I was looking at yet anotha "Pimps & Hoes" expose', it was both daring and funny as a Fuck!! For those of you that DON'T know, I have a REAL fascination with Pimps & Hoes, REAL Pimps and Hoes, I ain't talking bout yo Aunt Tee-Tee who just likes to fuck alot!
Many years ago when I was stationed in the Phillippines I saw many women that sold ass but didn't necessarily have a dude named "Suga Shaft" or "Captain Love" standing over them with a wire hangar beating their ass and taking their funds. Now some of them chicks was real serious bout they thang. There was thing there called a "Peso Show" Where the chick would squat over a stack of coins and shot them, yes, I said shot them across a room, as if she threw them with her Fukin CLAW! She was a beast!!!
After a few jaunts to Japan I became very interested in "The Geisha". A Geisha was not the common whore.
She attended a sort of HOE University! They not only had to have a mean Hand & Head job, but she had to entertain as well, you know sing, dance, do The Snake and The Tootsie Roll!!!
I guess a Geisha would translate to a Call Girl or Escort here in the US. Now don't get the Geisha FUCKED up they have to surrender their ends aka Break ALL Breads to their Pseudo-Pimp aka "Mammason" or the owner of the Pleasure quarters.
Now don't get me messed up, I ain't saying that I have a problem with a woman that sells ass. I have a problem with a chick that FUCKS fah free! Now that I do have a problem with.... I also have a problem with a chick surrendering all monies to Mr. Pimp, unless he at least ranched (country translation: Rinse) said dicks or assisted with all the dicks said HOE had to man handle or at least provided some assistance with placing rubbers on aforementioned dicks, if not he gets no cut!!! He could get cut or better yet STABBEDIDID!
Now get this, I heard these chicks sayin how they want "Daddy" in all the best suits and Mauri Gators, I ain't heard nan hoe say she was saving to buy a home or hoeing her way thru college. Fuck dat!!
Now you must ask where where do they find these girl? Many of them are runaways or had been molested when they were younger and feel that is all they're worth. What I truly hate is how every Phukin rapper on the planet is now a phukin' Pimp! Here in San Diego they have these things they call a "Sneaker Pimps". These boys Pimp just to get new shoes, new gear and some weed.
What the fuck is really going on... I know folks been buying ass since water was popular, but it was never so glorified, so desired to be known as a pimp or as a "HOE" for that matter!!! All I have to say is whether you have to or choose to sell that THANG be your own "Financial Advisor", and tell that muthaphuka to go and suck a few dicks and make his own livin'.... Holl@ yo guhl.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Monday, January 10, 2005
Ms. Benson will always be my FAVORITE teacher....
I got a call last night from Moms of course telling me that my beloved kindergarten teacher, Ms. Benson had passed away. Why does my Mom think it's her job to track all who have died or are near death in Alabama, I swear she is an Obituary Voyeur, nah, fah reel!!!
Anywho, I had not seen Ms. Benson in over 15 yrs, but I can still remember her laugh and her smell, she kinda smelt like peppermint, which she always had, which I later found out why, because she was a serious cigarette smoker.
She never did call me Trinita, in her class I was known as "Punchanella".
Now if you are from the South you remember the chant.
"Look who's here, Punchanella, Punchanella.
Look who's here Punchanella, Punchanella in the shoe.
Oh what can you do Punchanella, Punchanella?
What can you do Punchanella in the shoe?"
Of course that was when I broke out with my dance, be it "The Around The World" or "The Firecracker/Popcorn" you know I was ready!!!
I remember burning my fake bear skin coat on our class heater. Ms. Benson put out the fire, I just knew she had saved my life. It was just a small burn, but I just knew it was ovah!!
DON'T play ya'll remember those psuedo-fur coats, that you swore were some type of rat or dog or bear...
I got the following from a friend it was so applicable. I will always remember Ms. Benson for calling me "Punchanella", telling me I was pretty and a very smart little girl and giving me a buncha peppermints.
If you are a teacher, I love you, because you make the least amount of $ and you really, really do the most work.
May peace be upon Ms. Bensons' soul....
What will matter
By Michael Josephson © 2003
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won`t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave. What will matter is not your success but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Anywho, I had not seen Ms. Benson in over 15 yrs, but I can still remember her laugh and her smell, she kinda smelt like peppermint, which she always had, which I later found out why, because she was a serious cigarette smoker.
She never did call me Trinita, in her class I was known as "Punchanella".
Now if you are from the South you remember the chant.
"Look who's here, Punchanella, Punchanella.
Look who's here Punchanella, Punchanella in the shoe.
Oh what can you do Punchanella, Punchanella?
What can you do Punchanella in the shoe?"
Of course that was when I broke out with my dance, be it "The Around The World" or "The Firecracker/Popcorn" you know I was ready!!!
I remember burning my fake bear skin coat on our class heater. Ms. Benson put out the fire, I just knew she had saved my life. It was just a small burn, but I just knew it was ovah!!
DON'T play ya'll remember those psuedo-fur coats, that you swore were some type of rat or dog or bear...
I got the following from a friend it was so applicable. I will always remember Ms. Benson for calling me "Punchanella", telling me I was pretty and a very smart little girl and giving me a buncha peppermints.
If you are a teacher, I love you, because you make the least amount of $ and you really, really do the most work.
May peace be upon Ms. Bensons' soul....
What will matter
By Michael Josephson © 2003
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won`t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave. What will matter is not your success but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Damn, damn, damn...
I know, I know I'm late, but I am still grieving....
I finally got the courage to watch the season finale of The Wire. Ya'll they had showed his body, if you don't know I am talkin' bout Stringer Bells' body. I swear I musta had tears in my eyes... How about dat nigga crib was the flyest, (yes, I made up a word "Flyest"). I will never speak of him again after this post, He was the Shyt and Ioun even know how or what me and the kids are going to do. Oh yeah did you see D's baby momma crackin up, baby girl ain't nevah gone b right again..... I Damn Showl Undastand!!
That was some bullshyt!!!!
I finally got the courage to watch the season finale of The Wire. Ya'll they had showed his body, if you don't know I am talkin' bout Stringer Bells' body. I swear I musta had tears in my eyes... How about dat nigga crib was the flyest, (yes, I made up a word "Flyest"). I will never speak of him again after this post, He was the Shyt and Ioun even know how or what me and the kids are going to do. Oh yeah did you see D's baby momma crackin up, baby girl ain't nevah gone b right again..... I Damn Showl Undastand!!
That was some bullshyt!!!!
Saturday, December 18, 2004
The Truth, you can't handle the truth???
To my blog fam.....Happy New Year. I hope you are able to stick to your resolutions and they make you healthier, happier and more blessed than you were last year.
Aiight, aiight... I know I was gone for a lil bit, but I took a 13 day vacation for the first time in over 6 years. Yes, you heard it right, I ain't had that many days off since James got killed in Alaska (ala Good Times...) anyway.
I had a lot of time to spend with my family, lots of time to read, do crosswords puzzles (I am hooked) and mucho time to just relax. Sleep late and get up when my body woke me up or Chuck the Cocker Spaniel wanted attention.
