The beautiful woman with the beautiful dimples. The kind that get a niggah killed. Still she nice to look at. He went over and took a seat and they both played the starring game. Music was on point like a mutha. If it wasn't for that solid respect rule , they'd left to go fool around. He the gentleman. Trust and believe, she is willing to prove she so shy, but she feeling Mr. Look so fine as wine. They need to keep vibbing to those lyrics. Damn, don't she know that he is Mr. Music?
The crowd which were the party people all stood up to give the music a standing ovation. About time. The man is serious about his achievements. He digs down deep in his soul to get those romantic grooves. Right now he taming the Illuminati. A first trust and believe. He the only one. Remember somebody said they were hynoptized? Another one about to claim same defeat. She glad the room is pitched black. He still can see how deep her dimples are. He getting the feeling she sent that invitation. Since the first time she saw him she was spying on him. Now they spying on each other.
He could smell pretty perfume from way where he sat smoking his marathon OG. It is not legal to package yet, but with the sort of pull he got, it will soon be. The best in South Los Angeles. Everybody wants to take this man down. Not her, she wants some action, but she see they both playing cat and mouse. She got the kitty kat and it's purring.
He need to stop. Really, he melting her dimples. She don't know what to do with him and she has not heard him speak his on hood speeches yet. When she does, game over. He tall he handsome, he got damn cute as fuck. The fear of a woman he left behind, came to her. Now she wants to cuss his got damn ass out and now he wants to cuss her got damn ass out. For the niggah she left behind. They both got some fucked up baggage.
Only a real one like Nip could show up and change the tempo of that get together. A room full of stars that has sacrificed somebody to further their own money bag. What good is it to gain the whole world and lose your soul. Yeah, blast Nip shit although there cause while they are mesmerize by his being a genius and anit thought about throwing somebody under the bus. Who they trying to get to do Nip? Well Nip decided make it good, cause you anit nobody until somebody kills you. That came from the late great Biggie Smalls. Rest- In- Power, niggah. Puffy got yo ass. Who got Nip?
Bang , turn dat shit up. Take them motherfuckers on a natural high. She had to stop starring. He felt the same way. They knew they need to get private later on. Then Lil Weezy he being his same ole corny ass. Jealous cause he see how his lollipop has a new flavor and it anit licorice my niggah. Get up off that nasty ass shit. She see anotha way to get nasty with a taste so delicious. It's obvious she wants to describe it and openly. Lil Weezy you been cancelled.
Nip smiled... You got damn right he can stay jelly and salty. As a matter of fact, why don't they go make it a CarterxFoster type bullshit. Don't do it on the sly. Don't hire no hit man. Why don't those two that wants to cock block get on their own block. Nip running Slauson and Crenshaw fosho mamacitas.
The bong being passed around. This is the time to free yo ass and yo mind will follow. Most of them in the room was born in the eighties, but those seventies niggahs still clout Gods on hood. Nobody is hating. They don't talk much at these sets. It's to feel the artist up by checking him or her out. Be civilized for a spell. This shit not virtual. It's factual. They want to be best friends as well. Some niggahs say they can't be replaced. Well don't look bitches cause two motherfuckers of long ago has been replaced. Try to stay gone. Study long, study wrong. The eyes have it not the I
Nip wants to get that mic and serenade her so bad. He the panty melter. Sorry to the other panty melters but it's a super freak in the house. He means to be to get her . Whatever it takes. Niggahs need to stop thinking chaotic . Get sacred. Stop betraying. Be a protector. So she won't become emotional. It's about unity, partnership not lazy and elimination. Leave love alone! Go ahead Illuminati pull that King of Ones, pure energy and wants to always be a family.
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