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Bye Felicia

About a month later, we finished the album and now we're heading on tour. Cube left the group C.I.A or something like that to be with us. This dude can spit. D.O.C from Dallas, he's gonna be one of the writers too. Eazy decided that we were going to be the main writers. We were finally in Houston and there were like, what? 10,000 people here. I just wonder how many hoes are in the crowd.
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We performed some hits off the Straight Outta Compton and the Eazy-Duz-It album, too. "Aye, Ren, we're going to the hotel room to chill," Eazy said.

"Aight, man, I'll be there, I assured. I went to the nearest payphone and dug out some change.

"Hello," Shanya sexy raspy voice greeted.

"What's up, Shay Shay," I said with the nickname I have her.

"Nigga, do you know what time it is? Why are you calling this late, anyway?," she copped an attitude.

"I just finished the show about twenty minutes ago."

She giggled,"Oh yeah, I'm mad you didn't take me on tour with y'all. I could've been your hype girl. I'm a down ass chick."

"I know, but uhm, I got to get going."

"Wait!," she yelled before I hung up the phone.

I waited a few seconds for her response.

"I, uh, I love you, Lorenzo," she confessed.

"I love you, too, with your tomboy ass." I hung up and started grinning.

"Let's go, Ren," Dre said with a girl on his arm.

"Fuck it, come on," I finally gave up.
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I walked in and hotel room was live, fuck being chill.

Girls were getting naked and shit, niggas getting high. A pretty light skin came and sat on my lap. "Aw, baby, I was looking all over for you. I wanted to show you how much I enjoyed your performance," she said kissing on me.

I already developed a wood so she ain't said nothing but a word. Before we could even do something, Dre bust in the room.

"Aye y'all, where's Felicia. They're some strapped at the door. I pushed the hoe off of me and grabbed the strap under my bed.

I took cover behind the door while Eric took a peak. "Aye man, y'all looking for Felicia?," Eric started.

"Yeah, she's in there?," one man asked.

"She's a little preoccupied with some real nigga dick."

"What?!," he said walking toward us.

"I said she got a dick in her mouth, nigga!," Eric yelled as he pointed his sniper at him while we pointed our straps at him.

They ran and we all laughed and dapped each other up. As Cube entered the doorway he pushed out the bitch that caused all this trouble. "Bye Felicia," he spat.