Believe me when I say it was hard for me to get up this morning. I almost called in for one MO sick day..... Can you believe I had over 300 emails. Damn, was I the only one off work?? As I was checking out the web I found the actual speech that Bill Cosby delivered at the NAACP rally and I wasn't too upset with what he has to say. I am a 100% participating parent and I know that your kids are a product of what you they see and hear from you. For instance I love hip-hop and my son does as well, we don't like the same artists but I am sure he gets his love of rap from good ol Moms. Yet, I also listen to Jazz and Classical music, so needless to say you can go into his bedroom and his XM radio is crackin 50 Cent, Nina Simone and Bach. He is a product of his surroundings, and I have created that surrounding...... Here is the actual speech http://www.enoughisenoughcoalition.com/Sounds/Bill%20Cosby%20NAACP%20short.wav Listen and let me know what you think...... I miss you all so much. I'm baaacckkk!!!
Aiight, aiight... I know I was gone for a lil bit, but I took a 13 day vacation for the first time in over 6 years. Yes, you heard it right, I ain't had that many days off since James got killed in Alaska (ala Good Times...) anyway.
I had a lot of time to spend with my family, lots of time to read, do crosswords puzzles (I am hooked) and mucho time to just relax. Sleep late and get up when my body woke me up or Chuck the Cocker Spaniel wanted attention.
Believe me when I say it was hard for me to get up this morning. I almost called in for one MO sick day..... Can you believe I had over 300 emails. Damn, was I the only one off work?? As I was checking out the web I found the actual speech that Bill Cosby delivered at the NAACP rally and I wasn't too upset with what he has to say. I am a 100% participating parent and I know that your kids are a product of what you they see and hear from you. For instance I love hip-hop and my son does as well, we don't like the same artists but I am sure he gets his love of rap from good ol Moms. Yet, I also listen to Jazz and Classical music, so needless to say you can go into his bedroom and his XM radio is crackin 50 Cent, Nina Simone and Bach. He is a product of his surroundings, and I have created that surrounding...... Here is the actual speech http://www.enoughisenoughcoalition.com/Sounds/Bill%20Cosby%20NAACP%20short.wav Listen and let me know what you think...... I miss you all so much. I'm baaacckkk!!!
REAL Old school....
Today I want to talk to you about "Real" old school. If I hear one mo rapper refer to their style of rapping as "Old School"... Ioun know how a 17- 23 yr old can even ack like they even know what old school is....
I will attempt to run down exactly what old school is...Listening to cryin' ass Keith Sweat and wishing he was "Giving all his love to you" and almost passing out while tryin to do the "Salt & Pepa", don't play!!! I damn near passed out in a pair of spandex pants, a truck ass gold rope with my name plate, about 17 rings on both hands and a leather jacket one balmy night in the Philippines (that's a WHOLE other story, maybe anotha time)!!
Aiight, do they know what is really Old School? Chic jeans with the different color stitching, Jordache Jeans with the horse head on the back pocket, and Calvin Kleins with the Loop on the back pockets, now that there was "Old School"
Let's not forget when you saw me rocking my "Reversed Jheri Curl" whilst freaking my red Michael Jackson jacket, yes, Haters I said MJ Jacket, the one with 423,875,198 zippers. Now that there was real old school.
Getting dropped off at the skating rink by yo moms and having her announce your name over the intercom, telling you "Nita, yo momma is here and it is time to go" that is real, real, old school. Especially, if she came to get you in her housecoat with rollers in her head!! Talkin' bout shamed!!! Ioun even want to go there, I thought those years of therapy had me skrait.
I am going to list what really was old school, and I will be needing a lil participation to make sure I ain't miss no-thing.....
1. Ironing with that starch that you made yourself by simply adding water. Oh don't ack like you ain't eat the otha starch, you know the Argo in the burgandy box.... I ain't forgot!
2. Remember when people bleached their own jeans and somebody overdid it and their jeans dry rotted!! Aiight, maybe that was just on my bus.
3. A fight could be started by one of the following manners:
a. By either passing a lick via delivery from an anxious viewer and/or friend.
b. Crossing an imaginary line.
c. Knocking a stick off of the opponents shoulder.
4. Eating a pickle whilst sucking on a peppermint, simultaneously.
5. Going to the $1 dollar movie, yet you could get in by bringing a canned good during the holidays.
6. Also, going to said $1 dollar movie in hair rollers & head scarf, since I had to go to school the next day (not only old school, but ultra Geto).
7. Pledging a high school sorority, fraternity or club (don't forget stepping in step shows and supporting their wfunctions/parties). My mom made me get off line because I had to buy a box of Snickers for my Big Sisters. Momma said, "Let them heifers buy they own candy, I ain't spending my money on they asses, I ain't taking you to no more pledge meetings and that's final" I thought I would just die!!!
8. Throwing the newspaper whilst atop my moped, for xtra Monies, (but not that heavy ass Sunday Paper, Moms had to help her guhl out).
9. Driving to all the functions (parties, skating rink, movies, football/ Basketball games) in a 1972 Deuce and a Quarter aka Buick and charging all riders $2.00 for gas money, DON'T PLAY!! At least I had a car and a fill up of REGULAR gas wuz bout $6.00. duhhhh. Yeah and I kept the change.
I await your inputs.....
Happy Holidays from yo guhl who used to not only push but also wash weekly her Sky Blue, 1972 Chevrolet Impala with the rust on the hood!! I ain't nevah scared.
Holla @ yo guhl.
I will attempt to run down exactly what old school is...Listening to cryin' ass Keith Sweat and wishing he was "Giving all his love to you" and almost passing out while tryin to do the "Salt & Pepa", don't play!!! I damn near passed out in a pair of spandex pants, a truck ass gold rope with my name plate, about 17 rings on both hands and a leather jacket one balmy night in the Philippines (that's a WHOLE other story, maybe anotha time)!!
Aiight, do they know what is really Old School? Chic jeans with the different color stitching, Jordache Jeans with the horse head on the back pocket, and Calvin Kleins with the Loop on the back pockets, now that there was "Old School"
Let's not forget when you saw me rocking my "Reversed Jheri Curl" whilst freaking my red Michael Jackson jacket, yes, Haters I said MJ Jacket, the one with 423,875,198 zippers. Now that there was real old school.
Getting dropped off at the skating rink by yo moms and having her announce your name over the intercom, telling you "Nita, yo momma is here and it is time to go" that is real, real, old school. Especially, if she came to get you in her housecoat with rollers in her head!! Talkin' bout shamed!!! Ioun even want to go there, I thought those years of therapy had me skrait.
I am going to list what really was old school, and I will be needing a lil participation to make sure I ain't miss no-thing.....
1. Ironing with that starch that you made yourself by simply adding water. Oh don't ack like you ain't eat the otha starch, you know the Argo in the burgandy box.... I ain't forgot!
2. Remember when people bleached their own jeans and somebody overdid it and their jeans dry rotted!! Aiight, maybe that was just on my bus.
3. A fight could be started by one of the following manners:
a. By either passing a lick via delivery from an anxious viewer and/or friend.
b. Crossing an imaginary line.
c. Knocking a stick off of the opponents shoulder.
4. Eating a pickle whilst sucking on a peppermint, simultaneously.
5. Going to the $1 dollar movie, yet you could get in by bringing a canned good during the holidays.
6. Also, going to said $1 dollar movie in hair rollers & head scarf, since I had to go to school the next day (not only old school, but ultra Geto).
7. Pledging a high school sorority, fraternity or club (don't forget stepping in step shows and supporting their wfunctions/parties). My mom made me get off line because I had to buy a box of Snickers for my Big Sisters. Momma said, "Let them heifers buy they own candy, I ain't spending my money on they asses, I ain't taking you to no more pledge meetings and that's final" I thought I would just die!!!
8. Throwing the newspaper whilst atop my moped, for xtra Monies, (but not that heavy ass Sunday Paper, Moms had to help her guhl out).
