𝐒.𝐎.𝐂-𝐐𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙 𝐆𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝐨𝐟 𝐑&𝐁 |𝐃𝐫. 𝐃𝐫𝐞 ᴀɴᴅ 𝐃.𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ˢᵗᵒʳʸ|

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐙 𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

South Central, CA-1987

Since Michel'le went to visit Grandma, I didn't really feel like it so I stayed home. I was catching up on homework, till I heard the doorbell. I went to the door and cracked it open.

"What up, YaYa?" Dre said with a smile. I slammed the door and my eyes widened. "Why is he here?" I ran my hands through my hair. "And I slammed the door in his face," I facepalmed myself and opened the door.

"D-Dre, h-h-hi," I stuttered like an idiot, he only chuckled. I have to admit he has a beautiful smile. "Hey, ma."

He came in and looked around, I shut the door and placed my books on the coffee table. "I see you studyin'?" He asked fixing my glasses and making me blush.

"No, I was catching up on schoolwork," I signed, then I remembered he can't understand me.

"Classwork," I said softly, I looked down as the awkward silence fills the room. "Um, what brings you by?" I asked facing him. "Wait, how'd you know where I live?"

"Your cousin, Michel'le. But uh, I'm about to head down to the studio to record, and I was wonderin' if you wanted to come through," He says. I shake my head no.

"YaYa, I bet your ass never stepped foot out of the house," He crossed his arms. I nod my head yes, then he gave me a look and I instantly shake my head no.

"You'll have a good time, I promise," He said, I gave him a reluctant look. "Please, YaYa," He says, his voice soft. I giggled and nodded my head yes.

"A'ight lets go," He helps me up and takes me to his car, and heads to the studio.
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Compton, CA-1987

We headed inside their studio, which was actually a garage that belonged to the guy from the department store, I think his name was Lonzo.

A group of guys stormed out the studio and I see the guys were there seeming like they're trying to talk Eazy into rapping.

"Yo, YaYa," Cube calls me, I turned to him. "Tell Eazy that he should rap," I tilted my head at his request.

"Eric, can you rap, please?" I asked softly, confused about what was happening. Eazy kissed his teeth. "Man, leave YaYa out this and no I can't. 'Cause I'm not a rapper." Eazy tells them. "There's your rapper." He gestures to Cube.

"I'm in a group already, man. Jinx and them would trip on me if I do anything." Cube says.

"Look, I understand that you wanna keep throwing your life away with Jinx and the backyard boogie band or whatever, but I'm the Barry Gordy of this shit," Eazy tells them crossing his ankles on the coffee table in front of the couch he was sitting in.

I took a seat next to him and placed my book bag beside me. "So, whenever y'all figure out what y'all wanna do, just let me know."

I looked at the lyrics on the coffee table, some of them actually remind me of E. "Come on, man," Dre says. "Look, the song is about you, E. Eazy-motherfuckin-E. I'm telling you."

Eazy only chuckled as he sat up and placed his bottle of Oldie on the coffee table. "Come on, man. You the only muthafucka with a 6-4." Dre tells him.

"You got a 6-4?" Dre asked Cube.

"I don't have a car," Cube answered with his arms crossed.

"You got a 6-4?" Dre asked Yella.

"I got a po' Porsche, man," Yella answered leaning against the wall frame.

"Nigga, come on, man," Dre says as Cube speaks up. "You ain't doing nothing."

"But you the businessman, so, you know," Dre adds, shrugging his shoulders. "It's on you, we got a cool-ass song, though. I think you could hit that shit."