I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. That's why I'm a cold hearted mutha'fucka'. Deal with it.
-- Dre
I turned up the volume to my touch screen radio, letting T.I's old song, 24's, bump in my trunk.
I smile big when I felt the beat vibrate my whole car. I let my ride go roofless today since the sun shinning all bright and shit. I can't lie tho', it's hotter then chicken grease out here. I already feel my arm pits catching sweat under 'em, but a nigga ain't never musty. Get 'dat shit straight.
I rolled my candy apple red Chevy in the entrance of Bond Richmond Park. I drove slow, so everybody know and can see it's me.
It's Sunday and Richmond packed like its Cascades. A few niggas parked try'na flash they butterfly doors and scuffed up rims. Chipped-ass paint job. Weak-ass speakers. Watching these niggas is hilarious. They can never be me. I'm Dre. I'm 'dat nigga. Get 'dat shit straight.
I throw my head up at a few bitches that's waving at me. I know they wish they could be on the passenger side, but none of them never will. Well, unless I'm taking one of 'em to go fuck some then drop 'em back off. Other than that they stay where they at -- on the outside of the Chevy. I don't love these hoes, and I ain't catching feelings.
I rolled by Griff, Mack, Brown, and a couple niggas I seen around Richmond but don't know. They in the middle of the wide circle, which means they're in the middle of the park. I stopped my car before switching it to PARK. I jump out, leaving the music bumping.
"What up, Mack, Griff, Brown," I say while approaching the group.
Mack and Brown nod they head while Griff speaks up. "Shit, the only thing up 'round here, my nigga, is the sun. That mufucka' cookin' our black-ass out here, bruh. I'an neva' been this hot befo' man."
I shake my head and laugh with everybody in the circle. "Man, stop complaining like a li'l bitch and take yo' ass home to the AC then, nigga," I told him.
Griff smirked. "Nah, fam. I ain't got time to be listening to them screaming-ass babies." Griff got a set of twins at home with his baby momma, Misty. He always bitchin' how she don't take care of the kids right. The bitch bad tho'.
"Watch where you stick yo' dick, fam," I said with a shrug.
Griff shook his head before hanging it low to the ground. I turned to Mack.
He was the biggest out here and the nigga literally had sweat dripping off him. That still ain't stop him from gobblin' up the chili cheese hot dog in his hand tho'.
"Damn, Mack. Every time I come 'round, you eating some."
Mack laughed, his belly jingling like Santa Clause. "A nigga gotta' stay full, bruh."
"That ain't hard to tell," I said seriously.
A couple snickers broke out around us.
Next, I turned to Brown. I noticed he kept his head down to the cracked sidewalk the whole time I've been here, not saying a word. A clear indication that the lil nigga still don't have my money.
"Aye, Brown!" I called out, even tho' he was in front of me.
He jumped, cursed under his breath, and kept his head low. "W-w-what's up, fam?" he stuttered.
I chuckled a lil bit at his stupid-ass before talking. "You nervous, boy? You scared? What?"
He shook his head fast. "N-n-nah, fam. I just caught a chill. Got me s-s-stutterin' and shit."
Everybody in the group laughed loudly.
"Nigga, how you caught a chill and it's hotter 'den a-- nah, never mind. I ain't even gon' ask. Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!"
Brown head snaps up.
I look in his eyes and see fear. A big smile comes to my face, but I erase it to show him I'an playing. "Next time I come 'round, you betta' have my money." I lift up my shirt to show the .38 I keep on me at all times. "It ain't gon' be no talking. It ain't gon' even be a next time after next time."
Brown looks away. "Aight man, I got you."
I grab him by his T-shirt, snatching him off of his feet. "You got me?" I repeated.
"Y-y-yeah Dre, man, I got you, man."
I let his feet dangle a while before tossing him on his back on the sidewalk.
"Haha! Damn, Brown!" Mack hollared as Brown struggled to get back on his feet. Everybody laughed at how I clowned him. I almost felt sorry for the lil nigga. Almost.
Where we standing at, we can see everybody and everything in the park. I look around to see if I see any new faces.
"Aye, Omanda lookin' bad as fuck today, ain't she?" I heard Griff say behind me.
I looked her way. She had on some cut off jean shorts that showed the bottom half of her phat ass, a tight wife beater that made her titties sit up just right, and shid I'on care what her feet look like. Shawty bad as fuck, I ain't gon' lie. She stay sweating a nigga like she my girl, that's why I keep her at a distance. Let these other niggas have her.
I looked away from Omanda and her groupies when they spotted me and my Chevy.
I turned around and gave out a few daps before I left. Brown was in the back of the circle with his head still hung low. I grinned and shook my head before turning around.
When I did, you already know who was in my face. I rolled my eyes up to the sky. Damn, what could this bitch want now?