9. Driving to all the functions (parties, skating rink, movies, football/ Basketball games) in a 1972 Deuce and a Quarter aka Buick and charging all riders $2.00 for gas money, DON'T PLAY!! At least I had a car and a fill up of REGULAR gas wuz bout $6.00. duhhhh. Yeah and I kept the change.
I await your inputs.....
Happy Holidays from yo guhl who used to not only push but also wash weekly her Sky Blue, 1972 Chevrolet Impala with the rust on the hood!! I ain't nevah scared.
Holla @ yo guhl.
Friday, December 17, 2004
BEAUTIFUL....
I was thinking about words, big words, small words, Italian words, Latin words (my favorite words)... things we say, things we don't say. Things we want to say, but the words seem to get in the way.... For instance I was on the phone with B, my love one. We chatted for about 5 mins and said goodbye, right after I hung up I thought to myself, I meant to say, "I love you", now why didn't I? I was so caught up in thought concerning shyt that didn't even matter, that I didn't take advantage of the time we had on the phone.
Aight, aight... All that to say, we should use our words as if they were the last bit of oxygen, as if we may or might not see that special someone the next day. Try it and let me know how it works out. I wouldn't ask you to do something that I wouldn't try myself. I 'll let you know how it works out.... Just know that you are beautiful no matter what people tell you.
My Xmas gift to you is to tell you that I think we are all beautiful and all wonderful and so very, very special.
Imaginary story time.....One last thing, the last time I spoke to Stringer I left many things unsaid.... Well, I won't go into that again, I promised myself that I was going to stop wearing black, stop pouring out liquor and stop the mourning process, because he will always live in our hearts... I just hope he put on that vest like I told him....
Beautiful
By: Christina Aguilera
Don’t look at me
every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the fame, I’m so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can’t bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can’t bring me down
So don’t you bring me down today
To all your friends, you’re delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone
That’s the way it is
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won’t bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won’t bring you down
Don’t you bring me down today...
No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what they say
(no matter what they say)
When the sun is shining through
Then the clouds won’t stay
And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun won’t always shine
(sun won’t always shine)
But tomorrow will find a way
All the other times
We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won’t bring us down
We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words can’t bring us down
Don’t you bring me down today
Don’t you bring me down today
Don’t you bring me down today
Aight, aight... All that to say, we should use our words as if they were the last bit of oxygen, as if we may or might not see that special someone the next day. Try it and let me know how it works out. I wouldn't ask you to do something that I wouldn't try myself. I 'll let you know how it works out.... Just know that you are beautiful no matter what people tell you.
My Xmas gift to you is to tell you that I think we are all beautiful and all wonderful and so very, very special.
Imaginary story time.....One last thing, the last time I spoke to Stringer I left many things unsaid.... Well, I won't go into that again, I promised myself that I was going to stop wearing black, stop pouring out liquor and stop the mourning process, because he will always live in our hearts... I just hope he put on that vest like I told him....
Beautiful
By: Christina Aguilera
Don’t look at me
every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the fame, I’m so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can’t bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can’t bring me down
So don’t you bring me down today
To all your friends, you’re delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone
That’s the way it is
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won’t bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won’t bring you down
Don’t you bring me down today...
No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what they say
(no matter what they say)
When the sun is shining through
Then the clouds won’t stay
And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun won’t always shine
(sun won’t always shine)
But tomorrow will find a way
All the other times
We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won’t bring us down
We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words can’t bring us down
Don’t you bring me down today
Don’t you bring me down today
Don’t you bring me down today
Monday, December 13, 2004
Ode to "Stringer Bell"
For all that know me, you know how I feel about Idris Alba aka Russel "Stringer" Bell on HBO'S "The Wire". He was KILT last night by crazy ass Omar and Brother Mouzone aka Bowtie bka Greazy Mouth.
Here is the dialog that let me know there was some shyt in da game... Stringer asked Slim to Murder Senator Clay Davis and Avon was like naw, neer......
Avon - "I think Slim gone have to sit this one out boss. So, now we hittin state senators, hunh? We do that, we gone have everybody on us from the police, to the feds, everyone"
Stringer - "He took our money"
Avon - "You a fuckin business man. I told you he was gone do that. What I tell you about them fuckin away games,hunh"
Stringer - "Well, now he got to go"
Avon - "Naw, man. You ain't down with that. You don't get all gangsta wild and shit. Naw. You got fuckin beef with them? This shit is on you."
Yeah, yeah, yeah I knew that Stringer was setting up Avon because he was still on this Wild, Wild West type shyt. But damn, to have yo folks MURKED!!! I guess it was he who gits did first wins!!! Cause Avon is still gone get his next week, believe DAT!!! If I have to go and shoot the neer myself!
When I saw Omar fire those 3 shots into Stringer's Butta soft leather jacket, which he so tastefully matched with a Butter colored Polo shirt, I swear I thought I saw his life pass before my eyes. I screamed, I jumped up, I woke up my son and the dog. B was just looking at me like I was RETARDID!!! He is so very understanding, he allows this CRUSH I have on a TV Character.
There are a few ways Stringer can come back next season:
1. He was wearing a Bullet Proof vest (please, please and please let that be the case)
2. He was dreaming, ala General Hospital style.
3. He has a Twin and the twin was who got MURKED!!
4. He is in a coma and running the street whilst on life support!
No matter what, he will always be the only man who could play the following characters convincingly. We all remember "Midnight" from Sista Soulja's book "The Coldest Winter" and no doubt he would be the only one to play "Quadir" from Terri Wood's infamous "True to the Game" fame. If you like Stringer you will love these here hood novellas!! Oh yeah, somebody tell Ms. Jada about Idris, so she don't cast somebody reel phuked up in "The Coldest Winter", yes lil' Momma got the Movie rights!!!
Let me get myself together... I shall pour out a little Dirty Martini for my DEAD Homie.... As I wipe my eyes and try to move on and remember the good times.. If you listen I bet you can hear "I miss you" by KLYMAXX playing softly in the background. Stringer Holla @ yo guhl, I'll always have a special place for you in my heart, until next season....
Here is the dialog that let me know there was some shyt in da game... Stringer asked Slim to Murder Senator Clay Davis and Avon was like naw, neer......
Avon - "I think Slim gone have to sit this one out boss. So, now we hittin state senators, hunh? We do that, we gone have everybody on us from the police, to the feds, everyone"
Stringer - "He took our money"
Avon - "You a fuckin business man. I told you he was gone do that. What I tell you about them fuckin away games,hunh"
Stringer - "Well, now he got to go"
Avon - "Naw, man. You ain't down with that. You don't get all gangsta wild and shit. Naw. You got fuckin beef with them? This shit is on you."
Yeah, yeah, yeah I knew that Stringer was setting up Avon because he was still on this Wild, Wild West type shyt. But damn, to have yo folks MURKED!!! I guess it was he who gits did first wins!!! Cause Avon is still gone get his next week, believe DAT!!! If I have to go and shoot the neer myself!
When I saw Omar fire those 3 shots into Stringer's Butta soft leather jacket, which he so tastefully matched with a Butter colored Polo shirt, I swear I thought I saw his life pass before my eyes. I screamed, I jumped up, I woke up my son and the dog. B was just looking at me like I was RETARDID!!! He is so very understanding, he allows this CRUSH I have on a TV Character.
