Mortal Kombat
1992
Marshall's POV
Coming off of Concord St making a right onto 6th Mile Road, Let Me Ride by Dr.Dre comes on, filling the slightly awkward silence in the car.
The girl with the Jamacian accent speaking in the intro.
"Ahhh, shit." I smiled, turning up the radio making Adina look at me with a confused face.
Hollerin and rappin every single lyric as the song plays by, eventually Adina joined in, rapping with me.
"Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let...me ride!"
"Helllll yeahh!" Adina rapped the adlibs during the last chorus run
"Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride!"
"What yall niggas sayin?!" She hollered after me.
"Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let...me rideeeee!"
"Hellll yeahhh." Adina laughed.
"Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let...me rideeeeeee!" We sang simultaneously.
"What you know about that, white boy?!" Adina cackled, nudging my shoulder as the song fades off on the radio.
"A whole lota Lot! Shit, you must not know me, Adina."
"Shit, obviously not. You had me shook!" She pulled into Deshaun's driveway.
"You know I got a whole record collection at my mamas crib right? Nuthin' but hip hop." I took my seatbelt off.
"Hell yeah? What albums?" She raised her eyebrows as she turned off the car, reaching to the backseat, grabbing her plastic bag full of items.
"The Chronic- of course, Bizarre Ride II, Don't Sweat The Technique, Whut? Thee album, Check Your Head-"
"Aw hell naw! You be listenin' to them corny ass white boys?!" She shook her head.
"Ay, don't diss the Beastie Boys, they fire. You trippin, Adina!" I spoke in shock.
"I should've expected that from someone like you."She joked lookin me up and down.
"You just don't like white people, Huh?" I opened the car door as she did the same, getting out.
"Nah, nigga I just don't like you!" She joked again jerking her head at me, making me chuckle as we open and walk into Deshaun's house.
"Wowwww." I played shocked.
"Well, shucks.. look who's gettin' along." Deshaun spoke in a deep southern accent with his hands on his hips.
"Shut ya mouth, Deshaun." Adina took a packet of pop rocks out of her plastic bag, throwing it to Deshaun.... That dude is obsessed with those things.
"Ay, you gon fuck around and get diabetes eatin them shits everyday, Shaun." I chuckled.
"No I ain't, nigga."
"Yes you is! It ain't nothin but flavored sugar, you dingus!" I pointed my hand at him, emphasizing my words.
"Yea, D, you gon fuck around and get about 7 cavities on the same damn tooth! And we all know yo scary ass don't like the dentist." Adina joked.
"I ain't scared of a damn thang, Adina."
"Yeah?.. Yeah?! Oh... oh! Aight! Ok! How about that one time you went to the dentist for a fuckin' checkup and that shit had you yellin' and screamin' the whole time! Ahh! Ahhh! Mommy! Please!! Mommy!! They gon kill me!! I'm scared! I'm scared!" Adina did an impression of him making both me and her laugh hysterically.
