DAYZ IN DA HOOD

AnuChristianGrey

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I'm with my nigga chad right. We be in dat toyota corola cruising down piru street in compton. Chad be tripping hard. He be playing that trap shit and shooting dos pistols up in the air. Im like, this nigga mad. Wearing some funky ass blue pantaloons in da mutherfuckin hood. Look out of the window, and spot some bloods on the sidewalk. They be walking with two pistols in the back of they're gucci pants. REALLY NIGGA. If you gone steal and least steal some fine ass shit like louis vitton. Anyways, I pull out the ak from my pantaloons and lower the window. The gun goes up and starts firing like crazy. They're all down. Damn, wut did I just do. Im like sheaaaaaa! So pull our car outta the curb and head straight for home. So we pull up home and I smell some funky ass shit. Im like, my nigga chad something smells fucked up. Smells like yo mamas pussy... lol. So we go in and ma homies r all cooking meth. My paps is sitting on the dining table. Powder, rolled up bills, and some jokers. He likes batman. Anyways ma ass feels weird so i go to the bathroom to take a shit. There I see this skinny naked indian guy sitting on the toilet. He tells me his name is Magav. He's skinny as hell. Swear to god, this nigga so skinny he be hula hooping with cheerios at the gym. I end up whooping his ass as I sit down to take one of the best shits of my life. Then walk out the bathroom and go to Mama. WAIT HOLD UP, why didn't i flush. Cuz dis is da hood bitch. We need to mark our territory. So i go to the garden to meet mama planting herbs. She said she went to get me some fine ass pantaloons from Target. How come no ones in the garden.
    
    SHIT, i forgot dis is da hood. Man I aint got no mama
    
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Dayz in da Hood
Fri, Apr 29, 2016

I'm with my nigga chad right. We be in dat toyota corola cruising down piru street in compton. Chad be tripping hard. He be playing that trap shit and shooting dos pistols up in the air. Im like, this nigga mad. Wearing some funky ass blue pantaloons in da mutherfuckin hood. Look out of the window, and spot some bloods on the sidewalk. They be walking with two pistols in the back of they're gucci pants. REALLY NIGGA. If you gone steal and least steal some fine ass shit like louis vitton. Anyways, I pull out the ak from my pantaloons and lower the window. The gun goes up and starts firing like crazy. They're all down. Damn, wut did I just do. Im like sheaaaaaa! So pull our car outta the curb and head straight for home. So we pull up home and I smell some funky ass shit. Im like, my nigga chad something smells fucked up. Smells like yo mamas pussy... lol. So we go in and ma homies r all cooking meth. My paps is sitting on the dining table. Powder, rolled up bills, and some jokers. He likes batman. Anyways ma ass feels weird so i go to the bathroom to take a shit. There I see this skinny naked indian guy sitting on the toilet. He tells me his name is Magav. He's skinny as hell. Swear to god, this nigga so skinny he be hula hooping with cheerios at the gym. I end up whooping his ass as I sit down to take one of the best shits of my life. Then walk out the bathroom and go to Mama. WAIT HOLD UP, why didn't i flush. Cuz dis is da hood bitch. We need to mark our territory. So i go to the garden to meet mama planting herbs. She said she went to get me some fine ass pantaloons from Target. How come no ones in the garden.

SHIT, i forgot dis is da hood. Man I aint got no mama

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