There are a few ways Stringer can come back next season:
1. He was wearing a Bullet Proof vest (please, please and please let that be the case)
2. He was dreaming, ala General Hospital style.
3. He has a Twin and the twin was who got MURKED!!
4. He is in a coma and running the street whilst on life support!
No matter what, he will always be the only man who could play the following characters convincingly. We all remember "Midnight" from Sista Soulja's book "The Coldest Winter" and no doubt he would be the only one to play "Quadir" from Terri Wood's infamous "True to the Game" fame. If you like Stringer you will love these here hood novellas!! Oh yeah, somebody tell Ms. Jada about Idris, so she don't cast somebody reel phuked up in "The Coldest Winter", yes lil' Momma got the Movie rights!!!
Let me get myself together... I shall pour out a little Dirty Martini for my DEAD Homie.... As I wipe my eyes and try to move on and remember the good times.. If you listen I bet you can hear "I miss you" by KLYMAXX playing softly in the background. Stringer Holla @ yo guhl, I'll always have a special place for you in my heart, until next season....
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Ghetto BABY Names....
Where in de hell do people get the names for their kids these days?? My son and I have been compiling a "Ghetto Baby Names" list for the last few years... Whatever happened to names like Lauren, Michael, David, and Brandon? We no longer want those old, traditional names, we want to name our kids after these "Superstars" i.e., Beyonce & Shaquille
Even if we don't use a "Superstars" name, we make up our own name, damn near using hieroglyphics to spell the damn name.... we use phonetic spellings, we use accent marks like they are on sale 2 for 1... It can be so ugly!!! I.e. Appreciante', I told you it can get ugly!! and there are many, many more.... I've even met women who named their daughters after themselves and gave the daughter Jr. to add to her name, what kind of backward ass SHYT is that????
If you EVEN think you might have a GHETTO BABY name to contribute, please feel free to send it to me. Now this list was compiled by me and my family, here we go.....
1. Alize'
2. Lexus (especially if you don't own a car)
3. Mercedes (same as #2)
4. BonQuisha
5. La Shawnte' (any name starting with La)
6. La Quitta
7. Hennessey (just WRONG)
8. KelShanique
9. MayOnnaise (Yes, the condiment)....
10. Traonna
11. Had to remove (he still my baby)
12. Zashanetta
13. LaVetrius
14. Dayshown
15. Daquon
16. Rontoyon
17. TiAndre
18. TryNelle
19. Fantasia (Yeah she can SANG, but.....)
20. Santita
21. Takiera
22. Shakir'ray
23. Chyna (Don't name yo baby after a foreign land....)
24. Africa ( refer to #23)
25. Asya (refer to #23)
26. Tavis
27. Destiny
28. Essence
29. Chunichi
30. Akon
31. India (refer to #23)
32. Cherevah
33. Azzure'
34. Espn (yes the sports network)
35. Delvon
36. Sharelle
37. ShawnRee
38. T'Shanae
39. Keyshawn
40. Chelisa
41. London (refer to #23)
42. Traneaya
43. Divine
44. CharDonay & Chablis (Never ever name your kids after wine)
45. Chateau
46. Vinnisha
47. DeVante
48. Dartell
49. Prudencia
50. LaTasheanne
Please feel free to add to my list......
These were added by the following Bloggers...
The Marlo Girl BroomQueisha
Funkeedva Hanifah (heck, anything with a 'fah at the end)
Sharnetta
Aquanetta
Ta'Sheeka
Lemonjelo
Orangelo (I heard a rumor that these were twins named after JELLO) lol I hope it's not true!Quadir
Uneeka (NO LIE, I know a chick named UNEEKA)
Sharquitta *and she had really sharp teeth...it was just too close to the word shark...ugh, po thang
Lovey
Foxy
Vixen
Diesel
Denim
Appolonia Jalonia (this is a real name)
Gonarrea (Pronounced "go-near-ria" unlike the Venereal Disease)
Even if we don't use a "Superstars" name, we make up our own name, damn near using hieroglyphics to spell the damn name.... we use phonetic spellings, we use accent marks like they are on sale 2 for 1... It can be so ugly!!! I.e. Appreciante', I told you it can get ugly!! and there are many, many more.... I've even met women who named their daughters after themselves and gave the daughter Jr. to add to her name, what kind of backward ass SHYT is that????
If you EVEN think you might have a GHETTO BABY name to contribute, please feel free to send it to me. Now this list was compiled by me and my family, here we go.....
1. Alize'
2. Lexus (especially if you don't own a car)
3. Mercedes (same as #2)
4. BonQuisha
5. La Shawnte' (any name starting with La)
6. La Quitta
7. Hennessey (just WRONG)
8. KelShanique
9. MayOnnaise (Yes, the condiment)....
10. Traonna
11. Had to remove (he still my baby)
12. Zashanetta
13. LaVetrius
14. Dayshown
15. Daquon
16. Rontoyon
17. TiAndre
18. TryNelle
19. Fantasia (Yeah she can SANG, but.....)
20. Santita
21. Takiera
22. Shakir'ray
23. Chyna (Don't name yo baby after a foreign land....)
24. Africa ( refer to #23)
25. Asya (refer to #23)
26. Tavis
27. Destiny
28. Essence
29. Chunichi
30. Akon
31. India (refer to #23)
32. Cherevah
33. Azzure'
34. Espn (yes the sports network)
35. Delvon
36. Sharelle
37. ShawnRee
38. T'Shanae
39. Keyshawn
40. Chelisa
41. London (refer to #23)
42. Traneaya
43. Divine
44. CharDonay & Chablis (Never ever name your kids after wine)
45. Chateau
46. Vinnisha
47. DeVante
48. Dartell
49. Prudencia
50. LaTasheanne
And last but not least......
51. PRECIOUS
52. Shalamar (As in the Singing Group)
53. Shaniqua
54. Moet
55. Star (I still don't like her CHUNKY ASS!!!)
Please feel free to add to my list......
These were added by the following Bloggers...
The Marlo Girl BroomQueisha
Funkeedva Hanifah (heck, anything with a 'fah at the end)
Sharnetta
Aquanetta
Ta'Sheeka
Lemonjelo
Orangelo (I heard a rumor that these were twins named after JELLO) lol I hope it's not true!Quadir
Uneeka (NO LIE, I know a chick named UNEEKA)
Sharquitta *and she had really sharp teeth...it was just too close to the word shark...ugh, po thang
Lovey
Foxy
Vixen
Diesel
Denim
Appolonia Jalonia (this is a real name)
Gonarrea (Pronounced "go-near-ria" unlike the Venereal Disease)
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Ain't no such thang as half-way crooks......
I was sitting here thinkin' what the fuck am I doing??? Am I happy with the choices I've made, was I meant to still be in Cali? Was I supposed to be a single parent? Was getting out of the Navy the right decision? And suddenly it hit me, like a bitch caught with anotha bitches man.... Hell Yeah! Everything I've done was what I WAS SUPPOSED to do. I try to tell folks all the time, our lives are already written, you need only say your lines. Of course, we sometime flub or completely fuck up a scene, but you have the power to get back on track, get back into the game.
I once thought that I was real, real poppin'. Naw that wasn't the case, my priorities were just FUCKED UP!!!
Around 1998 when I returned stateside from my last duty station in Manama, Bahrain. I was on ONE!! I thought that I had to be at erythang!! Every party, every happening. Shit I was in LA so much I should have had my mail forwarded.
One night, I am at the Garden Of Eden, and it's CRACKIN' . Dino, the tyrannical, psychotic doorman is there of course, he sees me and is like what up San Diego? come on it (I should have known then that I was tooo damn regular). ERYBODY, and I mean erybody was there. I knew many "STAR" type Niggas by name, had their two-ways and cell numbers and dem niggas would be like what's up Bama? (Since I am from Alabama). I wasn't giving up no ass (momma ain't raise no "HO").
