|A/n : I've never wanted to be a dog so much in my life until now...|
|Monaé's P.O.V|
"Rock onnn wit'cha bad selfff" I watch snoop put on some ad-libs in the booth as I nodded my head along, leaning over the mixing desk.
they where for one of my new tracks, snoop ain't featured on this specific track but he's doin the backin vocals for my chorus. And this shits soundin dope if I do say so myself.
"Rock onnn wit'cha bad selfff..." he repeated with his headphones in, rocking his head back and forward caused his bobbles to bounce. Nigga had hair like my little cousin.
"Yeeah, one-nine-nine-four
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe
But you gotta give credit when credit is due" I listen to him speak over the end of the record, nodding my head along.
"Women back down and bow down to my motherfucking homegirl
Nefertari from the Deathrow camp
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up!
You know what I'm saying?" He finished getting me hyped as he took a pull of his blunt, damn! That sounded def!.
"Deathrow make ya head blow..." my voice played from the speakers before the engineer cut the beat. I watch snoop remove his headphones as he walked out the booth.
"Ago! That was tight snoop!? Shits bouta be straight DEF" I hopped straight off the couch giving him some dap.
"Fo shizzle!!, you already know how the D-O double G do it baby!" He hyped himself up playfully making me kiss my teeth.
"Man shut with yo bobble head ass" I chuckle making snoop gasp but then bust out laughing being caught off guard by my sneak diss.
"Imma trend setter, what can I say" he shrugged making me laugh even more.
"I think little black girls in first grade already did it first..." I smirked making snoop pull the blunt away from his mouth and mean mug me, only making me laugh more.
I ain't taken a break from the studio for a long while, I just been working hard on this album. I even got a son features from pac, snoop obviously, busta rhymes, salt n peppa and even a lil somethin from nas!. Shit bouts be def.
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|Monaé's P.O.V|
"So you thought it would be a great motha Fuckin idea!!! to tell the press that it was TRUE!!!" I raise my voice at suge who was stood in the hallway with an intern by his side. Believe it or not this bald headed fat motha fucka has gon and spreaded rumours that me and latifah used to be girlfriends n shit?! And coz I ain't the most girly female out here showing off my skin an shit, people believe it?!. it's on the front fuckin page. Dejá had to call me and tell me this shit!!.
"It's good for marketing trust me" suge chuckled, lighting his cigar looking absolutely card Fuckin free, making me grit my teeth.
"Trust YOU?!" I scoffed with laughter as I tapped the news paper that I was on.
"My mama gotta see this shit!!!" I spat walking closer to suge as if I where aboht to do something, but with me shit is never premeditated.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
Fanfic"Wait till the paparazzi get a load of this..." "So what?, let em talk babygirl..." ___________________ Featuring a lot of your 90s favs! From Eazy-e to new edition ? So If you enjoy drama, comedy, the 90s and a lotta Tupac Shakur? This is the boo...
