"Still I cry tears of a hustler" -
Freeway featuring Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel, What We Do (Philadelphia Freeway)
I need a name for my crew. Throughout the day, I just get the urge to yell out "juh juh juh GEE Unit!" and if I'm standing in line for too long, I'll strike the pose, put the diamond up and scream, "It's The ROC!" but, you know, I don't roll like that. Back in the day, we were the Scooby Doo Crew but I got crews and subdivisions all over the place. We're going global with this baby and we need something that's just for us so if you see me on the street you can let me know that you're down. I mean are you down? Are you really down for this? Can you roll wit' a nigga, get ill wit' a brotha without runnin' home to motha?
Ya Feelin' me?
Even though what we do is wrong!
While I was runnin' numbers on NCAA tourney games in the mean streets of brentwood on Saturday,
The HSW was out with her peoples beating up vagrants, kicking puppies and running down old people on greasy bikes...or some shit. When I finally showed up at the spot they were developing
cruel intentions by breaking futons just for the fun of it and itching to fuck somebody up. After a few drinks at
Bar Copa, we decided to play nice and just fucked up the dance floor. I pop locked when they dropped
Chaka Khan just to let people know how it's really done. You can't fade me. The HSW really wanted me to spank her ass but ya'll know I'm not down with
the public domination. Speaking of which, should I be honored or scared that I got linked to
here?
Even though what we do is wrong!
Daylight Savings time meant a fool couldn't get no sleep in the wee hours especially when he has to make an early morning
drug run, err friendly visit to San Diego to see
the lovely miss anna baby. Did you know that she got into
Grad School? Did you know that she's about to be all up in LA learning about books? Did you know that if she shows up and starts bartending or bar-backing or something at night that I will just have to capture her and take her to Vegas to elope? Because what's hotter than a librarian by day/bartender by night? Nothing! Nothing, I tell ya.
But, yeah, go Anna Baby!
Anyway, we caused a ruckus up in
Anthony's Fish Grotto (and wings!). Things took a turn when I offered to put my hard cod in
Jay-Bug's box with her husband right there. What? I ain't scared. You betta ask somebody. We also met up with the tobacconist and a new member of our squi-dad, Hannah. So what if she looks like a
Cabbage Patch kid, I'm not mad at her.
Even though what we do is wrong!
Have you come up with a name for the syndicate yet? Ya got something for me to yell? No?
Damn!