I was just cool to chit chat with whilst in the spot. I also kept in touch in case I needed pull to get into a private function or I wanted to know where the haps was. So needless to say I was so souped. As I was sitting on the patio watchin these wanna be America's Next Top pseudo-Models. With Fake titties, Contact Lenses and weaves so long, that Rapunzel would have been on some Hater Shit!!
I was like man this ain't me. Here I am, an educated woman, making GREAT ass Paper legally, a hard working, single parent, homeowner, rubbing shoulders with bitches that were probably sleepin' in their cars or still at home with Moms, wearing clothing with the tags still attached (as for an easy early Monday AM return), asking mufukers, Please listen to my demo..... And just waiting on their next big break.....
TRANSLATION: They were trying to get impregnated by any mufuker on a ball team (foot, basket, base, kick, whatevah).
I mean there were genuine Pussy Wholesalers on site. I was sitting outside ducking weed smoke, cuz I don't smoke. I just wasn't feelin it. U have to be all the way in and I was a fake ass "Faker". I was not Groupie. I just wanted to be where the party wuz... Needless to say I wasn't doing well. So I realized that I could miss a few parties, I was no longer a "CLUB" Hostage. I started to read more and I realized that I didn't need to be at every FUCKIN thang! I missed it like Pookie on that crack for about 2 months, then the urges started to subside and I could sleep peacefully on a Friday and Saturday night without worrying about what I was missin.... I am happy to say that was years ago and I can now stay home and watch Mad TV, Saturday Night Live and of course, CHEATERS!!!!
I once thought that I was real, real poppin'. Naw that wasn't the case, my priorities were just FUCKED UP!!!
Around 1998 when I returned stateside from my last duty station in Manama, Bahrain. I was on ONE!! I thought that I had to be at erythang!! Every party, every happening. Shit I was in LA so much I should have had my mail forwarded.
One night, I am at the Garden Of Eden, and it's CRACKIN' . Dino, the tyrannical, psychotic doorman is there of course, he sees me and is like what up San Diego? come on it (I should have known then that I was tooo damn regular). ERYBODY, and I mean erybody was there. I knew many "STAR" type Niggas by name, had their two-ways and cell numbers and dem niggas would be like what's up Bama? (Since I am from Alabama). I wasn't giving up no ass (momma ain't raise no "HO").
I was just cool to chit chat with whilst in the spot. I also kept in touch in case I needed pull to get into a private function or I wanted to know where the haps was. So needless to say I was so souped. As I was sitting on the patio watchin these wanna be America's Next Top pseudo-Models. With Fake titties, Contact Lenses and weaves so long, that Rapunzel would have been on some Hater Shit!!
I was like man this ain't me. Here I am, an educated woman, making GREAT ass Paper legally, a hard working, single parent, homeowner, rubbing shoulders with bitches that were probably sleepin' in their cars or still at home with Moms, wearing clothing with the tags still attached (as for an easy early Monday AM return), asking mufukers, Please listen to my demo..... And just waiting on their next big break.....
TRANSLATION: They were trying to get impregnated by any mufuker on a ball team (foot, basket, base, kick, whatevah).
I mean there were genuine Pussy Wholesalers on site. I was sitting outside ducking weed smoke, cuz I don't smoke. I just wasn't feelin it. U have to be all the way in and I was a fake ass "Faker". I was not Groupie. I just wanted to be where the party wuz... Needless to say I wasn't doing well. So I realized that I could miss a few parties, I was no longer a "CLUB" Hostage. I started to read more and I realized that I didn't need to be at every FUCKIN thang! I missed it like Pookie on that crack for about 2 months, then the urges started to subside and I could sleep peacefully on a Friday and Saturday night without worrying about what I was missin.... I am happy to say that was years ago and I can now stay home and watch Mad TV, Saturday Night Live and of course, CHEATERS!!!!
-------Another TRUE STORY-------
Me and my girlfriend went to LA to see one of those Medeas plays and we stayed the weekend to shop and do dinner and the like. Of course we went out. Whilst at the Garden Of Eden (oh yeah it still Pop the fuck off!!!) I saw an old friend, his brother is that nigga for beats on the West Coast (You know I ain't gonna name drop) but anyway.... he had his cousin with him and she was kinda drunk. Next thing you know she asks me and my girl if we want to smoke, we were both like naw, we cool... Few minutes later she holds her hand out and is holding the biggest
" ROCK of CRACK" I had ever seen in person or on TV, and asked if we wanted a hit. I almost shitted!! I ain't never heard of sharing CRACK with strangers..... I guess that's how they do it in LA!!!!
Thursday, December 02, 2004
I know, I know, It's been a long time....
I was so busy over the holidays crackin ovah that damn hot ass stove that I almost forgot about my blog fam!! I hope everyone had a great "Turkey Day" aka "We stole the land from the Indians and needed a day to remember it by" DAY!!
I still gots love for ya'll I just been hitting that gym trying to get these chitterlins and Dressing off my backside!! All is good, I have been so busy tracking Destiny's Child, The Falling Incident on 106 & Park, The picture with Michelle's breat showing at some awards show and MICHELLE's voice is a HOT MESS on their new cd! See on their cd prior to this one, she wasn't able to get her solo thang going, I now see why!!!
Ioun know I thank she has got to go!!! Her voice actually sounds like that of a quadriplegic fly!! I ain't want to go there on the girl, but she sounds a mess. Except for one song #8 "If". Now she is so crackin' on that particular song that you almost forget that she sounds a hot mess!!! Aight, aight, let me get off that girl. +Plus in the "Soldier" video (which by the way is MY SONG) why does she dance like a 5 yr old project baby!!
She looks like Pookie's Girlfriend dancing for crack!! Aight, aight I'm gone get off her!!
If I receive one more rumor about Jay Z & Free of 106 & Park fame, I am going to eat this keyboard. But you know what they say, there is always an ounce of truth in ery lie. He musta been slidin' Free some pipe at one time or anotha.... I ain't hating, I'm jus sayin!
Well I have said my piece, I am off to the Marine Corp Gym. Now that right there ain't no joke, even if you want to quit you can't, you feel to ashamed!!!
Holla @ yo guhl.......
I still gots love for ya'll I just been hitting that gym trying to get these chitterlins and Dressing off my backside!! All is good, I have been so busy tracking Destiny's Child, The Falling Incident on 106 & Park, The picture with Michelle's breat showing at some awards show and MICHELLE's voice is a HOT MESS on their new cd! See on their cd prior to this one, she wasn't able to get her solo thang going, I now see why!!!
Ioun know I thank she has got to go!!! Her voice actually sounds like that of a quadriplegic fly!! I ain't want to go there on the girl, but she sounds a mess. Except for one song #8 "If". Now she is so crackin' on that particular song that you almost forget that she sounds a hot mess!!! Aight, aight, let me get off that girl. +Plus in the "Soldier" video (which by the way is MY SONG) why does she dance like a 5 yr old project baby!!
She looks like Pookie's Girlfriend dancing for crack!! Aight, aight I'm gone get off her!!
If I receive one more rumor about Jay Z & Free of 106 & Park fame, I am going to eat this keyboard. But you know what they say, there is always an ounce of truth in ery lie. He musta been slidin' Free some pipe at one time or anotha.... I ain't hating, I'm jus sayin!
Well I have said my piece, I am off to the Marine Corp Gym. Now that right there ain't no joke, even if you want to quit you can't, you feel to ashamed!!!
Holla @ yo guhl.......
