My Weekend with Pac

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February 17 1995

Yn pov

I got my bag to stay the weekend. I got in my car and drove to Tupacs mansion. When I got there. I knocked on the door.

Tupac : Who the fuck is it.

Yn : Yn got damn is that how you answer the door.

Tupac : My bad love. I'm glad you came. I thought you wasn't gone come.

I walked around the house to the living room.

Yn : Like I had anything better this weekend.

Tupac : Don't worry I got a lot

Lovette : Nice living room.

The living room was nice and big with white and black lepord print.

Tupac : Come on I'll give you a tour

He took me all round the mansion. Bigger then any house I've ever been in. When sat in the living room and watched some movies.

We talked about life and all that. We went to his recording studio. And I picked a smooth beat. I moved my hips to beat snapping my fingers. As grabbed a pencil and note book beging to write.

Yn : Whatcha writing.

I stopped

Tupac : I just got a little inspiration from watching you dance.

Yn : Oh you like the way I dance.

Tupac : Yeah keep going.

15 mintues later.

Tupac : I'm done all I need is a hook.

Yn : I wanna see.

I read the verses.

Yn : Okay

Tupac : What

I read the paper

Yn : I'm rob you in and out just like a robbery. I probably be ya freak and let you get on top of me.

Tupac : What you body was talking to me.

Yn : Just know I won't call you daddy.

He sat me on his lap and squizzed my thigh.

Tupac : We'll see.

Tupac :

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