches there would be dressin all in skimpy clothes and shit, so we all rolled to the park, somethin like 8 heads deep. |
| When we got to the park, there was MAD fly girls walkin around in bikinis and shit, so we were like "Hell yeah!". It was kinda tough to get the girls to take me seriously, they always think I'm some sort of remote-controlled toy or some shit. I met this one nice girl, Nanette, but my boys were like "Get away from that crazy ho, T-Dog!" (T-Dog is my gang nickname). |
| I wondered what the dilly was, then my boys told me that Nanette used to be Nate-Dog or some shit. I dunno what they meant, but the girl was buggin with all that pit hair and shit. I met some other cool people at the park that day, including Pimp-ass Andre and his Hos, Jerome (The Crazy Negro), and Nakia, who my boy Tyrone said could "suck the roof off a house," whatever that means. I don't know all the lingo yet. |
| Then some nigga comes up to me and starts pushin me around on the ground, makin "vroom vroom" noises and lifting my flatbed up and down and shit. I started yellin for my boys to come help, so they ran over and the guy who was messin with me let go. I sped away as fast as I could toward the fountain, cuz there's an opening on the side I can fit into and no one can reach far enough inside to get to me. |
| Turns out the same nigga who was messin with me had sold my boy Jimbo some beat-ass chronic, that Jimbo said probably wasn't even chronic at all, but probably just oregano or some shit. My boys starting hookin off on the nigga, beatin his ass DOWN! Word, I was so happy that that bitch got what was coming to him. After he was knocked out, I kinda wheeled up and over him a couple times (I think I broke one of his ribs maybe). |
| We had to roll mad quick back to our houses since the po-po would be lookin for the niggas who beat up that punk in the park. When I got home, my mom asked me what I did that day, and I just told her I hung out with my boys. She was glad that I made some friends already. Word. |
| I went into my room and started listening to my new Bone Thugs tape, boppin my head along to the beats. Bone is the bomb! I like living here now, since I made some boys and found some shit to do. And even though niggas still mess with me and pretend like they're playing "toy trucks," I know they just kiddin. |
| Now that you know a little bit about me and shit, hook me up with your thoughts! Mail my boy rhy and he'll make sure I get the message, aight? Peace! |