Monday, November 22, 2004
The NNN...
For those of you who do not know that stands for the Nigga News Network. Most of you may never have heard of it by its proper name. But I KNOW a lot of us have been unda-cova reporters and we don't even know it.
For instance, the NNN has been referred to as "SOMEBODY said". Aiight here is a real example, SOMEBODY said that TUPAC was not dead but was in Guadalajara, that tidbit of info was carried world-wide on the NNN.
SOMEBODY said that if you go into your bathroom @ night and looked into the mirror and said "Bloody Mary, bloody Mary" you would get your face scratched up that too was spread via the NNN. You didn't know that huh? The scoopy-scoop on Kobe hitting that Pink from the back withOUT a CONDOM was an exclusive where? You guessed it.....On the NNN! I heard that Beyonce had an abortion in high school from where else??? the NNN.
See the NNN always gets the story first, it's usually a REAL FUCKED up version orthe 5th person variant, but we do get it.
Since the NNN was here before CNN. I think we should get some $ on something for THEM stealing yet another one of OUR Ideas. I actually told my mother that most info and rumors are heard not on the radio, not from your baby cousin, but via the NNN!! I hadn't heard her laugh that hard in a while. Speaking of Moms, here is another one of my.......
I can personally tell you that SOMEBODY said that Aaliyah was somewhere with Left Eye chillin' in the Bahamas... from guess where.... The NNN.
I know, I know you don't wanna hear one more thing bout the NNN right?? Okay, I have one more bit of gossip via the NNN. SOMEBODY Said that SHAQ has a mistress in Dallas for whom he purchased a mini-mansion, a big body Benz and kicks out a monthly allowance... Is it true or is it just the Infamous NNN???? You tell me, if you hear anything, let yo guhl know.... I don't want to have to rely on the NNN, you hear?
For instance, the NNN has been referred to as "SOMEBODY said". Aiight here is a real example, SOMEBODY said that TUPAC was not dead but was in Guadalajara, that tidbit of info was carried world-wide on the NNN.
SOMEBODY said that if you go into your bathroom @ night and looked into the mirror and said "Bloody Mary, bloody Mary" you would get your face scratched up that too was spread via the NNN. You didn't know that huh? The scoopy-scoop on Kobe hitting that Pink from the back withOUT a CONDOM was an exclusive where? You guessed it.....On the NNN! I heard that Beyonce had an abortion in high school from where else??? the NNN.
See the NNN always gets the story first, it's usually a REAL FUCKED up version orthe 5th person variant, but we do get it.
Since the NNN was here before CNN. I think we should get some $ on something for THEM stealing yet another one of OUR Ideas. I actually told my mother that most info and rumors are heard not on the radio, not from your baby cousin, but via the NNN!! I hadn't heard her laugh that hard in a while. Speaking of Moms, here is another one of my.......
TRUE STORIES...real shyt.
This morning I had a voice mail, it was from none other than Moms, telling me that she could see a slight resemblance between Jada Pinkett-Smith & Estelle Getty. She said that maybe they are some kin..... Now, I won't tell anybody this but you guys. Now, if I let this out, the NNN would carry this as an exclusive that "Jada's Mom used to be on Golden Girls" or "Estelle Getty's Black Love Child"!! I ain't gone even do her like that, but Jada owes me big!!
I can personally tell you that SOMEBODY said that Aaliyah was somewhere with Left Eye chillin' in the Bahamas... from guess where.... The NNN.
I know, I know you don't wanna hear one more thing bout the NNN right?? Okay, I have one more bit of gossip via the NNN. SOMEBODY Said that SHAQ has a mistress in Dallas for whom he purchased a mini-mansion, a big body Benz and kicks out a monthly allowance... Is it true or is it just the Infamous NNN???? You tell me, if you hear anything, let yo guhl know.... I don't want to have to rely on the NNN, you hear?
Thursday, November 18, 2004
You mean to tell me don't NOBODY know nothin????
I am my momma's only child, so when shyt went missin' in our house, there was no doubt who did IT!!! My momma was like Double-O-Negro. She would dust for prints, canvas the neighborhood, by sundown she knew the 5 "W's"... Why can't THEY find out who killed our rap superstars???
Peep Game....
Jam Master Jay of Run DMC, was fatally shot in late 2002, and Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur, who were both shot to death in the late 1990s. Those killings remain unsolved. How in de Phuck don't nobody know nothin??? I can't be late 3 days late with my cell phone bill payment and nine MU-phukers are emailing, callin and tryin to disconnect my phone!
Now when that lil' white girl was kidnapped from her bedroom the whole world was on CODE Tamale RED alert, shyt even Oprah (I am going to get on her incredibly un-opposing anything, standing for nothing worth anything next time) has had her on her show bout 94,315 times.
3 of the leading Rap figures of all time have been murdered and don't NObody know nothing!
My momma could detect who drank the last of the RED Kool aid,shyt fuck that she could tell who DRANK her last Pepsi with a belt and a mere threat!!! Maybe my Momma needs to join the Detectives... My momma must have been with the Original CSI:Alabama squad!!
Bullshyt u NOT!!!
Dis is some Real BULL Shyt. . . Ok, Is it just me or do you feel weird when you see that TUPAC video "I ain't mad at tcha"? I can get a tear or 2 just peepin it.
Man, I swear I am a hip-hop head fo life. My son and I love the same music (well most of the time) he all on G-UNIT and I ain't really into the Psuedo-Thug thang.
But, I was raised on hip-hop and will always be a fan. Hopefully, we can get rid of all the Posers and non-rappin ass neers and get back to that reel shyt. I just heard that new Talib Kweli "The Beautiful Struggle" that shyt is sooo hot. Also, the new Mos Def is mean. Those are real rappers. That Chingy and Petey Pablo and FA-BO are all club hits that by next summer you will be like F-A-B-O What? Are we as Black folk so unimportant that nobody cares enough to tell who, what, where, when, and WHY these men were slain? I bet you $100,000,000.00 If somebody Popped a cap in Regis Philbin or Martha Stewart's ass the whole world would just come to a screeching halt'!!!
It ain't right, we are just as important as erybody else..... You betta not only ax somebody, u betta tell-em!! Holla @ yo guhl....
Peep Game....
Jam Master Jay of Run DMC, was fatally shot in late 2002, and Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur, who were both shot to death in the late 1990s. Those killings remain unsolved. How in de Phuck don't nobody know nothin??? I can't be late 3 days late with my cell phone bill payment and nine MU-phukers are emailing, callin and tryin to disconnect my phone!
Now when that lil' white girl was kidnapped from her bedroom the whole world was on CODE Tamale RED alert, shyt even Oprah (I am going to get on her incredibly un-opposing anything, standing for nothing worth anything next time) has had her on her show bout 94,315 times.
3 of the leading Rap figures of all time have been murdered and don't NObody know nothing!
My momma could detect who drank the last of the RED Kool aid,shyt fuck that she could tell who DRANK her last Pepsi with a belt and a mere threat!!! Maybe my Momma needs to join the Detectives... My momma must have been with the Original CSI:Alabama squad!!
Bullshyt u NOT!!!
Dis is some Real BULL Shyt. . . Ok, Is it just me or do you feel weird when you see that TUPAC video "I ain't mad at tcha"? I can get a tear or 2 just peepin it.
Man, I swear I am a hip-hop head fo life. My son and I love the same music (well most of the time) he all on G-UNIT and I ain't really into the Psuedo-Thug thang.
