How Do U Want It?

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"How the fuck you sell drugs, but don't smoke em?" Snoop questioned me as I watched him roll us a blunt from the passenger side of Eazy's car.

I sucked my teeth, "Yeah, like I'm finna get hooked on cocaine and heroin."

It was a hot Saturday evening in the City of Compton, and I Eazy let me use his car to ride around in since I was bored. Snoop just so happened to call me and told me to come get him, so I said why not? Currently, we sat in the parking lot of an old abandoned restaurant, and the sun started to set around us. The sky was the perfect catalyst of peach and turquoise.

"But you sell weed too though," Snoop added in as he secured the brown rolling paper so it wouldn't split open. I rolled my eyes and rested my elbow on the door, resting my eyes on the empty space around us.

"Ima be the first nigga to get you high!" Snoop bragged as he dug in his pocket for a lighter I'm guessing.

"Shut up," I laughed, slapping his arm. He successfully fished the lighter out of his pocket, and ignited the flames onto the blunt. "Them betta not be no reggies, Snoop." I said before he took a drag of the joint. He sucked his teeth and made a 'bitch please' face. Finally, he put the green and brown substance to his lips and inhaled deep, blowing smoke out of his mouth almost instantaneously.

"Shit," he muttered before coughing and trying to pass the blunt to me.

I grabbed it and patted his back, "Double OG can't hang?" I laughed at him.

"Fuck you." He laughed with me as he regrouped.

I held the blunt between my lips, and took it in, the nasty taste invading my mouth, but softening my insides.

I removed it quickly before I ran out of breath, and blew smoke out of my mouth, and I smiled at Snoop. "Wow! Ebelle's first smoke!" He acted surprised and confiscated the blunt from me.

"How the fuck you not coughin'? You did this before?" He asked me before taking a puff.

"Naw." I shook my head, I was around Dre and his crew so much when they smoked. Shit, I guess it rubbed off on me. It was like weed was in my blood or some shit.

"Is this what normal 16 year olds do?" I said, putting my feet on the dashboard.

"In this day and age, hell yeah."

Once the blunt was passed to me one final time, I took a long drag and blew the smoke out my nose; flicking the tail out the window.

A blanket of silence fell upon us, nothing could be heard but birds chirping, faint police sirens, and music coming from somewhere a few blocks away.

"Aye what the fuck? We been sitting' here for 10 years and I don't feel shit." I complained, turning my head to Snoop who was focused on the sky.

"I smoke this all the time, so I'm used to it. I don't know wassup with you." He said scoffing.

"You wack ass nigga; reggie smokin' ass." I rolled my eyes.

Snoop just chuckled before it got silent again.

After about 3 minutes, I made conversation again, "Has Tupac said anything else about me?" I looked at Snoop who looked back at me. .

"Yeah; it was some bad stuff. But I mostly think it was outta anger, you feel?" Snoop informed me.

I was hungry to know more, "What'd he say?"

Snoop said, "He was sayin' that you were a care less person, and that you were selfish. But I told him when all that shit went down, you was livin' for the moment. You ain't mean that shit. That wasn't you out there."