But, I was raised on hip-hop and will always be a fan. Hopefully, we can get rid of all the Posers and non-rappin ass neers and get back to that reel shyt. I just heard that new Talib Kweli "The Beautiful Struggle" that shyt is sooo hot. Also, the new Mos Def is mean. Those are real rappers. That Chingy and Petey Pablo and FA-BO are all club hits that by next summer you will be like F-A-B-O What? Are we as Black folk so unimportant that nobody cares enough to tell who, what, where, when, and WHY these men were slain? I bet you $100,000,000.00 If somebody Popped a cap in Regis Philbin or Martha Stewart's ass the whole world would just come to a screeching halt'!!!
It ain't right, we are just as important as erybody else..... You betta not only ax somebody, u betta tell-em!! Holla @ yo guhl....
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
What's really Gangster?
NEWSFLASH......
16 NOV 04 @ 06:45am, on CNN. Authorities are looking for Rapper, "Young Buck" for questioning in connection with a Stabbing that occurred at the taping of the Vibe Awards.
Man, the world needs John Gotti. I wish his ass was still on the streets to show these young cats what Gangsta really was!!
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre was PHukin' GANGSTER!
Now, the way Carlo "The DON" Gambino and Paul Castellano ran NYC was GANGSTER!!
The way John Gotti had "The DON" MURKED, now that wuz GANGSTER!!!
Shyne not telling what he knew, now that was GANGSTER, Stupid, but still no less GANGSTER! Mobb Deep AIN'T gangster. Jah Rule AIN'T Gangster.
Now iffin' you ain't know I reside in sunny San Diego where grown asses still gang bang. You cannot wear all BLUE in some neighborhoods unless you really want to get some shyt poppin' off! San Diego is mostly BLOODS. Ioun know why I know this shyt, I just do. You can't say "CUZ" that is a term used by Crips, so you really have to be careful. You could get yo wig split for shouting out a relative to loudly.
Mind you, I am from Alabama and we do still call our cousins by that moniker, "Cuz". I am scared to death to be out and see a distant relative and forget where I am and get a hot piece of lead in da ass!! It is not a game.
Even these coward asses out think they are GANGSTETR!! Unless still living with yo Mom's and driving her ride to all the functions is considered gangster! If having 3 or 4 baby momma's is gangster then we are living in GANGLAND!! A lot of these cat's are about 2 centimeters from their 3rd STRIKE!!!
Please tell them to stop hollerin' they gangsta, cause the really, really ain't!!!
16 NOV 04 @ 06:45am, on CNN. Authorities are looking for Rapper, "Young Buck" for questioning in connection with a Stabbing that occurred at the taping of the Vibe Awards.
What the fuck is really goin' on?? Are people starting to believe they are really Gangster due to the Half ass rhymes they spit?? The FIVE Families I.e.,The GAMBINO Crime Family, The GENOVESE Crime Family, The BONANNO Crime Family, The COLOMBO Crime Family and The LUCCHESE Crime Family. Them was some Real GANGSTERS!
Them cats were slanging Coca, Loan sharking, gambling, prostitution rings. Wasn't nobody slinging BEATS!! Nobody was spitting rhymes, they were spittin' slugs!
Man, the world needs John Gotti. I wish his ass was still on the streets to show these young cats what Gangsta really was!!
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre was PHukin' GANGSTER!
Murder Inc. AIN'T GANGTA!!! Ashanti singing, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby..."
That shit AIN'T GANGSTA! Actually, that would be kinda of bitch like!!!
Now, the way Carlo "The DON" Gambino and Paul Castellano ran NYC was GANGSTER!!
The way John Gotti had "The DON" MURKED, now that wuz GANGSTER!!!
Shyne not telling what he knew, now that was GANGSTER, Stupid, but still no less GANGSTER! Mobb Deep AIN'T gangster. Jah Rule AIN'T Gangster.
Now iffin' you ain't know I reside in sunny San Diego where grown asses still gang bang. You cannot wear all BLUE in some neighborhoods unless you really want to get some shyt poppin' off! San Diego is mostly BLOODS. Ioun know why I know this shyt, I just do. You can't say "CUZ" that is a term used by Crips, so you really have to be careful. You could get yo wig split for shouting out a relative to loudly.
Mind you, I am from Alabama and we do still call our cousins by that moniker, "Cuz". I am scared to death to be out and see a distant relative and forget where I am and get a hot piece of lead in da ass!! It is not a game.
Even these coward asses out think they are GANGSTETR!! Unless still living with yo Mom's and driving her ride to all the functions is considered gangster! If having 3 or 4 baby momma's is gangster then we are living in GANGLAND!! A lot of these cat's are about 2 centimeters from their 3rd STRIKE!!!
Please tell them to stop hollerin' they gangsta, cause the really, really ain't!!!
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I DO NOT Like STARR JONES....
I know, I know you want to know why I don't like her, right? Well, I know I don't like LIVER because it's all chewy and dry, I don't like Beets they just smell funny and I do not like GREASY ASS STARR! I really can't point out one thing, besides her marrying a bi-sexual man, her bearing false witness for Pay-Less Shoes, that sub-standard wig Collection that she herself won't even much rock.
Ioun know I just don't like her.... I ain't got a Hater-bone in my body, but when it comes to "Please look at me I am just so FABOlous" Starr. Don't get my wrong I love to see asisth do her thang, but this monkey is just soooo, oooh. I can't even convey what I think about her. I used to DVR THe View, just so I could peep her out at her Ghetto Finest. Saying shit like my Babies Daddy, while Barbara Walters and the rest of the crew would snicker at her SHINY ass.
I really would like to just push her ass down.
I probably need to go get some type of counseling, me not liking her this much CANNOT be healthy...
I also don't like Squid salad, it just looks weird, but will slay some Salt & Pepper Calamari. I just don't like her, what are your thoughts, I really NEED to know?
Regards,
Vice President of The SOS (Sick of Starr) Club
P.S. Please look at this SKANKS Bridal Registry and of course it's with Tiffany's. I KAN'T Stand her ass. I must take a Goody and lay down.
Ioun know I just don't like her.... I ain't got a Hater-bone in my body, but when it comes to "Please look at me I am just so FABOlous" Starr. Don't get my wrong I love to see asisth do her thang, but this monkey is just soooo, oooh. I can't even convey what I think about her. I used to DVR THe View, just so I could peep her out at her Ghetto Finest. Saying shit like my Babies Daddy, while Barbara Walters and the rest of the crew would snicker at her SHINY ass.
I really would like to just push her ass down.
I probably need to go get some type of counseling, me not liking her this much CANNOT be healthy...
I also don't like Squid salad, it just looks weird, but will slay some Salt & Pepper Calamari. I just don't like her, what are your thoughts, I really NEED to know?
Regards,
Vice President of The SOS (Sick of Starr) Club
P.S. Please look at this SKANKS Bridal Registry and of course it's with Tiffany's. I KAN'T Stand her ass. I must take a Goody and lay down.
Monday, November 15, 2004
What is Drama-Cide?
I know, I know you say what in de phuck is "Drama-Cide"? That is when you are slowly being almost kilt by all of the Drama surrounding you.... I got so much shyt poppin' off that I don't even know where to start... I got one girlfriend who just got out of court attempting to get Spousal Support from a 50 Yr old x-hustler, current club head that is rocking Polo and Roca-Wear. That is like seeing your Grand-Dad @the club poppin' Mo-Mo and hollin at hoes, it just ain't right. What I try to do is not let other folks shyt swallow me up. Thank goodness my life is relatively drama free, my only problem is not letting Chucks pee on the Persian rugs other than that all is pretty good. Now that ain't all the drama....
What happened to ODB? Somebody gotta know.. This man made it out of Rikers Island, a bit phuked up behind it, but he made it out. Ioun even know, what I do is his momma didn't name him no ODB. From now on let us refer to him by the name his momma gave him, Russell Jones. RIP
What happened to ODB? Somebody gotta know.. This man made it out of Rikers Island, a bit phuked up behind it, but he made it out. Ioun even know, what I do is his momma didn't name him no ODB. From now on let us refer to him by the name his momma gave him, Russell Jones. RIP
Saturday, Me and B Angie B did tha Damn Thang!!
I know, I know I should have written about this a couple of days ago, but I couldn't. Believe me I tried, but the Chilled PATRON Anejo wouldn't let me. I put this on erything, I musta had 4-5 shots of that pure Gas-o-line saturday and I was feeling no pain. As soon as we hit the SPeezy my girls Destiny Child new joint was grindin' I thought I was back in the marching band!!! I swear I almost passed out.... We had a ball. We left The Blue and headed over to E Street Alley for the after-hrs set until 4-ish. Me and my dog did get it up!!! Now mind you she has been out to sea for the last 4 months, so you know we had to git it poppin' All that to say, in the infamous words of the much tattooed man in the Gnolia aka LIl Weziana BKA Lil Wayne, "Man I miss my dog!!"
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Some Chicken, an Undercover cop & some Smoke....
Ok, here goes. I had an incredibly long and detailed dream last eve. Please tell me what you think it means to you.
I dreampt I had a party, I then ran out of chicken wings (Neers always have Chix at a party, don't front). I then went outside and saw this chick selling chicken I asked to purchase a tray of wings, she then asked if I wanted to purchase any smoke (weed) and I wuz like Naw, that ain't me, but I then asked what it was going for, that is when she proceeded to retrieve her badge and gun from what looked like either her panties or near her Vagina area somewhere. Next thing I know I am in Federal Prison and I am looking for my purse, which contains pictures of my son. I then started an exercise class and then my alarm went off... what da phuck, should I not buy chicken from street side vendors, are undercover cops waiting to bust my ass for who knows what? I need somebody to at least crack open a dream book and tell me something, anything..... My x-Mother in Law believed in that dream shyt, fah reel, but we ain't the closest, feel me?
I am awaiting somebody's diagnosis....
Signed,
Scared to go to sleep or to eat chicken!
I dreampt I had a party, I then ran out of chicken wings (Neers always have Chix at a party, don't front). I then went outside and saw this chick selling chicken I asked to purchase a tray of wings, she then asked if I wanted to purchase any smoke (weed) and I wuz like Naw, that ain't me, but I then asked what it was going for, that is when she proceeded to retrieve her badge and gun from what looked like either her panties or near her Vagina area somewhere. Next thing I know I am in Federal Prison and I am looking for my purse, which contains pictures of my son. I then started an exercise class and then my alarm went off... what da phuck, should I not buy chicken from street side vendors, are undercover cops waiting to bust my ass for who knows what? I need somebody to at least crack open a dream book and tell me something, anything..... My x-Mother in Law believed in that dream shyt, fah reel, but we ain't the closest, feel me?
I am awaiting somebody's diagnosis....
Signed,
Scared to go to sleep or to eat chicken!
It is I the Jack of all Trades, even posing for pictures.....
Fah reel, you can get to the spot now... I am top left, with light spikes.... It's Yo guhl in the Black Passion Fall 04. That is a wig... but it wuz real, real crackin'
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Friday, November 12, 2004
Yesterday was my Holiday
I know erybody was off work yesterday. Since, it was a National Holiday.
It was my day, Veteran's Day.... You might not know this, but I am a US Navy Vet. I did 10 yrs, 2 months and 3 days active duty, I've been out approx 6 yrs. I served in a couple of conflicts and situations. But for some reason when I was on active duty I didn't take it as serious as I should have.
I never thought we would or could go to "REAL" War. We always did a lot of play type shit, exercises, saber rattling. Now shit is so real. I am glad I got my lil' Black hindpart out. I try to make people realize this is not a game, babies are leaving their arms, legs, eyes and lives over there. I try not to get to deep into the political situation on this blog, I just want to come here to escape the day-to-day drama, but I have to speak my piece on this bullshyt.
Today, the truth must be told, this is some BULLSHIT. If they even think of reinstating the draft, I will have to make my son ineligible (ok he is only 14), by either running over his foot with the car or sending his butt abroad for a couple of years and he could attend a University over there, but there is no way MINE is going over there. If I have to pop a cap in Colin's ass, I shall do, what I shall have to do. So please pray they end this foolishness yesterday, cause if it does continue, ya'll gone have to put some $ on my books for my commissary...
Holla@ yo Guhl.
I ain't real mad at a Newport, you know when I am sippin' on that young Hennessey w/Lemon chilled :-).....
It was my day, Veteran's Day.... You might not know this, but I am a US Navy Vet. I did 10 yrs, 2 months and 3 days active duty, I've been out approx 6 yrs. I served in a couple of conflicts and situations. But for some reason when I was on active duty I didn't take it as serious as I should have.
I never thought we would or could go to "REAL" War. We always did a lot of play type shit, exercises, saber rattling. Now shit is so real. I am glad I got my lil' Black hindpart out. I try to make people realize this is not a game, babies are leaving their arms, legs, eyes and lives over there. I try not to get to deep into the political situation on this blog, I just want to come here to escape the day-to-day drama, but I have to speak my piece on this bullshyt.
Today, the truth must be told, this is some BULLSHIT. If they even think of reinstating the draft, I will have to make my son ineligible (ok he is only 14), by either running over his foot with the car or sending his butt abroad for a couple of years and he could attend a University over there, but there is no way MINE is going over there. If I have to pop a cap in Colin's ass, I shall do, what I shall have to do. So please pray they end this foolishness yesterday, cause if it does continue, ya'll gone have to put some $ on my books for my commissary...
Holla@ yo Guhl.
I ain't real mad at a Newport, you know when I am sippin' on that young Hennessey w/Lemon chilled :-).....
Thursday, November 11, 2004
How was he able to afford such Big ass diamond earrings???
I just made it in from Karaoke at this hole in da wall... I swear anybody could get up on that stage and "SANG" whatevah they wanted.... I thought of throwin' a rock at this one chick, then I remembered that it took real courage to git up there and make a complete ANUS of yourself, so I stopped the hate and started clapping.
Once I had a Chilled Patron and 2 Coronas shyt started to sound aiight! It was probably cuz my arm and shoulder were located in my cup. I saw a neer in there with "DIAMELLES" in his ear so big that Baby from Cash Money Millionaires would have been mad as a PHUCK.
Why do they even play themselves with those wanna be 12 carat earrings while sitting at the Bus Stop, no doubt talking on their pre-paid celly. It just ain't right and I will be the first to speak on it, since this is my shit and I can say what I like. All that to say fun was had by all.... Especially moi.
Holla @yo guhl.....
Once I had a Chilled Patron and 2 Coronas shyt started to sound aiight! It was probably cuz my arm and shoulder were located in my cup. I saw a neer in there with "DIAMELLES" in his ear so big that Baby from Cash Money Millionaires would have been mad as a PHUCK.
Why do they even play themselves with those wanna be 12 carat earrings while sitting at the Bus Stop, no doubt talking on their pre-paid celly. It just ain't right and I will be the first to speak on it, since this is my shit and I can say what I like. All that to say fun was had by all.... Especially moi.
Holla @yo guhl.....
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